(Sunday - Evening)
Saginuma had called earlier in the day, asking if the stranger had woken up. The only thing Midorikawa had to report was that he was looking a bit healthier than yesterday. His breathing had picked up, the injury had not returned, and when he had checked his pulse, the other had actually moved and grunted. They were little things, but improvements in recovering.
While that may have worried his friend, Midorikawa was just glad that this alien was alive. He had survived that fateful night and was still living. The only thing that would make him feel better would be if he managed to wake up. The man dreaded to think he might be in a comatose state. Thinking if he never woke up...what would he do with him? He could hear Saginuma saying something along the lines of 'leaving him with professional help' already. He wasn't licensed to care for someone in this state, though Midorikawa was certain that they wouldn't be able to find a doctor specializing in aliens either.
"I'm glad you're getting better..." Midorikawa says in a quiet voice as he looks down at the red haired being. "I don't think Osamu is too ecstatic about it though."
Midorikawa, as usual, hopes for a reply but isn't greeted with one. Saginuma had pointed out that he had been treating him like one of his many flowers. Talking to him, caring for him. And just like the flowers, he never got a response. He felt so embarrassed at that realization (and seeing his face flush made Saginuma regret even mentioning it in the first place). But he was different. He could (eventually) respond, unlike those in his garden.
"I wonder if you like flowers..." His voice got softer as he was now more self-conscious at to what he was doing. Speaking to an unconscious man, only he would continue to do it. And speaking of flowers...
"I'll be outside. I have something to do." Night was already falling and he had put off his gardening routine. While he had done a quick care for it in the morning, he wanted to make sure they were fine now. It was just difficult to peer into the house while also watering his flowers.
He figured that if he hadn't woken up by now, then it should be fine to spend a little more time out there, right? Nothing bad could possibly happen (and he was not about to let terrible scenarios intrude into his head). So, with another glance back at the resting being, making sure he had not woken up, he went out the backdoor to step outside and greet his garden.
"Watering so late is beginning to be a bad habit..." He commented to himself as he stepped back inside his home. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing; at least his flowers were still growing. But most people normally did that during the day. Work was always a favorite excuse, but it wasn't one for the weekends.
Midorikawa makes his way back to the living room, glancing at the being, who is now sitting up, again as he passes the couch. He stops in his tracks, having to do a double take as his eyes lock onto shining teal ones. He's awake? H-How long has he been up for?
His mouth opens, wanting to greet him (he had practiced many times while he was asleep on what to say when the time came) but couldn't find the words. It was almost as if he were getting lost in the eyes of this stranger. His eyes were rather beautiful, radiant, almost like a star.
The alien never looked away from Midorikawa, his curious teal eyes were on him. They were watching, no, observing his actions. And, unexpectedly, he smiled to him. It was a sweet and warm smile. He even raised a hand and waved to the human.
"Hello."
"You're...um, hello!" Midorikawa squeaks back, feeling his face flush a little. He just realized how foolish he might have looked, staring at him with an open mouth, looking dumbstruck. Hearing his voice seemed to snap him out of whatever had just happened to him. He lightly shakes his head, slowly approaching the couch. He keeps in mind a warning voice, be careful. "How...are you feeling?"
The stranger looks to him, almost like a curious puppy the closer he comes. "I'm...fine." His hand lowers, gliding over the used to be injured section of his abdomen. He could still feel some remnants of his (now dried) blood. "I was hurt badly, wasn't I?"
"You were...but you got better." In a single night. "Are you...hurt anywhere else? That was the only injury I saw and I was...worried."
The stranger shakes his head, running a hand through his hair. The last parts of it that had been standing up were now brought down, leaving him looking as if he had just gotten out of bed. "No, that was the only serious injury I sustained." His gaze drifts around the room now, taking in his surroundings. "Where am I?"
"My home. I, um, found you. Hurt and not moving...and bleeding badly. So, I thought I should help and brought you here were I could care for you."
His gaze halts for a moment, a confused look appears on his face as he returns his stare upon the green haired man. "You were worried...over someone you don't know?"
"Yes." He nods, though wants to question why he sounded so...confused while asking that. But decides to not be too curious. He had to allow the other space, let him grasp his surroundings. He had only been up for so long after all.
"Hmm..." There is a thoughtful look that passes his face and he seems to be curious of this home again. "Thank you."
