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It had been a couple days since Shujinko had been inducted into the hospital. Her wounds had been treated, but they simply could never restore her left eye. There was no saving what wasn't there anymore. All they could have done for that wound was clean it and keep it dry so as to avoid bacteria making it's home there. More often than not, it would begin bleeding whenever Shujinko's nurse was tasked with fishing around in the cavern of the young girl's eye with a swab. While the patient in question always seemed to have a far off look on her face. After her medical treatment, Shujinko was scheduled to be given therapy in order to help her with the severe mental trauma she suffered from her ordeal. Her parents had just recently left the room on request of the nurse much to their chagrin. While Hadamashi had put on a brave face, she lamented on how she couldn't protect her baby. Dwelling on it reduced her to tears, for any to see who might have been going towards Shujinko's room. It was a rare thing for Shujinko's mother to cry.
She could always tell that the nurse seemed unnerved around her. She always seemed uncomfortable when she was with her. The thought made Shujinko a bit sad. Exhaling a deep breath from her leaned back perch. While she was here at the hospital, the nurse had been so kind as style Shujinko's hair a bit, in order to keep the growing lengths from getting out of hand.
Today's session was over for today. The nurse re-wrapping the dressings around Shujinko's eye as to hide the hold in her face and keep foreign objects out. Shujinko's expression remained blank, watching the nurse leave, she began to stare up into the ceiling. Tears idly dripped out of her remaining eye. What was going on...? What was going to happen next? Questions she couldn't find the answer too. They even separated her from the only thing that kept her calm. The Muchimonji, her ancestral blade. She could only feel an empty void now. And the last couple nights left Shujinko plagued with nightmares, all of them ending up with Shujinko waking up in a cold sweat and shaking. She could barely remember what happened after she walked into that room... perhaps her mind wanted her too?
<i></i>It had been a couple days since Shujinko had been inducted into the hospital. Her wounds had been treated, but they simply could never restore her left eye. There was no saving what wasn't there anymore. All they could have done for that wound was clean it and keep it dry so as to avoid bacteria making it's home there. More often than not, it would begin bleeding whenever Shujinko's nurse was tasked with fishing around in the cavern of the young girl's eye with a swab. While the patient in question always seemed to have a far off look on her face. After her medical treatment, Shujinko was scheduled to be given therapy in order to help her with the severe mental trauma she suffered from her ordeal. Her parents had just recently left the room on request of the nurse much to their chagrin. While Hadamashi had put on a brave face, she lamented on how she couldn't protect her baby. Dwelling on it reduced her to tears, for any to see who might have been going towards Shujinko's room. It was a rare thing for Shujinko's mother to cry.
She could always tell that the nurse seemed unnerved around her. She always seemed uncomfortable when she was with her. The thought made Shujinko a bit sad. Exhaling a deep breath from her leaned back perch. While she was here at the hospital, the nurse had been so kind as style Shujinko's hair a bit, in order to keep the growing lengths from getting out of hand.
Today's session was over for today. The nurse re-wrapping the dressings around Shujinko's eye as to hide the hold in her face and keep foreign objects out. Shujinko's expression remained blank, watching the nurse leave, she began to stare up into the ceiling. Tears idly dripped out of her remaining eye. What was going on...? What was going to happen next? Questions she couldn't find the answer too. They even separated her from the only thing that kept her calm. The Muchimonji, her ancestral blade. She could only feel an empty void now. And the last couple nights left Shujinko plagued with nightmares, all of them ending up with Shujinko waking up in a cold sweat and shaking. She could barely remember what happened after she walked into that room... perhaps her mind wanted her too?