It's been three weeks since he'd awakened from the coma, the one that the confusing power known as Scrap put him into. It'd been long enough to help Aoba get over his guilt over the whole incident, and the worst of the condition had passed, but Mizuki still had a far longer time to go before he could even stand on his own. To be able to sleep at night without the terrifying nightmares. To be able to gain some kind of weight back from eating, so he wouldn't be a stick. Physical therapy would be a necessity to get his strength back in order to play Rib again, someday -- but at the moment, that was a long way off when every day could be hard just to get by.
Today was another overcast day, and it looked like any minute the rain could come falling down. It really fit his mood at the moment, having gotten up two hours earlier due to nightmares, having no real ideas when he tried to draw something in his sketchbook, and having had no way of keeping breakfast down. He was tired, lethargic, and there really wasn't anything to do but power through the down mood and physical exhaustion.
Although at the moment, the only thing he wanted to do was try to sleep again... so it was a relieving feeling to relax into the hospital bed and shut his eyes. Maybe this time, he wouldn't have the terrible dreams.
-- He probably still would.