"Thank...?" Midorikawa is surprised to hear that so suddenly. He nearly wanted to ask what he was thankful for, and he was glad he didn't. "Oh, you're welcome! Uhh..." He clears his throat, catching the stranger's attention. "Your...What's your name?"
"My name is...Gran." The alien answers. "And...your name?"
"Ryuuji Midorikawa. You can just call me, Ryuuji." As he gives the other his name, he slowly walks to sit back on that too familiar chair (it really was getting its use these past couple of days). He was trying to be cautious of the other, just as he was told to be, but for some reason...he had a feeling that he didn't have to be. Gran only looked curious of what was around him. Nothing about him screamed bad news. Except for different colored blood, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing (some alien blood could be harmful, though his was normal).
"I've never heard of a name like that before. It suits you." Gran comments, giving him that smile again. For a moment, Midorikawa is touched by the comment, until he sees the other begin to move.
Slowly, the alien lets his feet touch the floor. Fingers dance over his ripped clothes and he sighs for a moment. Then he pushes himself up to stand, though finds himself wobbling, adjusting to this after being at rest for so long.
"Woah, you okay?" Midorikawa is quick to stand and is already moving to Gran's side. He's quick to try and help the other stand firmly on his feet. A hand against the alien's back, another waiting to help steady him if he found himself falling forward. "You've been sleeping for a while, so you shouldn't try to move so quickly..."
"I underestimated myself then..." He sounds disappointed and frustrated. Though he doesn't move, he focuses on simply standing. The human can't understand why, but he allows him to remain up for a moment. Though, his worries begin to rise as he notices shaky movement from Gran's legs.
"Maybe you should sit back down..." Midorikawa mumbles. And it surprises him to find Gran listen to such a suggestion. The red haired man sits back down, but grabs onto the other's arm, his sleeve, tugging on it. And somehow, Midorikawa understands that he wants to sit beside him, so he does.
"Is there...something you want?" He asks while awkwardly shifting in this spot. While he wanted to be near to help, he was not expecting to be sitting beside him to...talk? "Do you need some water? Food?"
"I..." Gran pauses for a moment. "I have a question. Is this Earth?"
"Yes. This is Earth...I'm guessing you're not from this planet?" Or solar system.
Gran shakes his head. "My home is not within this galaxy." His voice contains a hint of sadness, although he manages to conceal any look of it. "I suppose that makes me an alien to you, does it not?"
"Yeah, it sort of does...I'm surprised you know that, actually."
"Even aliens have their own aliens. You're one to me." He gently taps the other on his shoulder, just a playful touch with a small chuckle. "An alien earthling."
Midorikawa gives a nervous laugh in return. "I guess I am one. Though, you're not really what I expected of an alien...you look so human. N-No offense to that..."
"Do I?" He asked, actually sounding surprised to that. "Some of my kind do resemble yours...but others...their appearance..." He stops speaking, placing a hand to his head. The alien was trying to go on, speak normally, but it seemed like he couldn't for long.
"Gran?" Midorikawa puts a hand on the other's shoulder after noticing the other begin to lose energy. The alien begins to relax into the couch, going quiet as he looks over to the other.
"I'm sorry...I need more rest than I thought..."
"It's okay!" Midorikawa is quick to jump up and help the other lie back down onto the couch, allowing him to have it back once again. "Oh, actually my bed might be more comfortable and I can get you another set of clothes. You might need a blanket to..." His worries were beginning to strike back, figuring he should have done this all before he was beginning to weaken. But he really had given no sign of it. He could only guess it was fatigue or maybe he was still recovering from that wound, it was impossible for him to tell.
Gran simply smiled and chuckled. "I never knew earthlings fretted so much over small things...I will be fine. I've slept here before, haven't I? You can be at rest to, Ryuuji..." His words seemed forced, wanting to appear as if he were fine, just tired.
"But, I...at least, you should have a blanket."
"Very well..." Gran accepts, looking at him with tired eyes. Midorikawa dashes off to grab a spare blanket from his room, but by the time he returns, the alien has fallen back asleep. He gently drapes the blanket over him, careful to not disturb him but has a feeling he wouldn't.
"I can't believe it..." Midorikawa mutters while looking at the sleeping Gran. I just...spoke with an actual alien! I...I don't know what to do. I...Am I dreaming? He pinches himself and lets out a little whimper. That confirms that this is no dream, but reality. The past few days have indeed been real. And if that pinch didn't truly confirm it, Gran himself did. As well as the other witness that had seen him, which he is now reminded of.
I have to call Osamu!