Chapter 6.301 Observation
He was alone right now. Kallen had just rushed out to get someone to call for a physician—meaning, it wasn't just the two of them in this place?—as he was left by himself to ponder about his situation.
Why did they end up here? Where exactly was... here? Were they still in Japan? Kallen didn't tell him anything before she ran off, so he was not sure about whether or not they were still captives. But she could go out and about freely... did that mean they weren't under Schneizel's custody? Yet if so, why didn't she just tell him?
The air around him felt and smelled different... yet it wasn't completely unfamiliar. That made him feel that he was no longer in Japan, but he didn't want to think it to be true. Since that would mean...!
Lelouch shook his head from the troubling thoughts as he ran his hand over the shirt that he was wearing. Well, even if he didn't check it... it would've been silly to assume that he'd still wear his Zero outfit now. Or what's left of it. But the shirt didn't feel as if it was made from those cheap kinds of cloths—not that he'd be too picky about it. It's comfortable.
The clothes still felt very new... so he had to wonder if Kallen even had the time to go all out just to give him a new set of change of clothes. That still didn't make any sense, given their situation.
He unbuttoned his shirt a bit as he ran his hand over his shoulder. He could feel a layer of cotton dressing over the side of his body. And now that he was aware of it, he realized that both his wrists were also wrapped with similar dressing. Lelouch placed a hand on his head; he could only feel his own hair under his fingers but no other dressing or bandages over it unlike before. Guess the last injury he had there were healed, but that didn't explain why he couldn't use his eyes. There was a small strip of bandage on his right cheek, and that's it.
Lelouch tried to move around the bed, at which he came to a realization that his right leg felt heavy for some reason. Or more like, he couldn't exactly feel his right leg! While it might just be because he had been bedridden for so long, he could still move his left leg just fine. The other leg was just as numb as the other but—he tried to bend his right leg with his hand, dragging it near to where he could reach it. That's when he felt it. More bandage over his shin and right down to his ankle. The bandages felt quite thick too.
Just as he tried to figure out what did his findings of his current state meant, he heard the door open again alongside a flurry of movements around him. He sighed, as he allowed himself to be manhandled by whoever it was that has just arrived.
Because trying to reestablish what part of Lelouch was still injured (besides his eyes and right leg) can be a bit troublesome to do, I might as well have Lelouch make the discovery by himself.