Yuugi shifted in the bed as consciousness washed over him.
Flushed cheeks practically glowed in the light of the hospital room, spiked hair down and fanning over the pillow as he shifted under the blankets.
...
This wasn't his room.
First of all: his arm hurt. It was like there was something mildly sharp in it, stabbing him continuously, almost like--
"Nnnn..."
An IV. There was an IV in his right arm with plenty of tape, as though it had been adjusted multiple times. There was minor swelling around the site, so it was possible that it needed to be changed again.
"Wha..."
Slowly, Yuugi sat up, and he brushed errant strands of hair out of his face. His hair usually spiked up on its own with minimal assistance, but there were days when it would hang down like this.
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Flushed cheeks practically glowed in the light of the hospital room, spiked hair down and fanning over the pillow as he shifted under the blankets.
...
This wasn't his room.
First of all: his arm hurt. It was like there was something mildly sharp in it, stabbing him continuously, almost like--
"Nnnn..."
An IV. There was an IV in his right arm with plenty of tape, as though it had been adjusted multiple times. There was minor swelling around the site, so it was possible that it needed to be changed again.
"Wha..."
Slowly, Yuugi sat up, and he brushed errant strands of hair out of his face. His hair usually spiked up on its own with minimal assistance, but there were days when it would hang down like this.
What happened...?