Hisakawa Hiroki
Hisakawa had dealt with death before. He wasn't at the hospital when his father died—his mother didn't bother to tell him and his brother about it until after he had passed. Hisakawa used to be mad about it, but he had let go of that a long time ago. He had mourned at the funeral, but he was never particularly close with his father, and… he missed him more than he expected, but he eventually got over it.
He himself had been hospitalized before. He was unconscious for most of the affair, but he had vague memories of his last conscious moments before going to the hospital. Passing out in the bathroom, being faintly aware of the life leaving his body. He had woken up mostly recovered, but he remembered, at the time, being unsure if he was really okay with dying. But he also remembered what he was told when he voiced these thoughts, “Dozens, maybe hundreds of people die here every week, you know. We’ve worked hard to give you life, so don't be so damn ungrateful.”
At the end of the day, he wasn’t totally okay with dying. There were things in life he still cared about, and he wasn’t ready to let go just yet.
But, well, death was a pretty good way to not have to deal with the problems of life anymore. It was, perhaps, a bit of a morbid thought, but the reality of death suddenly seemed a lot closer to Hisakawa than he was really ready for. Even in the best case scenario… this Monokuma guy was definitely serious about keeping them here. Worst case, someone might actually die.
The commotion was a lot to take in. Hisakawa often struggled to respond to one person, so he didn’t even know where to start with this mess. Two people were shot, two were helping respond to it, one was trying to lay out a plan, the other was giving reason to not follow it. It was… really confusing. So… what the hell does he do?
He didn’t want to be a burden on anybody, but he almost feels as if that’s kind of inevitable. No matter what he does he’s probably going to be some sort of annoyance, but choosing not to act is always worse, so he had to choose what he was going to do carefully. He was conflicted about whether he should—oh fuck, that’s the guy from before! Yeah, no, he was definitely doing whatever he can to avoid talking to that guy.
Thinking on his feet, he pulled out the tablet and began sifting through the students once more, figuring out a plan in his head. No, no, no, no, no—Wow, there really was nobody with any sort of real medical training, huh? Then again, they were just a bunch of high schoolers…
Hisakawa breathed in and out. He had pretty decent medical knowledge, from combined independent study, some baseline anatomy lessons he had gotten in middle school, and the medical horror stories he keeps saying he doesn’t want to hear but always gets told about anyway. Their injuries could be pretty serious—the two helping the injured pair might need another set of hands, or at least somebody to get supplies while they focused on treating them. He was… squeamish, but he felt he had to do his best to help.
He got up onto the stage, approaching the woman who seemed to be at the forefront of treating them. He kept his head low as he spoke, saying, “Um, excuse me, but, if you think it would be helpful, I could provide some assistance. Oh course, I don’t want to clutter anything up, or mess anything up, it was just a suggestion…” He glanced over to the injured duo, observing their current state, “Uh… It might be best to—” He promptly cut himself short, “Never mind, I’m sure you got it. I’m just here to help, if you want it.” He took a small step back, wringing his hands as his stomach turned, fully prepared to turn tail at any second.
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Himura Chikako
Himura was having a hard time understanding what was going on. From the adrenaline to the loud blast to just the general confusion, she wasn’t really able to get a grip.
She was aware of the fact that she wasn’t dead, but was in a great deal of pain. As she became more and more aware of the pain in her shoulder, she became aware of her own bubbling emotions—anger, fear, confusion. She turned her head to the boy who had collapsed in front of her, a scowl, “You didn’t need to do that, asshole, I’d have been fine,” she said faintly.
She tried to get up, but she was dizzy and weak. She was kind of losing a lot of blood, wasn’t she? No, no, she was fine. She just needed a moment to collect herself. She tensed up, preparing to rise once more.
She let out an exhausted sigh, barely paying mind to the movement that occured from some people trying to help her out, “Ah, fuck off, I got it, I don’t need any help!” Once more she tried to get up, but collapsed back down. Oh, lord, that definitely jostled something.
“Alright, fine, you can help, I guess.” She said, annoyance obvious in her tone. She felt like a child again, having her wounds taken care of by somebody else like this. It sucked, “But don’t think it’s cause I can’t do it, I just don’t wanna!” She said. There, that was better!
She sort of stopped paying attention after that point. She wasn’t really able to focus on anything else. She tried to keep her mind off the pain, thinking back to her party plans—this place wasn’t as nearly cool as she thought it was gonna be, but she could still do something with it. A party’s just a group gathering with some music, yeah? So all she’d really need a group and some tunes…
Her thoughts continued on a similar path, until they faded into what was essentially nothing, only barely conscious of her surroundings.
