AUTHOR'S NOTE: Maybe the first of a collection. Possible spoilers, along with bland writing.
o1. saturation
amemiya+fuyuka
The lady that tends to him is a quiet one, saying nothing as she gently dabs a wet portion of a cloth on Amemiya's forehead. He tenses the moment it touches him, the sudden coolness startling him, but he relaxes after the few seconds his body grows accustomed to the drop in temperature.
He can't really make out her features, his eyelids drooping and sleep claiming to take over him soon, but he can somewhat translate the blurry splotches of colour he sees to a woman with bright, sad eyes, purple hair, dressed in the standard attire tailored for nurses. Amemiya vaguely wonders what kinds of things she's seen as he breathes in and breathes out, basking in the peace. There's a tinkling sound playing in the background and the curtains flutter as a sign of the window having been opened.
It's nice.
"You're going to be fine," she suddenly coos, her voice barely sounding like an intrusion to the somewhat-silence that once was, "you're going to be fine." It is a lullaby to send one dreaming of majestic things in wonderland, with (maybe broken) promises that everyone will meet under the same sky.
And strangely enough, even though he's heard the words enough to pass them off as delirious lies, Amemiya believes her. There's an odd kind of hypnotic comfort that she radiates, in the room that smells of medicine, as she does the simple job of dabbing his forehead with a wet cloth. It's like a grand childhood dream he'll one day be able to realise, held up with only thin strings of hope and expectations that things will be all right. He nods slowly, drowsily, in response.
There's a pause where Amemiya thinks the other might have smiled, but he's not entirely sure as of present.
"Yes," she says. "Sleep, Taiyou-kun. You'll need it."
His name sounds nice when articulated by her.
He grins as much as having a half-asleep consciousness allows, before he drifts off, drifts off to a world where everything is shrouded in shadowy black. The murmurs he hears continue for a little while more, before they stop, leaving only static where he is.