Hitomi's eyes fluttered open and the world was white, out of focus and spinning. Not only that but there was also a hollow feeling in the pit of her stomach that made her feel completely empty and her head felt thick, like she'd hung upside down and all her blood had run to it.

She moaned and shuffled in place. There was something soft under her head and what felt like sheets covering her. Turning her head made the thick, groggy feeling worse and a more sickly moan came out.

"You awake?" The voice sounded like it was coming through a thin sheet of foil, and still sounded disinterested enough. Hitomi picked herself up and looked around. It was blurry, but she could make out the room she was in. It was small, closed in by a curtain and mostly a sterile white. There was some kind of computer and the lights were kinda bright.

"W-where am I?" Hitomi muttered as everything started focusing.

"Well you're not dead."

Hitomi grimaced and looked around for who she was talking to. Eventually everything settled enough that she actually saw the girl sitting off besides her.

As her head became clear enough to process it, Hitomi was quite surprised at how the person waiting there for her to wake up looked. For one, she didn't know anyone and if she knew at least two people one of them would think this wasn't the type she'd be associating with.

Sitting on a little folding chair you might find in a small office was a girl who looked younger than Hitomi. She might even still be a teenager, but that was just the tip of the iceberg. Her hair was three colors, the majority of it brown, with green highlights and pink tips, made up intentionally messy and cut short in a pixie, tomboyish style.

She was wearing a black top that was hanging off of one shoulder and had tears on it's sleeves and waistline, intentional, fashionable ones, made to look rough.

Black and red checkerboard skinny jeans were coming out the bottom of it and ended at a pair of bright prismatic sneakers.

She looked cool, punky, maybe a bit vicious, and would definitely stand out anywhere but at certain types of concerts. Ones Hitomi would never have even been able to envision.

"Whaaaat happened?"

"Oh man," the punky girl started, sliding her finger across her phone’s screen like she had been when Hitomi had found her. She must have been waiting for a while, Hitomi felt a little bad that whatever she'd done had caused that. "You just fell outta the stall and faceplanted right on the floor, it was hilarious, you should have seen it, you'd have laughed your ass off." Nevermind, Hitomi didn't feel bad at all anymore.

"So like hey, you alright?" She said, pulling her chair forward and crossing her legs on it. It made Hitomi feel like she was being interrogated. "You got some kind of blood disease or something?"

"W-what? No!" Hitomi tried to defend herself more than answer. She had built a large part of herself off of not giving the wrong idea off and that was a very very wro-

"Why'd ya faint then? Figured it was probably anemia or something. Soooo, you a narco then?"

"N-no!" Hitomi protested. "W-where am I?"

"Uhhhh, jeez, where do ya think, you’re at the hospital for christsake. Where did you think you were going to wake up, the bathroom floor?"

This took Hitomi by surprise. For one she didn't remember fainting, not that she figured she would remember if that happened, but who was…

"Uhm… who exactly are you?"

The girl's shoulders slouched and she gave Hitomi a dumb face. "Yo I'm the one that called the Ambulance for you, genius. What, you think I'm just gonna leave you forgotten in the girls room? Hey don't get me wrong it was hilarious but I'm not an ass."

"Oh. Th-thank you." Hitomi stuttered out the appropriate response to receiving that kind of help, but she was still a little hazy on who this person was, and why she was here. Something was coming back to her. Something about…

And she remembered it, what she had been doing prior to waking up here, the scene that had transpired and when she must have fainted. And she remembered how the girl in front of her now, was the last thing she'd seen before now.

"Oh god I'm sorry!" Hitomi picked right back up like nothing had happened, crawling back on her bed and clutching the sheets like they could protect her.

"Whoa! Hey! Calm down, don't go fainting on me again! What's your problem?!" The girl said leaning forwards, but not actually coming after Hitomi. The little bit of space between them wasn't the most comforting it could have been but at least she wasn't jumping at her.

"Look I d-didn't mean to disturb you and your b-brother was it, it was just an accident, it wasn't about any-"

"Yo! Yo! Girl spazzing out in a god damn hospital room, calm the fuck down, I don't care. I'm not mad, I already told you that. So just shut up for a little bit."

Hitomi clammed up when she got that look. It was quite authoritative, and enough to silence Hitomi's minor freak out.

"Alright cool. Just catch your breath or something. Look I don't care what's going on between you and my brother, or if there is anything, why you ran off and hid in the bathroom or what. Sure it was pretty weird and my brother got touchy and seemed like he knew you, but whatever. You've been out for like, 2 hours."

The girl tossed the phone she'd been panning through onto Hitomi's sheets and got up off the chair. She wiped some lint off her knees and looked at Hitomi like she was a kid about to get their chores handed to them.

"So, now that we've established I don't really give a damn about that, I'm gonna be a pal and go get you an orange juice or something, and when I come back I damn well expect a 'Thanks Juli, I owe you one, my name is blank,' got it?"

Hitomi opted to nod since words were still scarred away from the part of her brain capable of speech for the moment.

"Good" Juli confirmed and walked through the curtain around Hitomi's bed.