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The medical ward of the Shinigami Academy. Multiple tables, with various medical instruments lay around, decorating tables, and shelves. If it can possibly be used for healing, it will likely be found here. There are some private rooms, though very few, used for patients in more critical conditions.

At the young man's entrance, there was a flurry of activity, the injured woman removed from his grasp, and placed onto a make-shift stretcher that is immediately moved into another area, behind closed doors.

One of the nurses moves to attend to the young man, or woman, its hard to tell. She offers him a seat, and a cool glass of water. He looked like hell.

"Can you tell me her name, and what happened?" there was what looked like a clipboard on her lap, as she sat across from him. She was going to make the report, since the student had been brought in.

The young nurse nodded her head, as she quickly jotted notes. When one of the attending nurses made her way from the back area, covered in blood, she took the notes, and made her way back once more, the description of the attack, at least, what little there was, would be an asset.

The nurse then patted his hand, and rose to move away. "Don't worry. They'll take good care of her." And she resumed her normal duties, leaving him to sit.

It would be a good hour or so, before one of the doctors would finally emerge, his robes crisp, as he made his way towards the young man.

"You can see her now, if you'd like. One of the nurses will lead you there." he gestured to a young woman who was holding the door open to lead him through the medical ward, to the room where she was being kept.

The nurse leads him through the hallways, and to a secluded room near the back. She speaks in a hushed whisper, as she opens the door leading into the room.

"If you'd like to stay here tonight, to keep watch over her, there is a second bed, or a chair, if you'd prefer. But you must be quiet. She's still weak. She should be waking up soon." and after ushering him in, the nurse closes the door behind him, softly.

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Ran is laying there, a tube leading to a drip going from the back of her hand, to an i.v. above her. Her breathing is steady now, and her eyes are closed. The blood has been washed from her face, and hair, and she looks more human, more like the girl that had been smiling. The hospital robe is less than flattering, in its dull white, but it is a reassuring color, compared to the starch red all of her garments had been dyed by her injuries.

When his hand grasps hers, her fingers curl around his, in reflex. It takes several moments of groggy effort, before her eyes open just slightly, and she smiles upwards at him.

"I'll be okay." her voice was soft, strained, and she winced in pain after a moment. She had stitches all the way down her back, and more on her side, where she'd wrapped herself, and it had come open.

"Ain't yer fault." as if attempting to reassure him. She had heard his talk, about a connection, but she didn't speak on it. She was still too out of sorts to form that type of thing into coherent words.

"Says I'm alive cos of you.." her eyes begin to droop, heavily, and she curls slightly onto her side, to escape the pain of the wound, her hand tightening around his, bringing it upward to the side of her face, as she started to drift in and out, what they'd given her for pain kicking in. "Thank you, Megumi-kun."

And she's off in dream-land once again, the warmth of her face pressed against his hand, her breathing soft and even, this time, unplagued by the figures running around in her mind.