Slowly, Sanemi’s eyes fluttered open. He blinked the tiredness out of them, before sitting up in the comfortable bed he lay in, causing a sharp pain to sear through his body. He noticed the bandages wrapped around his midriff—that was most likely where the pain ha stemmed from. Sunlight spilled through translucent curtains. His eyes wandered about the room, confused as to where he was, but then it dawned on him; he was in the Butterfly Mansion’s infirmary.

His rather calm expression turned into a glower. Had he really let himself get that hurt during a small mission? Was he truly that careless? He must’ve been unconscious. The last thing he remembered was the kakushi arriving at the scene after he had defeated all the demons, and everything going black. He internally cursed himself for being so arrogant. Truth be told, he was a mortal, and he was far from invincible.

He glanced over at the person who was beside him on one of their own beds, you, one of his fellow Hashira. He stayed silent for a few moments. Sanemi guessed that you were hurt on your own mission. Maybe he should start up conversation? He didn’t know, but decided to try anyway. You and him rarely spoke, but maybe this could be a start.

“Why’re you here?” His voice rang through the rather empty walls of the infirmary. His eyes were fixated on you, awaiting your answer. He would have called you weak, but that would be contradictory to his own injuries, so he decided against it.