It's not new. It's gotten to a point where it never will be. It has been his home for a while. Except his home is now flooded with a thick glop that clings to the walls of the tunnels that are his air ducts and esophagus.
Jerking his body harshly, his mind sobers instantly - never let it be said that Mamoru didn't have one hell of a survival instinct, even after recklessly fighting alone against that Regency agent and seemingly willingly failing. His blood makes his eardrums thrum, the thoughts following a mantra as he opens his unseeing eyes wide, his tongue shifting in his mouth and fighting the burn in the back of his throat.
Whatever you do. DO NOT. INHALE.
Maybe you see him immediately falling to his knee and throwing out the black sludge as he stumbles out of whatever it is he's been in - without his glasses, later on, he can only describe it as some sort of closed tub. The metal floor digs into the skin of his knee and he knows, by the shivers that rake his body, that he's completely naked.
After a big breath, coughing out the goo unceremoniously and fighting against the gag reflex hitting at the empty walls of his stomach, he grits out.] Great.
2. Pinned like a note in a hospital gown.
[It brings memories. If anything, the nausea that haunts the small space beneath his lungs, the saliva pooled in his mouth that is way too strong in taste and forewarns him of yet another heave. It takes him to when he was first adjusting to the projection of his shades in his eyes for longer periods of time.
He almost craved for Igawa's voice. Almost.
That he gets so easily winded, though. That is new. A couple of corridors, cane swinging from side to side - it's a good thing he left it back here, all things considered - and he has to stop, lean his weight in the acrylic, catch his breath. All his muscles are sore and his joints feel as if there's rust in the gaps. He almost feels growth pains in his humerus once.
He hears the footsteps behind him, almost as dragged out as his own.] Don't blame people for not coming back to life it this is what it takes.
3. Cake and grief counseling will be available at the conclusion of the test.
[Or maybe you find him on the cafeteria, because he definitely is aware that there's a time to recover and there's a time to improve. Time for improvement in the gym, this was not. If anything, as he shoves down yet another big forkful of black (it's not like he can see) sponge cake into his mouth with a frown gracing his eyebrows, he knows that this is a time where he should rest and revise what happened.
Munching on another bite of cake - not as delicious, but it will do - with the determination of a man who's focused on something other than enjoying his food, he tilts his head in your direction while you sit next to him. He nudges the rest of the cake towards, jerks his chin.] Eat up. Ain't gonna eat it all.
[Because there are three more, crumble-sprinkled, empty plates on the table in front of him. Mamoru had been busy, when he wasn't spewing the goo and what he ate out and slept like the dead in random places.]
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extras (post death - cw: kinda gross)
1. Calling all comas.
2. Pinned like a note in a hospital gown.
3. Cake and grief counseling will be available at the conclusion of the test.
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