Hikaru's first thought was they had given him a girl as a roommate: and quite a whiny one too, if she had indeed fainted due to what looked like a simple broken wrist.
The girl turned out to be a particularly delicate-looking and extremely long-haired guy called Sai, if an elegantly folded poem in his sleeve was anything to go by. He was probably from Kyoto, if "the capital of peace and quiet that would bring me no more peace" in said poem was to be taken literally, - the guy himself had yet to speak at all. The broken wrist was sustained while fighting off two orderlies who attempted to put him into the shower, though otherwise the 'poor dear' didn't seem violent, just confused and disorientated – and pumped with sedatives up to eyeballs anyway, so no need to worry (as a chatty nurse assured Hikaru, never mind that at that time she was actually fastening the "poor dear's" extremities to the bedframe); in fact, he was supposed to sleep peacefully through the night, but "you wouldn't mind keeping an eye on him for me just in case, would you?"
Hikaru didn't mind. After three full days of bed rest he was so sick of resting he was grateful for any distraction, even though watching someone who was lying in bed looking half-dead wasn't all that entertaining.
It should have been clear that by 'keeping an eye on him' the nurse probably meant summoning her should anything change (unless she meant it as a joke). Therefore, when in the middle of the night the Sai guy suddenly stirred and soon started to struggle silently against his bounds, the sensible thing to do was to hit the 'Nurse' button and try to stay away from a patient possibly prone to random violent outbursts. But 'Shindo Hikaru' and 'sensible' simply didn't belong in the same sentence most of the time. So instead he hanged over the edge of his own bed as far as his injured leg would let him and hissed "Hey, you awake?"
The guy just continued to tug on the restrains desperately, no doubt aggravating his injury. With a sigh Hikaru threw his blanket aside, hopped across the room and collapsed heavily on his distressed neighbour's bed, switching the bedside lamp on with one hand and not-too-gently shaking the guy's hopefully uninjured shoulder with the other.
The guy jerked away so violently that Hukaru had to hold him down, vaguely realizing that was probably how the broken wrist had been sustained and tempted to leave the mess for someone else to pick. But he couldn't really just walk away, when the guy's body felt painfully stiff under his touch, and the eyes that looked back at him reflected nothing but primal fear; they were also of intense electric blue.
"Hey," Hikaru murmured, relaxing his grip, "it's OK, I won't hurt you. Nurse Ayame says you've got yourself into some kind of trouble that freaked you out of your mind, but that's all over now; they've found you and brought you here and they're gonna patch you up.
"Hey, don't cry, I won't hurt you," he continued, stroking the other's trembling arm absentmindedly. 'Do you even understand me? No? Strange, you don't look foreign; more like alien… You're Sai, right? I'm Hikaru, by the way. Wanna tell me how you got here? I fell off the stairs. Messed up my leg pretty badly. It was kinda weird. Mom won't believe me – she keeps asking whether I had an unauthorized party with too much beer, or spilled something on the floor, or left something lying around, but I really don't think I did. It was like one moment I was heading downstairs to get a glass of water, and then suddenly I wake up here, and they tell me I'll need an operation. It's almost ironic you know? I've been playing football for, like, ten years, and I've never –Well, I guess now I'll have to forget about football for a very long time. Hey, do you even like football? Probably not, with hair like this and all. Bet you like poetry, or maybe art. Actually, poetry isn't all that bad. Mom gave me a book once, when she thought I was getting into all that Heian stuff. It was back when they released that 'Onmyouji' manga. It's kinda lame, with all the demons dropping dead just from listening to some gibberish, but there is something about the ridiculous white cloak the Onmyouji guy himself wears, like I should know it from somewhere, or it should mean something to me, you know? Sounds pretty stupid when you say it aloud, eh? Oh, and you look about ready to go back to sleep. Now, that was easy. I guess they didn't have to come after you with that syringe. I mean, I'd probably freak out too, if those huge guys came to drag me somewhere – OK, I'm shutting up, I know those doctors go on and on how good rest is essential for proper healing, blah-blah-blah. Sleep well, Sai.'