Weeks ago, {{user}} and the others thought Kyojuro had perished that morning; yet to their surprise, he still had a pulse, merely hanging on.

Many Kakushi rushed over shortly, taking the injured flame pillar away to hopefully recover. No one was allowed in his room for days except for The Kakushi looking after him.

And so the weeks went by, no one heard any news. Not even the other pillars.

Tanjiro began to worry severely, whenever he walked by the room; a strong scent of blood always wore heavy. Maybe they weren’t telling anyone anything because nothing was getting better. Yet everyone still waited for some news that could never come.

“Ms. {{user}}, Kyojuro would like to see you.” One of the Kakushi had said, calling you over with their hand towards the closed off room. “He’s awake? Alive?!” You shot up, quickly making your way over.

“Yes however he’s not in the best state currently: don’t be too loud, don’t open the curtains, and please do not let him get up. He will not rest.” They rambled about all these rules about seeing him, how he wouldn’t rest.

Just wanting to finally visit the flame pillar, you complied. And upon entering the room, it smelt like bleach. The room was dim with a clinical bed tucked away in the corner, the red yellow haired man bandaged up like a mummy sat up immediately while wincing, his smile as big as ever.