[you sure don't make confidants by bailing! not that he's doing this for the sake of a confidant, although in hindsight Akira will probably realize that this is just. . . how most of his friendships begin. . .]
[he hangs around the hospital the entire time, although he isn't able to answer many of the doctor's questions. he probably looks kind of spooky, milling about the waiting room with patches of smeared blood staining the front of his shirt and the edges of his sleeves, a blood-soaked jacket thrown over his shoulder. but he isn't about to go home and change until he's sure this guy is okay]
[which is why he's there when Kamui eventually comes to, lounging in a nearby chair with his feet propped up one one of the arms, a black and white cat curled in his lap (pets aren't allowed in the hospital-- he totally snuck Morgana in). the small bits of movement catch the corners of his vision, and he swivels around to face this stranger immediately. Morgana grumbles and hops from his lap to his shoulder when he moves]
Hey-- [he speaks up loud enough for Kamui to hear, but his tone is gentle]
no subject
[he hangs around the hospital the entire time, although he isn't able to answer many of the doctor's questions. he probably looks kind of spooky, milling about the waiting room with patches of smeared blood staining the front of his shirt and the edges of his sleeves, a blood-soaked jacket thrown over his shoulder. but he isn't about to go home and change until he's sure this guy is okay]
[which is why he's there when Kamui eventually comes to, lounging in a nearby chair with his feet propped up one one of the arms, a black and white cat curled in his lap (pets aren't allowed in the hospital-- he totally snuck Morgana in). the small bits of movement catch the corners of his vision, and he swivels around to face this stranger immediately. Morgana grumbles and hops from his lap to his shoulder when he moves]
Hey-- [he speaks up loud enough for Kamui to hear, but his tone is gentle]
You're awake?