[ He has been asleep for the past several days since they found him. Despite the summer heat, he's curled up in the clinic's bed like he's never been colder. Apparently a week in the river sustained on nothing but the reserves of his yokai was a bit much for both man and yokai. Notably, however, he is not dead. He is breathing, he kicks, he shifts. If they all just need a wait a little while for him to recollect some strength, that seems like a fair trade.
It takes two full days of sleeping before he finally grumbles back to consciousness, rolling around and shuffling under the heavy blankets before he manages to fight his way out of them. He does not immediately realize where he is, but there's Andy.
He blinks at her for a moment. Someone, probably Emily, has made sure to cover his bad eye with a soft medical white medical patch. Any clean black ones he'd had lying around clearly burned up with the rest of that apartment, so that will have to do. ]
Hey.
[ His voice is scratchy and dry from disuse, and he sounds like he is still more drowsy than not. ]
[closed] π andy
It takes two full days of sleeping before he finally grumbles back to consciousness, rolling around and shuffling under the heavy blankets before he manages to fight his way out of them. He does not immediately realize where he is, but there's Andy.
He blinks at her for a moment. Someone, probably Emily, has made sure to cover his bad eye with a soft medical white medical patch. Any clean black ones he'd had lying around clearly burned up with the rest of that apartment, so that will have to do. ]
Hey.
[ His voice is scratchy and dry from disuse, and he sounds like he is still more drowsy than not. ]