The Mind Grows [Training/Solo] [Junko]

Junko had slowly opened her eyes, groaning gently as light shined in her eyes. She flinched, raising a hand up to her head. She groaned, feeling pain… Pretty much everywhere. She wasn’t fully aware of what was going on with her, but her hair was strewn out on a pillow, a bloodied bandage over her head. Life support equipment was strapped to her body, a heart monitor, breathing machine, and IV hooked up to her. She got a good look at her own arms, seeing that they had been bandaged up as well. Her head felt foggy, clouded, and she felt dizzy. Her attention was difficult to keep on one thing; she simply kept drifting into a daydream, until she finally passed out.

Her consciousness floated in and out, like a bobbing lure attempting to draw the fish that was awakening. Soon… It came to fruition. She grasped the ability to wake up, opening her eyes to take in the area properly. They were decently decorated walls, but mostly had a soft lavender look to them. A tv was playing some sort of boring talk show, which she stared absentmindedly at. Her head was throbbing, as she finally had the strength to sit up, holding her hands against her head. She looked around the room, seeing a bathroom, a door that seemed to lead out, a window, a few chairs. Hospital. Definitely hospital. Might as well ring up a nurse so they know she isn’t braindead or something… She looked over to the red button by her bed with a little nurse icon on it, pressing it. It started blinking, and soon a nurse had come into her room. She more peered in than came in, though. She looked at her, Junko staring back at the nurse, and then she left. Junko sighed, rubbing the side of her head as she picked up the remote at the side of her bed, lying back slowly and flicking through the channels, until her doctor had come in. She had removed the oxygen mask after a while, feeling she honestly didn’t need it.

She was a rather middle-aged looking woman, though she looked plenty capable of doing her job. Junko also kind of noticed she had… Sharp teeth, and possibly horns as well. She wore glasses and normal doctor wear, so Junko honestly didn’t take much notice to the small, peculiar features. It was just a thing to get used to.
“Do you know your name?” The woman asked, holding some sort of clipboard and looking through some papers.
“Junko. Junko Astillon.” She replied, giving the woman a look of weariness.
“Do you know what happened to you, Ms. Astillon?”
“No, I don’t.”
The woman flipped through some pages, then soon cleared her throat.
“Well, records say that you had fallen from the 12th story of an apartment complex, broke a few bones including ribs, your left leg, and left arm, while dislocating your right arm, on the trash container below, then hit the pavement and fractured your skull. Glass was embedded in your body along with pieces of debris.” She tapped the pen against the clipboard, looking at the girl with narrowed eyes.

“Now what exactly happened to you? How did you fall?”
“I… I’m sorry.” She put her hand against her head, “I can’t remember.”
“Expected. Well none of your injuries were too difficult to handle and heal, but you’ve been out for a week. You’re going to have to stay for a few days.”
“But… What’s a few days?”
“Likely five days to a week, just to make sure you aren’t suffering from any sort of mental or physical… compromises.”

Junko felt a little weighed down. She hated hospitals, especially if she had to stay for several days. The psych ward wasn’t the best experience for her from the hospital. But with that she snorted, covering her mouth. Silly… Silly Junko… There’s no need to think of those things. They were over, she left that life behind… She rubbed the side of her head, doing a little groan at the dull, chronic pain she felt. Though, nonetheless, she didn’t want to stay in the hospital. She supposed she could take a crack at bullshitting the doctor, but she knew it wasn’t going to work. Currently Juju and June were completely silent, so that gave her a little relief. Probably from hitting her head.

“I feel fine, really. I’m fine.” She spoke to the doctor in a very matter a fact tone. Then, absolute silence had come over the room, aside from the tv yacking away with a kid’s cartoon playing in the background. She stared at the doctor, and the doctor stared back at her, as if she was thinking. Quite hard as well. The doctor sighed, nodding and giving the girl an eyebrow raise.
“Well, you have been resting for quite some time. You can communicate clearly and you don’t appear to have any physical issues. I suppose we can let you go.” Soon she had moved to leave the room, “I’ll get you some proper clothing and set the order to allow you to leave.” She shut the door behind her.