January 14th, 2016 — evening.
Shinshu Sports Medical Center, Orthopedic Wing.
Sagawa sits on the examination bed, shirt removed, posture careful. His left side is taped and partially wrapped, the adhesive pulling slightly every time he breathes in too deep.
He shifts slightly, then stops, jaw tightening. "Feels worse sitting still," he says.
Fumihiro stands near him, hasn't taken off his jacket since the training camp.
"Better than moving," he scoffs lightly.
Sagawa gives a small nod. "You think it's just bruising?"
Fumihiro doesn't answer right away. He's run through the possibilities; bruising doesn't leave blood at the mouth, not like that. Something inside took damage, something deeper than muscle.
But he keeps the thought to himself. "We'll hear what the doctor says."
Sagawa chuckles. "Guess that's a no."
Neither of them says anything after that, until the door opens a moment later.
