There was one room of the hospital in particular that if one where to glance inside it was likely to stand out ever so slightly from the rest. Aside from being located in the vip section it contained a table full to almost overflowing with get well soon cards and freshly placed flowers that where changed on a daily basis. It seemed the occupant inside was much loved and much missed.
Everything was quite that day as a young lady just on the verge of adulthood lay deep in slumber upon her bed. The only sound was the steady but regular rhythm of a heart monitor without which one would question the status of the room's occupant of still being among the living.
Her fair skin once one a shade of vibrant white-pink had grown deathly pallor, her breathing so faint as to be barely perceptible. An unaware visitor would likely come in and think they had come across a well preserved corpse rather then a still active patient of the facility. The doctors assumed that she was afflicted with the plague though the truth was another matter. They could hardly be blamed though when the symptoms where so similar.
It would take a Medical practitioner of extraordinary intelligence to notice the difference. In the land of lightning those where few in far between. One Morikawa Mikiri was too busy researching the plague hoping to find a cure to look too deeply into any one patient and the other was the very patient herself.
There had been no change for so long, the patient never getting worse but never getting better that some of the caregivers where starting to privately think maybe it was best to simply take her off life support and let nature take its course rather then letting the poor girl continue to waste away in dormancy.
But it seemed fate or the gods had other plans for her as for the first time in what must have felt like eternity something change. The rhythm of the heart monitor began to speed up as the girl groaned, her eyes shifting underneath the shut lids as her consciousness began to swim out of the deep dark abyss and back into the light.
Jolting upright her snapped open and she gasped taking in a deep lungfull of air for the first time in ages. It should have been painful but instead felt refreshing, for someone who had been still for so long she was moving surprisingly well, exhibiting little signs of muscle atrophy. It was almost like she had gone for a simple short nap and not be in a coma for months on end.
Already color was return to her skin as she blinked and surveyed her surrounding trying to puzzle together what was going on. The first thing she noticed was a single pink sakura petal clutched in her right hand, a sign that her crush Nozomi had been by to see her at some-point in time.
“Tis seems I am in the hospital. How did I get here? Did I lose my match?” thought Ryuko to herself out loud her memories of the last few days before she had fallen ill still fuzzy due to having been asleep for so long.
Everything was quite that day as a young lady just on the verge of adulthood lay deep in slumber upon her bed. The only sound was the steady but regular rhythm of a heart monitor without which one would question the status of the room's occupant of still being among the living.
Her fair skin once one a shade of vibrant white-pink had grown deathly pallor, her breathing so faint as to be barely perceptible. An unaware visitor would likely come in and think they had come across a well preserved corpse rather then a still active patient of the facility. The doctors assumed that she was afflicted with the plague though the truth was another matter. They could hardly be blamed though when the symptoms where so similar.
It would take a Medical practitioner of extraordinary intelligence to notice the difference. In the land of lightning those where few in far between. One Morikawa Mikiri was too busy researching the plague hoping to find a cure to look too deeply into any one patient and the other was the very patient herself.
There had been no change for so long, the patient never getting worse but never getting better that some of the caregivers where starting to privately think maybe it was best to simply take her off life support and let nature take its course rather then letting the poor girl continue to waste away in dormancy.
But it seemed fate or the gods had other plans for her as for the first time in what must have felt like eternity something change. The rhythm of the heart monitor began to speed up as the girl groaned, her eyes shifting underneath the shut lids as her consciousness began to swim out of the deep dark abyss and back into the light.
Jolting upright her snapped open and she gasped taking in a deep lungfull of air for the first time in ages. It should have been painful but instead felt refreshing, for someone who had been still for so long she was moving surprisingly well, exhibiting little signs of muscle atrophy. It was almost like she had gone for a simple short nap and not be in a coma for months on end.
Already color was return to her skin as she blinked and surveyed her surrounding trying to puzzle together what was going on. The first thing she noticed was a single pink sakura petal clutched in her right hand, a sign that her crush Nozomi had been by to see her at some-point in time.
“Tis seems I am in the hospital. How did I get here? Did I lose my match?” thought Ryuko to herself out loud her memories of the last few days before she had fallen ill still fuzzy due to having been asleep for so long.