He doesn't even realise that he is awake at first. It feels like his whole body has been replaced with cotton wool. All thoughts he has take a while to untangle and straighten out but after some time he realises three things; He is lying down, there is a steady beeping in the background of wherever he is, and there is a heavy, oddly comforting weight on his legs.
As if the thought of weights were a summons, feeling starts to seep back into his limbs making them feel heavier and heavier. He sinks back into the bed he's lying in. He doesn't think he could move even if he wanted too. What had he been doing to become this tired? He tries to remember where he was before landing himself in this bed, it should be easy right? Before he went to sleep he was… Before, he was…
Before...
Where is he?
His mind chooses that moment to focus in on the beeping in the background. He pries his eyes open and blinks rapidly at the bright, early morning light filtering in through the window. An oddly blurry window. He squints at it, trying to will it into focus but gives up for the moment. His surroundings are pretty much all white and his eyes are drawn to his left where a heart monitor sounds off its rhythmic beep.
One mystery solved.
He follows it's wires all the way to his own arms. Huh. He's in a hospital. Mystery number two solved.
He feels like he should be more worried about this realisation, but he just can't muster up the brainpower needed. Maybe he was on medication, or was it the pure exhaustion messing with his reactions? Although, in saying that, he does feel a spark of morbid curiosity rise in him concerning his injuries. What landed him in here?
Step one to understanding is to be actually able to see clearly and so he suspects that he has glasses around him somewhere. He tilts his head to the right where there is a locker and swipes at the top of it clumsily, grabbing at what his hand hits. Bingo, glasses. He places them roughly on his face and the room swims into focus. He makes to sit up a bit to to see if he has any bandages or evidence of injuries, but his attention is grabbed by what's causing the heavy weight on his legs.
It's a man.
There is a handsome man asleep on his legs.
This thought repeats in his head as he takes in the figure. The man's head is pillowed on his arms, hair splayed out on the end of the bed. He kind of wants to reach out and touch it but doesn't want to wake him, it looks like he hasn't slept properly in a while. Could that be because of him? Does he know him?
Like he could hear he was being thought about, the man stirs. Blinking awake, he stretches discreetly as he rises up, Hizashi feels a little bereft without the weight on his legs grounding him. It's silly, he doesn't even know the man, but he seems to have stayed by his bedside while Hizashi was recovering and that means something.
The man mustn't have realised that he was awake because he freezes the moment their eyes meet, only to relax a moment later with an exhale as he sags in his seat. His eyes fall to his hands that lie on the bed and Hizashi's watches how they unclench from fists.
"You're awake, that's good." He mumbles to himself quietly. He looks up into Hizashi's eyes again and asks softly, "How are you feeling?"
Hearing the stranger speak aloud seems to rush his mind into alertness, now understanding that this was actually happening. He's in a hospital, assumedly after injuring himself somehow, and is after waking up to the concern of a handsome, if tired, man who he doesn't know.
A man whose expression is becoming more and more concerned as Hizashi takes his time before answering.
He tries to say that he is okay, if only to get rid of the concern on the man's face, but it gets scrambled on the way from his brain to his mouth.
"Who are you?"
Heyo, I have a bit of this written but I don't know how long my muse will last, so we'll see where the wind takes this. I'm always a sucker for amnesia fics. Also as I said in the tags, I don't know much about head trauma apart from the fact that I know that the particular scenario I am constructing is very unlikely. So trust me on that much lol. Otherwise, It's fiction baby, and I'm not profiting so take with a grain of suspended belief. ;)
Anyway, thanks for reading!
