anglerfishnabe:
Somehow finally able to get into hospital, Ogata has found that they’re busy. He’s on the verge of getting better but they’re saying ‘he can’t just leave yet’. He might be a patient man (pun unintended) but for once in his life he’s rather bothered about something else.
Namely his cats.
Of course it’s not just the cats, he just wants to get out already. He’s healthy in his mind anyway… or rather he thinks he can take the pain for couple of days with some rest. All by himself.
That’s how he’s there now, in an attempt to get out - sneaking about the halls , trying to manage without grunting in the pain of the broken ribs. All while still wearing nothing but the hospital gown with his cloak thrown over it.
“ … “
Heavy footsteps and grumbling eventually come around a corner. Large strides left unbothered by passerby with excuses of trying to find this or that. He wasn’t too bad off--though some would insist too far on escorting him due to this or that. Eventually getting one of them to shut up and let him go in peace for a bit was frustrating. All while...
“This damned gown is too short...can’t even properly tie this--”
Dogen walks into Ogata directly, thinking himself safe at last, and jumps back, tugging down on the front with his face red. A long pipe clenched between his teeth, he’s likely hiding other similar things in his arm sling. The problem that it popped out of his shoulder a few times wouldn’t really fix itself unless it rested...he’d accept that much. But anything he could smell in this weirdly sterile place...augh! Awful memories.
“Y’tryin’ to scare me, or get some fresh air?” he scowls.














