When they finally allow her into his hospital room, he’s still recovering from the anaesthesia. Chibiusa pulls up a chair by his bed and waits patiently as he drifts in and out of consciousness. The room is quiet, save for the steady beeping of the heart monitor and the occasional whir of other machinery that litters the room. While Sousuke sleeps, she draws—the scenery outside his window, his sleeping profile, the vase of flowers sitting by his bedside; all things just to pass the time until he wakes up and is coherent enough to hold a conversation.
An hour passes before Sousuke rouses again. Chibiusa is just finishing up the sketch of flowers when she suddenly sits up, alert and at full attention—ready to tend to Sousuke should he need anything. She slips her hand into his and gives it a gentle squeeze as a soft smile touches her lips. Now that he’s awake, all the nerves that had settled in the pit of her stomach seem to vanish. She’s relived to see him open his eyes.
❝Hey, you. Welcome back.❞ // @wal-haifisch
