The next time she had awoken, she was in a hospital bed. The sterile scent of antiseptics and the plastic, sharp smell of bleach giving it away. She was groggy, and her body felt heavy, so turning her head at this point wasn't an option. She closed her eyes again, feeling herself drift into a doze once more.
When she had roused a second time, she had more of her bearings. She could hear the squeak of rubber shoes in the hallway, and the casually quiet floor that seemed full of mumbling and murmurs. She tested what strength she had, at this point, disappointed to find that she was hardly able to sit up on her own. She lifted her arm into her lap, turning her palm up to better examine her wrist.
An IV had been placed into the vein, and it took everything in her to restrain from pulling it out. Instead she stretched her limbs, curling her toes and rolling her shoulders in an attempt to get her blood flowing properly. About fifteen minutes later, a woman in a pair of baby blue scrubs waltzed in, humming softly as she looked over a deceivingly small amount of paperwork. She had just made it to the foot of the bed, glancing over to presumably check the level of the IV, when she gave a start, clutching her chest with a squeak as she calmed, "Dearest me-! How long have you been awake..?" Her mouth was dry, and her throat scratchy, so she could only shake her head, motioning gently to the IV with a look of confusion and a pair of sad, pleading eyes.
"Oh, no, dear," she shook her head, helping her to lay back down against the stiff cotton, "You got brought in by one of the authorities, I can't just let you up and around just yet.." "But," a firm, more masculine voice called from the doorway, and as she looked up to see the newest person, her internal bitch-dar *ahem* I mean radar *cough* went nuts.
He's hot-he's hot-he's hot-he's hot-he's hot- I get it- for Christ's sake, STOP. She built a mental cage, throwing the disembodied voice, which was now growling in protest, into the steeled contraption, careful to lock it with a mental key before she nodded toward the doctor. His hair was a deep burgundy-red color, his eyes a russet brown against his fair completion. If she had to put a rating to his looks, without bias or opinion, she could honestly give him an eight or a nine. And from the way the nurse was clutching her clipboard, biting her lip behind it and looking ready to swoon, she assumed most of the female population felt the same.
"I know this may sound derogatory," he smoothly strode inside, holding out his hand to the nurse for the clipboard, which she was quick to comply, nearly squirming in her spot to be of assistance, "But how are you feeling?" So help me if you don't flirt with him- She threw a mental blanket over the cage, choosing to ignore the voice as she looked up, her face calm, but her voice raspy and highly unattractive, at present, "Awful, actually.." He chuckled slightly, flashing a set of pearly white teeth, "It's rare to get a patient with humor," he conceded, tilting his head toward the half-full IV, his eyes watching pointedly as the nurse released her from the final bits of it. "You seem wide awake, even if that is our strongest morphine.. Are you completely awake right now?" "Awake enough to know that I could go for a Bic Mac," she made a slight jab, rolling her shoulders as she sat up once more. He smirked slightly, and the nurse merely pursed her lips, watching the show and most likely storing every word for break room gossip.
"Well, I suppose I could let you out of here, so long as you're up for it.." he lifted his eyebrows at her slightly, questioning, and, perhaps taunting..? as he motioned for her to try standing. Her face twisted into a grimace, and she scowled, throwing the blanket off of her feet and carefully sitting up, her legs, now exposed to the cool air, making a soft shiver run down her spine, she vaguely registered the fact that she was in a hospital nightgown, before she gave him a cool look, folding her arms over her chest and lifting her own eyebrow, "Perhaps a pair of pants, first..? I'd rather not walk around in the nude.. Male or female present.."
The nurse let out a soft snort, her hands over her mouth as she turned to face the anesthetics cabinet in the corner. The doctor merely smiled, closing his eyes as he held up his hands in defeat, "Not to worry, I've seen more than for you to matter.." I take it back, you can kill him-So help me, if you open your mouth again.. She thought venomously, her face portraying only slight irritation as she gripped the blanket, wrapping it round her shoulders as she slowly got onto her feet. The marble beneath it was chilled, and made a shiver go up her spine, so it wasn't completely surprising that she had been able to bolt for the bathroom on such low energy. It must have surprised them, though.
"She was.. very fast.." Yukina murmured softly, frowning toward the door a good fifteen feet away, then glancing subtly toward the doctor. He looked ready to either laugh or start questioning it, though the former won out, and he managed to knock politely on the door with his knuckles, "Miss.. There is a bit of paperwork you need to fill out.. and we have been instructed to call the authorities once you wake.."
"Tell them I'm not to be approached without offering of caramel frappe via McDonalds," she called back, her tone bored as she stretched her back and did a quick mini assesment of herself. She was fine, for the most part, so she shrugged, and glared at the door, still feeling that he was on the other side of it. Struck dumb with shock, but still there. "A-hem.. Do you have any idea how hard it is to use the restroom with someone intentionally listening..?"
That must have done the trick, because after a few seconds, she heard murmured voices, and hushed footsteps, before the actual door to leave swung open, then shut. Peace...