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Takeshi had been out most of his treatment. Which was surgeons just making sure his arteries were properly routed, and checking for any other injuries. But Manda’s quirk did a magnificent job already, so there wasn’t much for the surgeons to do except give him pain medication and properly dress his other wounds that were not healed. 

After a bit, he slowly woke up in an empty room, When his thoughts turned to what happened before hand, and forgetting where he was, he jerked upward in his bed, Grimacing in pain as he reached up with his right hand to touch his chest, the blade from his brother was only an inch above his heart, barely missing his aorta .  

A passing nurse came into the room to check on him, first thing he asked was about his sister, making sure she was at least taken care of. After hearing that all of his friends were ok, and in another room he finally allowed himself to lay back, finally looking to his left arm...or what was left of it. 

All there was now was a nub of his forearm, three inches from his elbow. He stared at it for a long time, when he lost his arm in the battle...he knew he did, he used his shadow constructs to seal the wound and make the temporary arm. The rest of the fight was a blur really… like he was possessed. It didn’t settle in that he...just lost his arm till now. 

He wondered how he was ever going to be strong enough now to protect his sister. He could still fight, but his skill with the blade was almost literally halved now.

He closed his eyes as he laid back in a relaxed sitting position, He decided to meditate and calm his mind...there wasn’t much more he could do at the moment. The time passed by quickly as he realized he was actually dozing with the medication, it causing his mind to cloud too much. he heard the door open and someone wheeling in a wheelchair, He didn't think much of it till he noticed how soft the sound was, as if someone was trying to sneak up to him. 

A surge of adrenaline pumped through him, and on instinct focused on creating a knife that was hidden under his hand and wrist, going up along his forearm. Honesty it took alot more energy than it should have, which it normally did, but it nearly exhausted him this time. He assumed it was the medication that was affecting him. He heard more people trying to enter his room quietly and used this moment to strike. 


Forcing through his pain he kicked his legs over the side of the bed, causing the blanket to fling into Roys face. Gripping the knife he created in a reverse grip he went to slash Roy’s face, honestly thinking the would be assassin was pushing the wheelchair. So he was trying to stab the imaginary assailant in the gut. His knife stopped however a few inches from roys head when he realized what was happening. 

He stood there, breathing heavily and in shock now. Looking up from Roy to the others and noticed it was Acion and that woman from before. A cold sweat ran down his temple as he realized he almost  killed his classmate. 

The construct melted away, going back to his own shadow as he felt the room darken, [color=bc8dbf] “Kusayanagi… I-Im sorry.”[/color] The loss of blood catching up to him , He gripped the iv stand but it wasn’t enough to keep him from falling over as he blacked out slightly.