Hisakawa had dealt with death before. He wasn't at the hospital when his father died—his mother didn't bother to tell him and his brother about it until after he had passed. Hisakawa used to be mad about it, but he had let go of that a long time ago. He had mourned at the funeral, but he was never particularly close with his father, and… he missed him more than he expected, but he eventually got over it.
He himself had been hospitalized before. He was unconscious for most of the affair, but he had vague memories of his last conscious moments before going to the hospital. Passing out in the bathroom, being faintly aware of the life leaving his body. He had woken up mostly recovered, but he remembered, at the time, being unsure if he was really okay with dying. But he also remembered what he was told when he voiced these thoughts, “Dozens, maybe hundreds of people die here every week, you know. We’ve worked hard to give you life, so don't be so damn ungrateful.”
At the end of the day, he wasn’t totally okay with dying. There were things in life he still cared about, and he wasn’t ready to let go just yet.
But, well, death was a pretty good way to not have to deal with the problems of life anymore. It was, perhaps, a bit of a morbid thought, but the reality of death suddenly seemed a lot closer to Hisakawa than he was really ready for. Even in the best case scenario… this Monokuma guy was definitely serious about keeping them here. Worst case, someone might actually die.
The commotion was a lot to take in. Hisakawa often struggled to respond to one person, so he didn’t even know where to start with this mess. Two people were shot, two were helping respond to it, one was trying to lay out a plan, the other was giving reason to not follow it. It was… really confusing. So… what the hell does he do?
He didn’t want to be a burden on anybody, but he almost feels as if that’s kind of inevitable. No matter what he does he’s probably going to be some sort of annoyance, but choosing not to act is always worse, so he had to choose what he was going to do carefully. He was conflicted about whether he should—oh fuck, that’s the guy from before! Yeah, no, he was definitely doing whatever he can to avoid talking to that guy.
Thinking on his feet, he pulled out the tablet and began sifting through the students once more, figuring out a plan in his head. No, no, no, no, no—Wow, there really was nobody with any sort of real medical training, huh? Then again, they were just a bunch of high schoolers…
Hisakawa breathed in and out. He had pretty decent medical knowledge, from combined independent study, some baseline anatomy lessons he had gotten in middle school, and the medical horror stories he keeps saying he doesn’t want to hear but always gets told about anyway. Their injuries could be pretty serious—the two helping the injured pair might need another set of hands, or at least somebody to get supplies while they focused on treating them. He was… squeamish, but he felt he had to do his best to help.
He got up onto the stage, approaching the woman who seemed to be at the forefront of treating them. He kept his head low as he spoke, saying, “Um, excuse me, but, if you think it would be helpful, I could provide some assistance. Oh course, I don’t want to clutter anything up, or mess anything up, it was just a suggestion…” He glanced over to the injured duo, observing their current state, “Uh… It might be best to—” He promptly cut himself short, “Never mind, I’m sure you got it. I’m just here to help, if you want it.” He took a small step back, wringing his hands as his stomach turned, fully prepared to turn tail at any second.
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Himura Chikako
Himura was having a hard time understanding what was going on. From the adrenaline to the loud blast to just the general confusion, she wasn’t really able to get a grip.
She was aware of the fact that she wasn’t dead, but was in a great deal of pain. As she became more and more aware of the pain in her shoulder, she became aware of her own bubbling emotions—anger, fear, confusion. She turned her head to the boy who had collapsed in front of her, a scowl, “You didn’t need to do that, asshole, I’d have been fine,” she said faintly.
She tried to get up, but she was dizzy and weak. She was kind of losing a lot of blood, wasn’t she? No, no, she was fine. She just needed a moment to collect herself. She tensed up, preparing to rise once more.
She let out an exhausted sigh, barely paying mind to the movement that occured from some people trying to help her out, “Ah, fuck off, I got it, I don’t need any help!” Once more she tried to get up, but collapsed back down. Oh, lord, that definitely jostled something.
“Alright, fine, you can help, I guess.” She said, annoyance obvious in her tone. She felt like a child again, having her wounds taken care of by somebody else like this. It sucked, “But don’t think it’s cause I can’t do it, I just don’t wanna!” She said. There, that was better!
She sort of stopped paying attention after that point. She wasn’t really able to focus on anything else. She tried to keep her mind off the pain, thinking back to her party plans—this place wasn’t as nearly cool as she thought it was gonna be, but she could still do something with it. A party’s just a group gathering with some music, yeah? So all she’d really need a group and some tunes…
Her thoughts continued on a similar path, until they faded into what was essentially nothing, only barely conscious of her surroundings.