[ sleep ] for one muse to sit by while the other is unconscious in a hospital - James
The ticking of the clock is the only reminder for him that time's moving on, even though it feels right now that it's frozen. The day and night still came and went; the only way to tell that there was some cycle in this world —er, dimension? It was still hard to wrap his head around all that had happened, just for the fact that so much had happened all at once, like it had been piling up over the months before finally it all came crashing down. His mind still wanders to that mysterious figure, staring at them all before he'd been all but flash-banged and the light had enveloped the entire school. Dragging them all to another world where Duel Spirits were real. He'd nearly fallen on his ass when Sapphire Pegasus had appeared before him when he'd been about to pull his revolver on the Harpy that had snatched the two teachers. Then came more news, with Rei now in the infirmary alongside Amon. He'd been half tempted to leave him for the harpies.
His gaze flickers down to the male who still hadn't awoken yet, despite the best attempts, and a part of him feels some small form of guilt. He supposes he would; he should have found a way to intervene sooner, or whatever. Yet, what's done is done; the only thing that mattered now was going forward, whatever the future had waiting for them. The others were trying to come up with a plan while he stayed in the infirmary, holding down the fort on the most precious of resources besides the food storage. Last he heard, Kenzan was watching that, and despite the guy's hunger, he was resisting that, to make sure they all had enough. It was probably driving the other insane and boiling at his dino blood.
A hand reaches out, carefully adjusting the pillow once more when the male moves, to make sure his head remains supported. The last thing the guy needed was waking up after nearly drowning to feeling all stiff and sore. He's no doctor, not even with what medical training he does have; it was enough to get by in the wilderness, in cases like this? Not a damn lick of luck, they'd all been concerned about him, but there was nothing that could be done. He'd have to wake up on his own, whenever that was.
A sigh escapes him as he leans back into his chair before rotating it to face the entrance, his gaze flickering between all the figures lying in the beds. Before he unzips his bag, pulling out the rifle from within the hidden zipper, he silently loads it with a few rounds, then he takes his position as a guard. He'd catch some sleep once everyone else was awake.
