With the help of two nurses, Orihime was able to get out of bed and into the wheel chair that had been brought for her. As soon as she was wheeled out of the hospital they went right into the taxi Chad had called for ahead of time. The drive to Astraea Academy’s dormitories was a short one that could have easily been made on foot, but Orihime was insistent on getting a ride; there was no way she was settling when it came to this matter. The night before Chad already walked clear across town bearing her as a physical burden in his arms. Minutes ticked by and before she knew it the door was being opened and Orihime was cheerfully explaining how to make it to dorm room number 176 where she resided.
“We’re here~!” she chirped brightly in a sing-song voice. It was early afternoon, so thankfully they would not have to worry about running into her roommate, Machi. Not that Orihime wanted to keep her friend a secret from her, of course, but she figured meeting underneath the circumstances they were in currently - Chad worn down and Orihime rendered a temporary invalid - would be highly suspicious and not to mention shocking.
The door was locked, so Orihime had to fumble for her keys, before unlocking it. Once they were inside, and the light switch was flicked on, the vividly colorful chaos that was her side of the room was revealed.
Inside was an undisturbed silence. A quick inspection confirmed what Orihime already knew; that her roommate was not present. Her brother’s picture, alongside her stuffed teddy bear Enraku, were both on the nightstand next to her bed, the rest of her stuffed toys on a shelf. Books, comics, and magazines were still in their box sitting on the floor at the foot of the bed. In between her closet and her bed was a mini fridge with colorful magnets, pictures, and stickers. Everything other than the mess on her actual bed - which was littered with several opened text books, a neatly stacked pile of papers, and a pencil - was clean and orderly.
That’s right, Orihime recalled before leaving for the store she’d been in the midst of writing a paper and getting ready for an upcoming test. Everything on her side of the room looked the exact same as it did yesterday, meaning it was clear she had not arrived in her dorm until now. Biting her lip, realization slowly bloomed within Orihime that eventually Machi would find out something happened to her; it was unavoidable due to their living together. Maybe she would not find out the exact grisly details - and silently, she was so very grateful for that - but she would know an event transpired the night before that ended up with Orihime injured and spending the night at the hospital. At least it was a Friday, so that meant tonight…tonight, what?
She was unsure how her thought was going to complete itself.
With a slight shake of her head, Orihime released a small chuckle. “Sorry, Sado-kun, but could you do me a favor?” She felt bad about asking anymore from him considering all her friend had already done for her, but it was unavoidable. She hesitated, cheeks flushing, before she requested softly, “May you please move aside everything on my bed? U-Um…you can put it onto the floor if you’d like! I don’t mind. I just feel that’s where it’d be easiest to heal myself.”
Shortly after finishing the delicious cheesecake, two nurses came in to help Orihime off the bed and into a wheelchair. Granted Chad said he was fine walking, his petite friend insisted on a taxi ride. Even he knew how stubborn she could get once decided upon something. The drive itself only took a few short minutes and the bronze haired boy was quick to move to the other side and help the auburn haired female back into her mobile seat. Luckily as Sado found out, Orihime lived on the first floor.
Walking in after the rolling girl, Chad saw the room and remembered their times back at Karakura. The few times they needed to study at her apartment, he had caught glimpses of her living space. The dorm room the two now were in looked just like a smaller version of that same area. The picture of her deceased brother along with her favorite plush animal and even a mess to go with it. A feeling of remembrance passed through him as fun times floated through his memory.
“May you please move aside everything on my bed? U-Um…you can put it onto the floor if you’d like! I don’t mind. I just feel that’s where it’d be easiest to heal myself.”
The question barely had to be asked. Not only that, but there was no way he would be putting the books and papers on the ground. Orihime would be moving through here on a hurt foot and placing random items on the carpet would just make that harder and lead to an even worse injury. With his body loosened some after moving around more, Sado picked up the items and placed them in a pile on her nightstand near the photo. By the quick glances at the paper, it could be inferred she had been writing a paper. Hopefully it wasn’t something that had been due today, else the fact he had messed up her grade would also linger in her mind.
Turning back to Orihime, he wondered how in the world she would make it to the bed. Sure, the girl had learned some martial arts moves from Tatsuki, but her physical build wasn’t much at all. If she expected to simply lift herself over, it was possible she would simply fall. Ensuring no more pain was caused, Sado quickly brought his arms underneath her and scooped the light female out of the chair. The old pain from his arms made him wince for a second, but it was quickly pushed away. She was easily more important than a simple cut.
Gentling setting his auburn haired friend on the mattress, Chad moved back to give her room to heal herself. Thinking back, Sado wondered if she had really ever healed herself. The group knew her powers relied on emotion and considering how selfless she was, he could only guess at how effective healing her own injury would be. Regardless, it would easily be faster than sitting in the hospital. At the same time, the brown eyed teen had to wonder when Orihime’s roommate would be back. If she came back while the healing process was going, some odd questions and answers would ensue.
(Source: demonicfists)
