[The voice that speaks his name is weak, strained, but it's most certainly Eichi. The room is dark, but the light that Wataru lets it from the hallway is enough to cast shadows and draw Eichi's attention. He's lying down, and it looks like he hasn't been trusted with any freedom to move about the room— his wrists are tied to the bed he's at least been granted with rope. The bed is an old, cheap thing, and Eichi has a couple of blankets sloppily covering him.
It's hard to see the rest of his injuries in this light. Physically, they weren't able to do too much, anyway. His first scratch to his cheek is a little more healed now, but there's another crossing it, and his clothes look roughed up beyond belief, once he's out of the covers. More than anything, he seems disoriented.]
Is this a dream again? It can't be... everything feels too real. [He breathes in shakily.]
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[The voice that speaks his name is weak, strained, but it's most certainly Eichi. The room is dark, but the light that Wataru lets it from the hallway is enough to cast shadows and draw Eichi's attention. He's lying down, and it looks like he hasn't been trusted with any freedom to move about the room— his wrists are tied to the bed he's at least been granted with rope. The bed is an old, cheap thing, and Eichi has a couple of blankets sloppily covering him.
It's hard to see the rest of his injuries in this light. Physically, they weren't able to do too much, anyway. His first scratch to his cheek is a little more healed now, but there's another crossing it, and his clothes look roughed up beyond belief, once he's out of the covers. More than anything, he seems disoriented.]
Is this a dream again? It can't be... everything feels too real. [He breathes in shakily.]
How did you find me...?