𝘽𝘼𝘽𝙔𝙇𝙊𝙉 / 𝙅𝙅𝙆 𝙭 𝙏𝙍 / ᵒⁿ ʰⁱᵃᵗᵘˢ

XXVII.

TOUYA's body laid unconscious on the temporary hospital bed, almost all their skin wrapped in bandages and stitches.

Shoko slid down the wall exhausted, the bags under her eyes more prominent and darker than usual, her brown hair disheveled and messy, her white coat covered in stains of blood and aching hands from the complicated and long operation were visibly trembling.

She was just in time to save them, if she had waited a little longer Cyan could've die of blood loss.

Ieiri mentally punched her student, them being the cause she couldn't operate them sooner because of their request, asking them to heal everyone else first and let them be the last.

They knew the outcome. They knew they might've not survive. Why the hell did they fight with Ackerman though?

<Sh-Shoko-chan?>

The brown haired woman widened her eyes as she stood up and turned to the now white haired sorcerer, limping on the hospital bed. She felt smiling, glad they were alive.

The aided sorcerer sweat dropped as they watched her messily clean her face from the tears and melted mascara.

<Cyan, you're alive>

Their blue eyes widened as the doctor grabbed their hand and brought her head near it in comfort.

I'm so glad, if they were ever killed... Everyone would be devastated.

<Touya>

Shoko lift her head up in confusion, meeting with their cyan blue eyes. They were so clear she could see her reflection in them.

<Eh?>

The white haired sorcerer gently smiled at the brown haired woman, hissing in pain because of the new staplers as they sat against the headboard. Sighing they felt their body float and brought back to Earth so fast as their vision went for an instant black, their head was spinning and they could physically feal the new stitches crippling in their skin, putting their pieces together like it was a sort of puzzle. It was such a strange feeling it made them want to puke.

They gulped down the sickening feeling as their blue eyes closed, tiredness and fatigue hitting them harder than ever. Their eye lids become heavier as they struggle to stay awake. As the sudden giddy feeling of temporary happiness was rapidly replaced with post depression. Scenes from the fights, memories of the corpses, echoing of the screams and pleas, the lingering feeling of wet red hands...

...it was all playing again in their head, replaying every detail, every emotion, every action.

<My name is Touya, Touya Ackerman>