[When they’d discussed the possibility of Shoko having to put the knowledge from her medicine studies to use here back at the stadium, it had been such a casual thought to toss about. Maybe it would come down to it, if they’d run into a little trouble at some point down the road. Instead, they ran into a lot of it, immediately. And Suzuha surely hadn’t expected she would be among those worse off.
This place really didn’t pull its punches with the reality check.
Suzuha follows her lead across the room, silent as she takes a seat as indicated. Brows furrowing a little at the question, she turns her gaze downward to her injured arm. She still feels like grimacing every time she looks at it, but it’s starting to get easier to rein that feeling in a bit. She’s not sure if she hates that or not.]
When I wake up, sometimes. [It’s like every morning her brain forgets exactly what she’d done until she’s confronted with the sight of her very real lack of limb.] That feeling at least goes away after a little while…
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This place really didn’t pull its punches with the reality check.
Suzuha follows her lead across the room, silent as she takes a seat as indicated. Brows furrowing a little at the question, she turns her gaze downward to her injured arm. She still feels like grimacing every time she looks at it, but it’s starting to get easier to rein that feeling in a bit. She’s not sure if she hates that or not.]
When I wake up, sometimes. [It’s like every morning her brain forgets exactly what she’d done until she’s confronted with the sight of her very real lack of limb.] That feeling at least goes away after a little while…