break all you can cope. [matty]

[allie]

"he'll be fine," one of the nurses had told her, "just a punctured lung, a couple of broken ribs - his nose might be a little disfigured after but.. oh no, i'm sorry! really he'll be fine!"

miyako could have dropped the bitch right then and there. who the hell did she think she was? did she really think this was consoling? miyako did her best to smile but only managed a small grimace before politely asking the nurse to check back on ezo. it was early stages yet. miyako had gotten the call late into the night. she'd been the only emergency contact they could get onto, with her mother away on a mission and father in snow country for business. miyako had been out of the apartment doors within minutes - she didn't even remember locking the door or turning the kettle off, if she even did. she was still in her pajamas; an oversized t-shirt with a cat on the front and short shorts, with a cardigan pulled on messily, one shoulder already falling down. her hair was plaited and hung down her left side loosely. all in all she looked a mess, and felt it. ezo her younger brother had ran into some trouble, from what the nurse told her, and received some pretty nasty injuries. their team medic nin patched him up enough so they could get him home to proper care. they'd called her in as a courtesy but she could gather that he was in a pretty rough state.

unable to sit still miyako paced the hall outside of the emergency room, teeth ferociously chewing on her thumb nail. he was only sixteen for goodness sakes! he shouldn't be getting this roughed up. an image of ashura, the young boy she'd met the other day, flashed in her mind. had he ever been in that emergency room? she shuddered to think. a loud beep snapped her to attention, made her back track and hope to whatever gods were listening that it hadn't come from ezo's room. she wanted to see him, hold his hand, tell him everything's alright and lecture him for getting so beat up. frustrated with her inability to do anything, miyako turned to start her pacing again but ended up colliding in with one of the doctors.

"i'm so sorry," she breathed shakily, getting out of his way. all she was doing was being in the way. biting her lip, she folded her arms under her chest and walked down the hall way, into a room meant for family members and friends of patients. she'd been here a few times before, for her mother, her cousin, even friends. it wasn't a pleasant place for her, but she knew her way around. the coffee machine caught her eye and walking over to it, she set about making the strongest brew she could. in her haste, she managed to spill water all over the floor.

"god damn it!" she growled, snatching some paper towel from the dispenser near the fridge. on her hands and knees she started mopping up the mess. how lovely was this night turning out to be? and joy, it was only two o'clock in the morning. miyako had to hope no one would come in and see her like this.



ooc: @matty, i figured since yo hoe was in the hospital i'd just make a post there b/c idk :I deal with it

[marvolous.]

This place reeked.

There was not a word that I could possibly fathom to describe just how little I enjoyed being in a place like this. Everything was so dull and boring, and the people -- oh, the people. It was nearly impossible to go a couple minutes without hearing one person or another sobbing and crying, let alone those that seemed more intent on pacing outside through the halls and making as much noise as possible while doing it. It was annoying, above all; why was I still here?

Mandatory orders by the 'Head Honcho' of the hospital, I forgot. I felt more like a prisoner in this place than a patient, not to mention I have been poked and prided more times than I could count since waking up here. It wasn't all bad, though. The food, while bland and extremely shitty, was.... well, food - free food, at that. I did not need to work for it, and for that it was well worth the agony. But it was boring around here, way too boring and lively for me to be able to rest in peace.

Because of that I found myself stirring my body out of bed at 2. AM. My body was much stronger than it had been when I forced into this place, so the movement did not take too much out of me. Still, though, I moved slow, careful of the IV attached to my arm and the machine that pushed the fluids into my body. Wiping my eyes slightly as I moved, I was out the door within seconds.

I'm not sure where or even why I felt the need to move, but I allowed my feet to guide me wherever they pleased. Surprisingly enough, it was easy to maneuver around when everyone was preoccupied. From what I could tell, a boy had been hurt pretty badly; though, unfortunately, that was all I could gather. I didn't question it, but simply thanked the God's that it diverted everyone's attention off me.

Thus, I found myself wandering again. Eventually the wandering turned into standing around idly, waiting for something to catch my attention, and just like that something did. It wasn't something too interesting, just a woman pacing (Surprise surprise!) and then bumping into people, but she caught my eye; well, at least her shirt did. Cats? I shook my head in laughter. I followed her though, uncaring if she noticed my advances or not as she headed into a different room.

"Shhhhhh." I ushered from behind her, somewhat mockingly and somewhat serious. "We got a lot of kids running around this place, you can't say shit like that." Leaning against a wall I watched her, eying her disheveled appearance whilst subtly sucking on a lollipop. "You look like you're having a shitty day. Unless you are always that clumsy." I was being rude, but I really did not care.

"Then again, I don't think anyone would consciously wear that out of their house if they weren't woken up abruptly."

It was a joke, really, but my face remained flat. It was way too late to hide my asshole-like nature.

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ooc: Its cool 8).

[allie]

at first miyako was completely oblivious to the guy behind her. she was off her game, stressed and worried. eventually as he opened his mouth more to spew out his shitty attempt at being funny (miyako was also a tad bit cranky) she did notice him, and still on her knees she turned half way to stare at him, head cocked to the side. what was his deal? she gave him the dirtiest look she could muster. but that look quickly turned to a grimace, then a quiet little wrecked sob. there was only so much a woman could take before things started to crumble, and she was just about ready to smash down the walls and this guys presence and ill timed comments were very effective at pushing her to the limit. not that she would have bothered even batting an eyelash at his antics on a normal day. no, she usually would have just ignored him, brushed it off and walked away. but all she felt like down now was shouting at him.

suddenly drained of energy, miyako turned her back to him and what had been left of her composure crumpled. her back slouched, shoulders shaking, head bowed low. she sobbed again but wouldn't let the tears that were watering up fall. the last thing she needed to do was be a moping mess. a nurse or doctor could be finding her any minute now with news about ezo - she could even be called in to his side. she didn't want to cry; she couldn't. no one wanted to see a crying female anyway. it'd just give the guy behind her more satisfaction from his rudeness. rubbing her eyes, miyako forced her back up straight. she hiccuped once, twice, then took a deep, shuddering breath. there, all better. she lied to herself.

"th-this is actually my favourite top," she laughed awkwardly, trying to joke around and liven up the atmosphere for her own benefit. she went back to moping up the mess with the paper towel. "i can be pretty clumsy though." idle chit chat was good. it kept her mind off of other things. having cleaned up the last of the water. she stood up to dispose of her makeshift mop. after she did, she turned back to the stranger. and stranger he definitely was. you didn't normally see someone of his appearance in konoha. a foreigner, he'd have to be a foreigner for sure. she noticed the IV he was holding on to but didn't comment.

"would you like a coffee?" rude he may be but miyako had to admit, it would be nice to have someone to talk or listen to and keep her mind off of ezo.