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Location: Hospital[/center]

Up on the tip of her toes, hands knit together away from her stomach, she rose from first position to pointe and shuffled a few steps to help work the sore muscles in her left foot. Like her mother, Yuna had pulled a muscle and subsequently been briefly hospitalized until the problem was cleared up as excessive strain on her legs. Not uncommon for a dancer but a humiliation for someone of their background in the arts and the injury had to be shown it was not a detriment. Painful, yes. Agonizing, yes. But not a detriment. Throughout her frequent visits to the hospital and the dozens of subsequent reminders not to strain herself for too long, Yuna had persisted her routine of exercise and ballet without fail.
Today was to be her first day back to school after missing what felt like months. Homework was picked up by her father every week and her grades had stayed acceptably high so it wasn't like anything terrible was going to be missed.. but there was the horrible thought that the other students were passing her by. Growing unrestricted in the embrace of the schools unquestionable sense of driving purpose and training, while Yuna had withered away unchallenged.

No longer.

Shifting her weight to her right, Yuna made a sharp pirouette and repeated the rotation three times with a bend of her knee and a stretch of her left leg, before halting and rising on her toes again in the same position she had started.
Much to the dismay of her leg. 

The Doctor had already given her a shot of morphine as the last of the quirk healing had gone underway, the process was excruciating as the surgeons quirk destroyed injured muscle and had entirely new ones grow in their place which had cost Yuna precious time in getting the muscle memory back but it was all coming together well. In this tiny room she was given 20 minutes to perform and show she had everything under control before being released, and with a thumbs up from her Doctor she was free! 

[color=a187be]"School! school school schoool, oh I cannot wait!"[/color] *Her hands were shaking at her sides as the smile threatened to overwhelm her face. 

"Yes, yes, I'm sure you will be well received too, Miss Shinomei. Your recovery has been exemplary but you should still give the muscles more time to acclimate to your rigorous routine or you run risk of a relapse." Her doctor was in their late fifties, bald but for a single spot of hair on his forehead that had grown long and been styled into a salt and pepper colored horn of sorts. It was the sort of harmless fun that had made him so child friendly, looking kind of silly like this. Their attention to patient needs was no joking matter however. "Would that your Mother could have received such treatment. Does it still pain her, dear?"

Having been the family physician for over 20 years, longer than Yuna had been alive, she nodded without hesitation concerning her mother. [color=a187be]"Momma still feels the pain in her legs even now. But she is tough! I've never heard her cry from it."[/color] True enough. While her Mother, bless her heart, never cried out from the long healed but shattered bones in her leg and lower back, there was always pain in her eyes in the quiet moments of the night. But when it came time to move forward, Momma never complained. Never argued that it was too difficult to go on. They shouldered their burden and moved forward however they could! 

"Mmm." Leaning back in his chair, the Doctor tapped his lower lip with his pen in thought before scribbling down instructions on his stationary. "Have your father bring her down next month on the first, dear. We have some new faces, and new quirks, coming from overseas to study and one of them might just have the right stuff to make things easier. As for you, young lady, you had best get a move on. I won't keep you away from the next step of your journey." His smile was warm and kind as they stood, handing the sheet of paper to Yuna who took it with a smile and a hug to go with her goodbye, finally marching/running out the door with a wide smile. 

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Location: Hospital / Main Foyer and reception desk | Interactions: [@Aerandir]

The main halls weren't busy today so throughout her rush to leave, Yuna switched from a brisk walk to a shuffling series of steps on her toes into Grande Jeté through the air and back onto her toes. Any chance to practice no matter where she was. That was how you kept yourself in the game. Turning a corner, Yuna nearly ran face first into another person. A person wearing the same uniform as them! Distracted by seeing what could be a classmate, her focus trailed off even as she tried to stop, stand on toes, hop from one foot to another, but all it added up to was Yuna tripping over her own feet like a novice straight at them while waving her arms frantically.