[It's mid-morning when Junpei returns to the land of the conscious.
Maybe taking his time to wake up has helped him keep his memories in order. Maybe the fact he didn't hit his head this time has something to do with it. But when he opens his eyes in the first aid room, it's not with Saturday's disoriented fuzziness. He blinks once, expressionless, and then turns his head enough to see his arm.
Then he breathes out and pulls his gaze back to the ceiling so he won't have to see anything or anyone for a while.
By evening, he's doing better--if 'better' is a word one could use for anything about this situation. He is absofuckinglutely not going to sleep on a first aid table again, no thanks, and, IV drip or not, he's going to make his way through the hallways down towards Room 8.
Though he may poke his head into the dining room first. Just to see--just to confirm for himself--that everyone else is still there.]
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Maybe taking his time to wake up has helped him keep his memories in order. Maybe the fact he didn't hit his head this time has something to do with it. But when he opens his eyes in the first aid room, it's not with Saturday's disoriented fuzziness. He blinks once, expressionless, and then turns his head enough to see his arm.
Then he breathes out and pulls his gaze back to the ceiling so he won't have to see anything or anyone for a while.
By evening, he's doing better--if 'better' is a word one could use for anything about this situation. He is absofuckinglutely not going to sleep on a first aid table again, no thanks, and, IV drip or not, he's going to make his way through the hallways down towards Room 8.
Though he may poke his head into the dining room first. Just to see--just to confirm for himself--that everyone else is still there.]