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... being in the hospital isn't exactly enjoyable. Hopefully I'll be able to heal quickly enough...

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*so, if anyone wants to visit him (and they'd probably be able to get his room number easily), Seku's laying in bed, staring up at the ceiling, thinking.

To note though, the room is. Abnormally cold.*

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I'm a very persuasive woman. ::Laughs.:: And I suppose we could. But what do we say "I have an evil twin I can't prove exists"?

::Rubs the temples of her head.::

I think at least the claim and show that I got stabbed in the stomach by your "evil twin" would be enough to convince some people that she is around.

Physical proof of action tends to make situations pretty obvious. Anyone who doesn't really want to accept it after that just wants to find an excuse to ignore it.

*... he might be a little bit bitter, at the moment.*

I expect excuses. So, you going to need any further surgery?

*he shakes his head*

The doctor said he'll be checking on me in a few days to see how I'm healing, first. If I'm recovering well enough by then, I might be able to at least go home. But I should expect that I'll be in here for a couple weeks.

Even then, I'll have to make sure to not really move. I have to be careful about my stomach even moreso, now.

Want me to do anything? How should I tell the school about your attack? Ugh. This is a huge mess.

Just... Just tell them I got attacked, that's all. Not like it's weird, here. It's dangerous here.

... if you can get some of the tea brewed, that would help. I can cool it down when you bring it so it doesn't bother me.

Did they give you any sort of mini stove? ::Looks::

*no, it's a normal hospital room. There might be a kitchen area somewhere though.*

Give me a bit...?

*he nods*

Of course, go ahead. *... think he wants to be alone for a little bit, anyway.*

::She leaves and returns a bit later, with a thermos.:: The nurses were polite enough to help me get the tea together in this thermos. I hope this works.

*he was staring up at the ceiling again, before looking forward.*

ah... hm, yeah. Thanks, Ai. *he nods a bit*

... What are you thinking about?

*... he sighs a bit*

I don't really know, at this point.

None? Huh. Do you want me to get you any books or anything?

... no. no, for now, I just... I guess I just want to think.

Maybe I'll figure out eventually what I am thinking about, then.

... You're an odd one, you know that?

... hm? How?

I dunno, you just tend to seem like you should be a philosopher poet at times.

... I feel like that's almost a compliment.

So what does the philosopher ponder? The meaning of ceiling tiles and how they represent the doldrums of a normal day to day life?

Don't try to make me laugh, please. Might not be good for me.

I'm sorry. I have a natural gift to crack jokes.

Reign yourself in for a little bit, then. Much as I appreciate it.

... I do wish I knew what exactly I'm trying to think about, though. I guess... I might just be shocked, because of what happened.