1 Recovery is a Pain [Mitsuo or Invite] Tue Apr 25, 2017 11:55 pm
Kaia~Mai
D-rank
Sickness.
She hated it, hated it with a passion. Thankfully, it wasn’t something she had to experience all that often. However, she was the type of person who, when she finally did get sick, got sick. This latest episode had hit her hard and fast. She had woken up one morning (God, how many weeks ago had it been? Or was it months at this point?) feeling overly exhausted and just lackluster, but had decided to force herself to do some training anyway (Really, what kind of ninja would she be if she let a little sickness stop her from training?!). She hadn’t been an hour into training in the forest when she had dropped like a stone, unconscious, and barely breathing. Thankfully, she had been found by a medic gathering special herbs that they had planted nearby. Amaya Uchiha had saved her life that day: and had been one of her main care providers during her sickness and stay in the hospital (Really, how long had it been now?).
The first few days of her sickness had been rough, and very touch and go. She had been nearly dead when Amaya had found her, and she fought tooth and nail against the Grim Reaper for days until she finally won. She had gone from being on the brink of death and puking up blood as this sickness ravaged her lungs to where she was at now… which was close to being discharged. She had thought about just up and leaving from time to time – she hated hospitals, the way they smelled, the fact that people died in them in a fight they couldn’t win – but it seemed like each time she had thought about it someone had shown up and kept watch to make sure she didn’t.
Now though, she was going to be free to go and the first thing she wanted to do was get a nice hot meal that didn’t taste well… tasteless. The lack of salt and pepper or any seasoning really had been killing her – hospital food just plain sucked. She wasn’t a food critic by any means, or picky really, but even she had her limits and she had long since reached them.
As Kaia’s thoughts turned to the food she would possibly be eating within the next hour she looked around her hospital room – a private one at that – to make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything. She had packed up her stuff the day before when Amaya had told her she’d be going home soon, but she wanted to make sure she didn’t accidentally lose anything. Not that she had much on her: Demi had snatched her out of Kumo and rushed her off to Konoha before heading back to Kiri, and she hadn’t gone to Kiri with all that much on her person to begin with. Kaia had wanted to stay for a while in Konoha, and Demi had agreed that that was alright before she disappeared back home.
While thinking about the few possessions she did have – her violin, and clothing mainly – and satisfied that nothing was left behind, she looked down at herself and realized how thin she was; thinner than before she had got sick. Her knee length white dress underneath which she wore tan colored leggings was baggier on her than normal. She wasn’t as bad as she had been when Mitsuo had first found her all those years ago and rescued her from the horrible place she had been in, but her weight still wasn’t good and brought back memories she would rather forever leave forgotten. It was going to be a little while before she could get back on the training fields or so she assumed: she was going to have to do this carefully or else she was going to end up worse than she had been before.
Sighing softly to herself as those thoughts crossed her mind she sat back down on her bed which she had rather annoyed the nurses with by insisting she make it herself and took to staring at the door. She was silently willing the nurse to come back in with her paperwork so she could go, and hoped that if she concentrated hard enough on it it would actually happen. A girl had to hope. Absently she picked at a loose thread of the bag of her belongings sitting on the bed next to her: anything, anything at all to distract her and make the time go by faster.
Word Count: 754
She hated it, hated it with a passion. Thankfully, it wasn’t something she had to experience all that often. However, she was the type of person who, when she finally did get sick, got sick. This latest episode had hit her hard and fast. She had woken up one morning (God, how many weeks ago had it been? Or was it months at this point?) feeling overly exhausted and just lackluster, but had decided to force herself to do some training anyway (Really, what kind of ninja would she be if she let a little sickness stop her from training?!). She hadn’t been an hour into training in the forest when she had dropped like a stone, unconscious, and barely breathing. Thankfully, she had been found by a medic gathering special herbs that they had planted nearby. Amaya Uchiha had saved her life that day: and had been one of her main care providers during her sickness and stay in the hospital (Really, how long had it been now?).
The first few days of her sickness had been rough, and very touch and go. She had been nearly dead when Amaya had found her, and she fought tooth and nail against the Grim Reaper for days until she finally won. She had gone from being on the brink of death and puking up blood as this sickness ravaged her lungs to where she was at now… which was close to being discharged. She had thought about just up and leaving from time to time – she hated hospitals, the way they smelled, the fact that people died in them in a fight they couldn’t win – but it seemed like each time she had thought about it someone had shown up and kept watch to make sure she didn’t.
Now though, she was going to be free to go and the first thing she wanted to do was get a nice hot meal that didn’t taste well… tasteless. The lack of salt and pepper or any seasoning really had been killing her – hospital food just plain sucked. She wasn’t a food critic by any means, or picky really, but even she had her limits and she had long since reached them.
As Kaia’s thoughts turned to the food she would possibly be eating within the next hour she looked around her hospital room – a private one at that – to make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything. She had packed up her stuff the day before when Amaya had told her she’d be going home soon, but she wanted to make sure she didn’t accidentally lose anything. Not that she had much on her: Demi had snatched her out of Kumo and rushed her off to Konoha before heading back to Kiri, and she hadn’t gone to Kiri with all that much on her person to begin with. Kaia had wanted to stay for a while in Konoha, and Demi had agreed that that was alright before she disappeared back home.
While thinking about the few possessions she did have – her violin, and clothing mainly – and satisfied that nothing was left behind, she looked down at herself and realized how thin she was; thinner than before she had got sick. Her knee length white dress underneath which she wore tan colored leggings was baggier on her than normal. She wasn’t as bad as she had been when Mitsuo had first found her all those years ago and rescued her from the horrible place she had been in, but her weight still wasn’t good and brought back memories she would rather forever leave forgotten. It was going to be a little while before she could get back on the training fields or so she assumed: she was going to have to do this carefully or else she was going to end up worse than she had been before.
Sighing softly to herself as those thoughts crossed her mind she sat back down on her bed which she had rather annoyed the nurses with by insisting she make it herself and took to staring at the door. She was silently willing the nurse to come back in with her paperwork so she could go, and hoped that if she concentrated hard enough on it it would actually happen. A girl had to hope. Absently she picked at a loose thread of the bag of her belongings sitting on the bed next to her: anything, anything at all to distract her and make the time go by faster.
Word Count: 754