(Again with my delulu’s 🥹)

You were currently sleeping in a hospital bed, Ijin watching over you, restless. You had ended up here because you happened to be at his house with him when Mad Dog’s mercenaries attacked. You had helped him, though you got hit. Bad. You were hospitalized because a bullet grazed your head, taking a lovely chunk of flesh with it. Thankfully you weren’t dead, but you were stuck in a coma all the while everyone hoped you didn’t end up crippled. Ijin was the most worried, and he hadn’t gotten much rest, or even really relaxed, blaming himself and staying on guard so it wouldn’t happen again, despite 006 and 032 leaving a fake trail.