No outward change was shown, his reassuring smile still firmly in place, but inwardly Kyouya grimaced at the obvious reaction his patient displayed when he reached out his hand.
The extensive injuries littering the actor’s body was already a clear enough sign but the instinctive flinch certainly cemented his suspicions. The next step would be to do something about the problem although such a thing was easier said than done. His specialities lay in treating physical injuries, emotional and psychological trauma were another matter entirely and both were unavoidable in cases of abuse.
Nevertheless, now that he knew, he couldn’t just ignore the situation.
Choosing not to comment on the other’s actions so as not to embarrass him further, Kyouya took a seat next to the bed. He made sure not to sit too close so that Arashi wouldn’t feel unnecessarily pressured by the proximity but still close enough to gauge his emotions and converse with him privately. There was no need for an errant nurse wandering in by chance to hear what they were talking about.
Mindful that the injured man in front of him was feeling stressed. he kept his voice low and soothing as if he was talking to a wounded animal that was liable to try escape at the earliest opportunity.
“I’m glad to hear that you’re not in any pain at present but that’s likely to change when the medication you were given wears off…”
That was the easy part taken care more or less, other than the explanation of the treatment he had been given while unconscious and the follow up procedures but even that was simple compared to breaking the news to the actor that he couldn’t go home just yet.
Kyouya hadn’t missed how he had changed his mind about using the term ‘home’ at the last moment either…
Giving the other a sympathetic look, all the while bracing himself for the probable fallout to follow, he gave him the verdict.
“I’m afraid you won’t be able to leave for a while.”
Pain wasn’t an issue, Arashi had lived with constant pain for years now, since Ryu had turned violent, he could handle that no matter how bad. The only reason he’d come to the hospital was because of his arm. Pain would go away but he didn’t know how to treat physical wounds beyond cuts, bruises, and the like.
“I - excuse me?” Arashi gave the doctor a bewildered look, panic causing him to react faster than he could process. No it was logical that they would want to keep him if they’d seen the extent of his injuries but - perhaps Arashi had deluded himself into thinking they could just fix his arm and then he could be off on his way.
“You.... you can’t keep me here?” Arashi’s words started strong but choked off into a question, unsure of what they could or couldn’t do. He’d willingly checked himself in after all, so... that gave them some measure of ability to keep him as long as they believed his treatment wasn’t over... or something didn’t it?
If at all possible, Arashi could feel himself getting paler. Ryu was right huh... he really didn’t think.
The thought of what would happen to him the longer he was out like this made Arashi’s eyes widen, his breath coming shorter and shorter.
“I wasn’t supposed to be out today,” he managed out shakily, his voice soft despite how much effort it took for him to get the words out past the tightness in his throat. He felt faint. “He’s going to be so mad when he gets back and I’m not there...”
gracieabrams
discoholicmusic
prguitarman
romaincrisis
stormborns
blakekathryn
