The lights were coming in and out of a haze… The smell was, clean? Chemical—disinfectant? The soft pillow scraped against her ear as she turned and murmured.
Above her, someone with red hair was hovering their hands over her chest; a blue glow was present. The figure turned, and waved a hand over her gaze… which shut back down, and no thoughts or senses lingered.
…
Once again, her vision began to appear. This time it was much clearer; there was a light above, a curtain in front and a wolf-woman at the side staring at her own palms.
Said wolf-woman looked up and parted her lips. Slowly, the muffled sound became more coherent. "-eko? Fumeko?" the gentle calling of her name continued till she awoke proper.
"…Hospital?" the words hushed out of her.
Hotaru took a deep breath and sighed, "Yes. You're in a hospital."
Fumeko's head turned.
"Take it slow, don't rush. We're safe." Those words sounded so planned, that it came out robotic from the redhead.
