Roxas cracked open a blue eye and sat up, most of the pain had gone. It felt strange since his body still felt asleep and like he couldn't move much. The teen yawned and looked at his bandages. The tops of both arms, chest and back was still covered in bandages. His left arm, in a hard, dark blue cast. Roxas had a new bandage on his cheek, a deep scar remained there under it. He raised his arm and held it over the bandage.
"I look pretty much beaten up…" He frowned and let his arm drop to the bed where he fixed his eyes on the bed cover.
"It doesn't matter THAT much, they don't need to keep me here this long." the blonde watched the small clock on the wall opposite him. It was past midnight. He started to shiver slightly.
Cold…
Suddenly, there was a banging sound which made the boy jump slightly. The room was silent until this noise disturbed it. It sounded like something hitting the floor. Roxas raised and eyebrow. The curtain surrounding his bed was blowing as if a window was open right next to it, blowing a cool breeze in. Roxas sighed and swiveled around to get off of the bed. The shooting pain that SHOULD have been there wasn't present. Roxas stopped as if he expected to NOT be bale to move as he was in too much pain…but wasn't.
"How long did I sleep for?" He managed to get off of the bed and stumble until he stood confidently. The teen looked around and then pulled the curtain to one side. He scanned the other patients in the hospital room, each in their own small bed. They were all around Roxas' age, if not, older but only by a few years. Roxas saw that a large window was open, letting old air into the large, white room.
"I'll shut it." He stirred a little while his feet touched the floor. The hard floor was cold, becoming uncomfortable to his bare feet. He was wearing another pair of white shorts and a white shirt with all the buttons undone, showing his chest and whole torso along with the bandages that bound him. He winced a little as a small amount of pain shot up to his chest were he heard the crack…that night.
What was that noise?
He feet felt cold as he limped to the window, being the culprit of the cold air blowing in. He reached out and clasped his slender fingers around the handle, trying to find the strength to pull it closed. After moments of struggling, he managed to. The window closed and Roxas turned around where his eyes widened…
"W-what are y-you d-doing h-here…?"