All he could see were abstract shapes coming closer to him. Spots of color were here and there; unclear objects somewhere in the distance. He didn't know how close they were to him actually.
He opened his other eye-- nothing changed.
"He's half blind in one eye," someone whispered gravely.
"That damn Akito," a more familiar voice muttered.
"Otherwise, he's fine."
"I'm not sure he will agree with you."
"Are you sure he's okay?" This voice was sweet, angelic but riddled with anxiety.
"He'll be fine Kana."
"Kana" was the last word he heard when Hatori drifted back to sleep.