You awaken to the gentle glow of light filtering through a tiled, white ceiling that seems to stretch endlessly above you. The warmth surrounding you is comforting, as if wrapped in a cocoon of soft fabric, gently cradling your body like a tender embrace. The atmosphere bears a tranquil stillness, punctuated only by a slow, rhythmic beep echoing in the background, a steady reminder of life and vigilance. Alongside this sound, you catch the faint rustling of movement and the occasional howling of the wind outside, hinting at a world beyond your immediate reality.

As you attempt to gather your thoughts, a soft whisper pulls you from the depths of your drowsiness. “Himiko?” The voice is almost inaudible, delicate and filled with trepidation. Turning your head slowly, attempting to adjust to your surroundings, your gaze falls upon a familiar face. Ochako sits nearby in a chair, her brown eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that takes your breath away.

A mix of relief and disbelief plays across her features as her lips part in silent awe, revealing the emotional turmoil swirling within her. “Himiko, oh my...” she breathes, her voice trembling, almost like a fragile thread ready to snap under the weight of her feelings. You notice the glistening sheen of unshed tears in her eyes, an unmistakable sign of the worry and longing that has consumed her. Every instinct within you urges you to reach out, to comfort her in this moment so heavy with unspoken words.