*♔reparation — {closed}
Visitation should not have necessarily been unorthodox once mental functions had proven stable enough for interaction with those outside of the hospital staff. Nevertheless, it an unexpected ordeal, one that the women in question did not feel quite prepared for. It was already a daily struggle to simply remain substantially soothed, the turbulent emotions endured in the time following the incident making it increasingly difficult to even manage pointless small talk. It wasn’t that she could not speak, vocal chords unaffected and in working condition, but rather the soldier could not find the willpower, the strength, to partake in conversation.
The avoidance had met an end when informed that an individual had come to see her in particular, the name of the guest not so much as provided. Left to contemplate just whom it could be with an unhealthy amount of apprehension, lethargically was body brought into an upright position that had muscles nearly scream in protest. The inactivity clearly having had a toil upon her form, how truly uncomfortable it felt was subsided in order to appear somewhat presentable despite the hospital gown currently donned. Hands rested upon one another in her lap, firmly grasping each other as head lowered for gaze to remain downwards when the door was opened for the visitor to enter.
Silence was what greeted the unknown company, but it would not reign indefinitely. Lips would release a muted sigh, as if breathed out was the exhaustion of guilt that had prevented speech. ❝I know that you came all this way, and I’m sorry .. but I don’t think I’m someone you should want to talk to. I wouldn’t even know what to say now ..❞ Voice displayed how utterly taxing it had all been, tired and somewhat rough from the strain her throat had been through. The self-depreciation was just as evident, but it should’ve been expected.
{♚}— Hospitals were not things the male frequented when he was younger despite his poor health. Why bother when his own aunt was a doctor and his family could have the finest of the occupation at their manor in a matter of hours if need be. He finds it slightly fortunate that his health hadn’t acted up here, so the need to seek medical care wasn’t something he was worried about. The only reason he is here today is to visit someone else, a stroke of good-naturedness that is hard to find within the boy. If asked, he will claim he had the free time to do so, which in and of itself is true enough.
He gives his name to the nurse when asked and falters slightly when asked the relation to the patient. He forms the word ‘relative’ with some reluctance and forces a smile that looks extremely real to convince the nurse he isn’t lying about it. He’s just glad the demon isn’t here to laugh at him. He decides while he’s being lead to the room, that he doesn’t like hospitals though he does see their use. As for the reason why he doesn’t like them, he hasn’t figured those out yet. Perhaps it’s a childish dislike, but he decides to stop thinking about it as soon as he opens the door to the room.
❝I did not strike you as the type to self-pity.❞ From anyone else, words would be spoken in joking manner. Ciel is too serious for such things, so his question is posed like an actual inquiry with a touch of indifference in his tone normal to his voice. He grabs a chair – cheap and plastic – and drags it closer to the bedside, doing it in such a way that he knows the legs will make a heinous noise at being scrapped against the floor. He places himself down, immediately poised and proper due to ingrained manners, legs crossed and hands folded neatly atop his knee. ❝Besides, who are you to dictate what I do in my free time? I’d say be grateful, this is not a curtesy I extend to everyone.❞
