—— The heir continued to prod and poke inside the plastic bag sitting in her lap, examining every label and silently determining which of her two flavor choices she should eat first. It should obviously be her favorite, but perhaps then it was time to try something new.. Ah, well, she wasn’t as much of a daredevil after all. Jurina delved for the tuna, immediately unwrapping half the plastic from the sphere.
She knew the questions would come, as did nearly the same ones every time the automation came to visit her that week. And every other time. The teen allotted for the other to finish in her barrage of curiosities as she took small, meager bites into her dinner, eyes not daring to divert from her. Mm, less than last time. “I feel fine, they should be letting me go tomorrow afternoon, maybe earlier — but we know how they are with those kinds of promises.” A bitter chuckle erupted from the back of her throat, the onigiri resting against her stomach as she held it loosely in both her hands.
”They said I’m all good. I’m sitting up and talking to you, so. I’m having a little trouble taking the medicine though,” another bite, this one a bit larger than the last few, “but it’s okay now, I think. Last thing they told me was that I’m here ‘just in case’. Whatever that means.” Just in case everything went wrong over again? Jurina knew very well the hospital was very watchful and careful with their patients, it was just her over thinking, yet again. It was the ideas she was unintentionally drilling into Rena that worried her.
“So what have you been doing at home without me? I hope you’re not too bored.” At this point anything would be good to divert away from the health subject, she’ll take anything. “Everything working alright?”
"Work." The automaton was quick to get her words, creating something of a blockade to keep the heir from asking anymore questions, or just to get on with it already. "I haven't been too bored. I can keep myself busy. Sometimes I'll go on walks," her head droops over her shoulder, smile stretching across her face with every bit inelegance she could muster up, "sometimes strange men would gawk at me. Maybe because you aren't there, but I try not to pay any attention to them." Good 'ol blunt Rena, only with some satisfaction tied into every word.
Her hands folded atop her lap, fingers interlacing lazily the less she had watched on her girlfriend consume the given food. Bite by bite, word by word, she was brought back to the week prior of their time spent together. It somehow felt nostalgic, and she was missing it so. Approaching several negative possibilities of what an early release would seem like, what it wouldn't. In short, she wanted Jurina out of here as soon as possible. The boredom comments, the "gawking men" comments. They were all some sort of opaque call for help. "I was able to charge myself on my own yesterday. Barely. I should be fine for another week. You'll be back by then, right?"
The robot looked around the room. Slowly. Eyes darting from screen to screen, wire to wire. To the food held within the teen's hands. "If you come home now I can make you real onigiri, despite liking 7-11's better," her lips pursed into a thin line, "you'd like that, wouldn't you? And meat spaghetti. I know how much you love meat spaghetti the most."
An uneasy mix of sensations had begun building up in the pit of her hollow stomach, as if such a thing was possible in the first place. "I miss you." The air was still enough to begin with, mixed in with a concoction of unknown substances to thin it out as if it were a sheet of paper. Did she have to say it again to hear herself right? Be it the first time she has shared such a statement with the heir, she definitely couldn't help but feel uneasy. She couldn't help it at all.
Because maybe it wasn't the right thing to say.
"I miss you a lot. I'm getting a little lonely."
