『 contours 』[ haruka/kid!shizuo ]
» rewind . . . --
The door clicked shut, and he was all alone again. Kasuka could only take so many minutes out of his day to come and see his poor excuse for an older brother. The nurses had told him and his family rather frantically that it would only be a few more days until he would be freed from the neck brace and allowed back into the public body with a cast for his arm. Though seeing as how he was suspended from school for the next month for damaging school property (and almost severely injuring a couple of his classmates), Shizuo wouldn't exactly be 'free to go' from anything.
Letting out a slight groan, the only thing he could do at the moment in such a position was to wriggle under the thin bedsheets and scoot himself further up the stretcher. His eyes remained glued to the speckled ceiling above; it was too much of a pain to strain his eyes sideways to look at the TV screen. At least when he got home, he would be able to watch some television . . .
His thoughts were interrupted when the door to his room clicked open again; but this time, he didn't hear the dainty footsteps of a nurse. Sliding his eyes for a sideways glance, he saw a teenage boy standing before his stretcher. Was this the brother of one of those kids he almost killed who was seeking for an apology? Shizuo silently looked awya, over to the room's peach-colored curtains.
"You're in the wrong room."
