She hated the wheelchair.
She couldn't stand feeling trapped anymore. Trapped in a useless body, trapped by the unfamiliar face that looked back at her from the mirror, trapped by the Shinobi that stood watch outside her hospital room.
Shinobi. She didn't know much about them, wasn't sure what they had to do with her. Her knowledge of things was still vague and encumbered by her difficulty in understanding anything said to her. They seemed to be more or less like cops, an authority but she didn't know what warranted them being here. Like she was a threat.
It was so unreal and yet she was staring out the window of the hospital looking up at the mountain which bordered the village, faces carved into its surface. Just like Mount Rushmore.
Alexia, no Himari, turned away from the sight her stomach twisting. She felt like this a lot. One minute she was doing alright, processing and then it was all a little 'too much'.
How much longer did she have to stay here, stay like this? Hadn't she already been stuck long enough in the confines of that bed and now she was stuck in this room. The nurses who stopped by to check on her treated her with perfect bedside manner but were reserved, tense and she had to guess it was because the Jounin always came with them to observe. Like she might hurt someone...She couldn't take much more of this-
A knock interrupted her thoughts. Welcome or not? Himari didn't know.
The door opened and an older woman stepped into the room, heels clicking softly. Doctor Yoshioka. She was more confident than the nurses and was peek of professional, dark hair pulled back tightly. She wasn't exactly warm though and often her visits were purely an assessment but not really social. That was fine. Trying to talk, to understand gave her a headache.
Maybe they were right, maybe she had brain damage or maybe she just didn't quite fit into this brian.
Entering the room behind her doctor was the Jounin. Today's was a plain looking man with brown hair and face that looked like it hadn't smiled in 20 years. Himari had seen him a few times before. They had never spoken of course. He stood just beside the door keeping an eye on the exchange. Standing guard like she was a criminal, a danger when she barely had control of her own limbs.
Alex-Himari wanted some answers but no-one offered them to her and she had trouble even asking the questions.
"Hello Himari...feeling today?" Doctor Yoshitora spoke up, clipboard in hand she pulled up a chair next to her ward having crossed the room. For a moment Alexia's mood lightened and she straightened in her wheelchair. The words flowed easily into her distracted head and for a moment she flashed with some understanding.
"..Fine." Her own response took a moment and was simple, she frowned, the moment of excitement fading.
"Good Good...check-up." She resisted the urge to wince as her focus slipped and the Doctors words clashed with the contents of her own head, understanding becoming muddled as her mind grew confused at the contrast of what she had known and what she knew now. She had only picked up a few words even though the doctor had said more.
It was enough and she nodded though the doctor frowned seeming to catch on to her difficulty. For the rest of, the visit the older women spoke a little more slowly. Sometimes Himari understood, much more often she didn't. Her mood declined and by the time the Doctor left she had turned her attention back to the window.
Her head hurt and her legs were still useless.