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When Yudai wakes up fully, all he can see past the blur of unconsciousness and long eyelashes, is the media. Blinding flashes and large black geometrically shaped contraptions fighting each other to get the first sight of the expression on his face, which is none other than confusion. There are mics everywhere, some on large black sticks expertly being crept towards him, the men who yield them concentrating so hard they were presenting frown lines. He looks to his side and sees none other than his brother, Taki, shooing them away and pulling out a large water gun probably filled with something that isn’t water. Yudai is almost certain that it’s bleach.
“He just woke up from a coma, and you guys are trying to get him to talk about an incredibly traumatic event? Shame!” Taki spat, warding them off with the plastic gun like he was trying to diffuse a bear attack, and Yudai diverted his attention from the growing pain in his head, to the needles and tubes stuck on his arms, deciding against ripping them out just incase they were the only reason he’s alive. Taki’s mention of trauma didn’t exactly help either, because now Yudai can hear remnants of his physio therapy sessions during his coma that the therapist would recite to his brother; “If he wakes up, he will feel ghost pain around where he was stabbed for an extended period of time,”. And the ghost pain was already beginning, it didn’t help that whoever stabbed him, didn’t hold back at all, as Yudai began to feel the pain across his back, shoulders and legs.
His throat was dry as hell, now wondering if they had even kept him hydrated while he was knocked out, tuning out the commotion in front of him to turn his head and reach for what looked like a stale glass of water on the bed-side table. Pain.
While he struggled to reach the glass, in came senior doctors, nurses, and security guards, forcefully removing the people of the press while papers and equipment screws flew all over the room, and when Yudai pressed his eye lids together for a couple of moments, and re-opened them, the room was empty, now tranquil with a tame nurse by his side carefully removing the tubes from his arm. He cleared his throat and swallowed hard, his first words in 4 months being: “When can I go out on the ice?”