Hope for the hopeless warriors

Who are these girls?

After calming down and being given some water from the nice nurse lady, Jataro was able to put together where he was. He was confused on how he ended up there though.

Despite the aspirins he was just given his head still ached a bit. He was walking home one minute, heard something loud coming, and woke up here with 2 odd teen girls staring at him. One of them was dressing kind of like those rock singers on TV and had been wearing what looked like his mask but cleaner. It was impossible of course for her to be wearing it because that would mean that he himself was sitting there without one.

 He always figured if someone was to see his face without the mask their faces would melt off from how ugly he was. His mom did always say he didn't look like other kids and since she was never wrong that meant he was right in this thinking.

He didn't like thinking to hard on overly complex things because that made his head really itchy. Right now in fact it was starting to itch a bit. He was about to reach up rub through he mask to try and stop it but the teen nurse stopped him by gently grabbing his hand as he reached up.

"Now I know those bandages have to be a little itchy but please don't scratch at them or they might come loose. No one likes to wash blood from hair, the smell is pretty bad." said Mikan

"What do you mean by hair?" he questioned.

"The brunette hair on you head silly. Your gonna seriously need to wash it and your face when you get home. After wearing this weird hat mask thing so long you've have got to have major head lice or something" the musician answered.

"...My face? My mask? But if what she says is true that means I'm not wearing it. Why wouldn't their faces be melting from my ugliness if I'm mask less? Does that mean I'm...?" He quickly grabbed the closest reflective thing nearby which happened to be a round tray his food was still on. Ignoring the protests of the nurse beside him, he poured the contents on the floor and turned the tray over to see just what he looked like for the first time.

He imagined a squished in head, skin with no hair barely clinging to the skull, a weird pig nose, all topped off with massive oozing warts. What started back at him was the opposite of all those things on the tray. He even watched his own hand move up to touch his white cheek.

 Save for the slight scratch on said cheek his skin was fine. Violet eyes perfectly symmetrical as any other person, likely from being under his mask for so long his hair was slightly matted but was still a fair looking light brown that covered his whole clean head.

He had the face of practically any other healthy school boy.

Everything drowned out around him as he slowly absorbed this for a few moments. At some point he unconsciously started pinching himself to test if he was dreaming. He didn't know what to think and started to cry almost in hysterical confusion. He didn't know whether to feel happy, sad, or angry that this was the truth all along.

"Are you okay?! Please calm down!" The nurse was now holding him while trying to clean his tears with some tissues. The boy was fine one minute and now suddenly sobbing.

"I...I...I don't understand this at all! Is this some cruel dream? She made me wear this mask for so long and isn't suppose to be wrong about this type of thing. Is this really me? Why would she lie about something like this for so long?" he wailed.

After a little while he started to calm down.

"Who is this "she" you were talking about and what were you screaming about?" It was the musician girl who said this and for the first time since meeting she had a very serious expression on her face.