"-ook, he's waking up."
A white light temporarily blinded Soryu as he stirred awake. He attempted to sit up when he felt a stabbing pain in his head and groaned, falling back on his bed.
"Welcome back to the world of the living, Soryu." A voice hummed.
As his vision began to clear up, his eyes locked onto a very familiar looking doctor. "Luke?" The mobster quickly sat and winced in pain. His school senior was sitting very comfortably on an armchair, sipping, what the man guessed was, earl gray tea. "What are you doing here?" His arm had been the only place where he was injured, so why did his entire body feel like crap?
"Your puppy called up the penthouse in a panic and asked for me."
Soryu couldn't help but shake his head. Inui always made a huge deal out of the smallest things.
"One of your subordinates told me how you lost a lot of blood and needed medical attention, but," the man frowned as he recalled the events prior. "You looked fine to me."
Soryu quirked a brow at him. He had looked... fine?
"Sure you looked paler and had a slower pulse, but there wouldn't have been much I could do much about." He rambled on. "The wound was very well dressed. The others told me about the girl that helped you. I was impressed with her work." The British man looked at the mobster. "You were quite lucky that a medical professional was nearby to help you, or you would've been in trouble for sure."
"The girl?"
Luke cocked his head. "There was a girl that dressed your wounds, wasn't there?"
Soryu's jaw clenched and his brows furrowed as he tried to recall the day's past events. He had been ambushed. He knocked out a couple of goons. He was being chased. He sought refuge in a shrine... oh. That onna. "There was."
"Well, it would do you some good to send her a gift basket or of the sort. If it weren't for her, you'd be off for worse wear."
With his uninjured hand, Soryu ran it through his raven locks. "Well, thanks for sticking around."
"Hai hai. Thank you for the tea," the man said as he brought the mug to his lips. "The pain killers for your arm are on the nightstand over there. Take it twice a day for a week, and you'll be fine."
"Thanks again, Luke."
The older man smiled at him. "Feel better. I'll see you at the penthouse soon."