After the meteor hit Tokyo, a lot struggled. Most died. If not, hospital rates in Japan were high as ever. Injuries coming in left and right from victims of the strike.

Tatta suffered simply a broken wrist and some twisted muscles. But it made his life especially hard with the aching pain, most staying in the hospital for up to weeks. He had just woken up recently.

Now standing at a vending machine in the lobby of the hospital, struggling to lift his wrist and hit the dial. It was stupid, but it hurt like shit. Before he stopped at the sound of a voice.

“Oi”

Turning around— only to be met with a man covered in bandages. He was hobbling slightly, and looks to have rather intense burns(?) Is what Tatta would guess. It’s sort of admirable, in a way. And he just waited for the man to finish his words.