Kirishima was out of it for another hour and when he did come to, he completely freaked out. He sat up and pushed himself away from everyone, making him fall backward off the bed and tear open some of the stitches in his arm. He pressed himself back against the wall and began to hyperventilate.
.. Wait.. why did the people in the room seem.. faded? Strange, they seemed like the hunters, but they seemed like they weren’t actually there.. moments later, a man whom Kiri would soon know walked into the room, he held two wooden mugs, they seemed have a steam flowing from them as he looked around, he seemed a bit confused.. well, where he was a good area to hide, so it made sense..-
“Huh? Oh! Your awake.. I d didn’t expect you to be awake till another hour or so, please, come out.”
He sat the tray on a coffee table, and started walk towards Kiri, his hands were at his side, so he wasn’t hiding anything, but he seemed a bit erm.. okay, scary.. so it’s make sense for Kiri to be scared-
Kirishima’s legs, and his whole body really, were trembling uncontrollably. His nerves were shot from all that he had been through. He just sat there, his hands shaking as the other patched him up again. His wings drooped as his adrenaline crashed, touching and laying on the floor. He nodded a little, letting out a throaty noise before he spoke.
"Y-Yeah...."
“…On second thought, you just rest right there.. I will just bring the supplies to you, here, allow me to bring you to your bed..”
He held out his hands slightly to him, offering to help him up.
((hey, sorry if this is a bit rude, but I was just wondering how come it’s taking you just a tiiiiny bit long to reply, again, sorry if this is rude!))