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thoughtformed2014-04-16 03:15 am
dontmindmepleasecontinue) wrote in thoughtformed2014-04-16 03:15 am
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[Semi-Closed Log]
Who: Koizumi, Lin, Sheska, and possibly others
What: Being abruptly released from the hospital, coming home to an empty apartment, and misguided attempts to find something to hold on to
Where: outside the hospital and at Koizumi's apartment
When: backdated to the night of April 14th
Warnings: depression, possible talk of suicide
Note: If you want your character to visit Koizumi after he gets out of the hospital, let me know
Koizumi stands outside, blinking and confused. He'd been visiting with Lin, mostly back to his senses after two weeks in the hospital. Lin had commented on his progress, saying that if he kept up this way he'd be out in no time - and the next thing he knew they were being ushered out of the hospital, the nurses swearing he's been cleared to leave and has been discharged.
He had thought he had at least another week before they were willing to let him go. Even if his physical injuries were healed enough - which they weren't, really, the doctors had wanted a couple more days at least - the psychologists had wanted to keep him another week, if not to the end of the month. Apparently they couldn't yet be sure he wouldn't go home and pick up a knife again.
The nurses were adamant, however, no matter how much Lin argued with them. Koizumi had stood there for a time, not seeming to pay attention to the argument happening around him - and then had simply wandered out the front doors.
The sun is bright in his face, and the wind is strong - it's been a while since he has felt either. After a moment, he hears Lin rushing out after him - finally realizing that he's no longer standing inside with her.
What: Being abruptly released from the hospital, coming home to an empty apartment, and misguided attempts to find something to hold on to
Where: outside the hospital and at Koizumi's apartment
When: backdated to the night of April 14th
Warnings: depression, possible talk of suicide
Note: If you want your character to visit Koizumi after he gets out of the hospital, let me know
Koizumi stands outside, blinking and confused. He'd been visiting with Lin, mostly back to his senses after two weeks in the hospital. Lin had commented on his progress, saying that if he kept up this way he'd be out in no time - and the next thing he knew they were being ushered out of the hospital, the nurses swearing he's been cleared to leave and has been discharged.
He had thought he had at least another week before they were willing to let him go. Even if his physical injuries were healed enough - which they weren't, really, the doctors had wanted a couple more days at least - the psychologists had wanted to keep him another week, if not to the end of the month. Apparently they couldn't yet be sure he wouldn't go home and pick up a knife again.
The nurses were adamant, however, no matter how much Lin argued with them. Koizumi had stood there for a time, not seeming to pay attention to the argument happening around him - and then had simply wandered out the front doors.
The sun is bright in his face, and the wind is strong - it's been a while since he has felt either. After a moment, he hears Lin rushing out after him - finally realizing that he's no longer standing inside with her.
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His voice is somehow unexpected, the single word entirely unlooked for. Her head jerks up as if on a string, and she stares in disbelief. He isn't even looking at her. Not that she blames him. Did she really hear him correctly?
"You... Yes," she says softly through a throat thick with tears and shock. "Y-yes of course." Entirely lost, she hesitates, scrubbing ineffectually at the tears she can't seem to stop. Eventually she takes a few steps toward him, pauses, then a few more, and finally sinks to sit on the bed with a few buffering feet between them. She doesn't want to crowd him, but she can't quite figure out what he needs except those things she cannot give him.