Broken, not Forgotten [Shing, Calypso]

While he hated his mother, Shing had a shred of respect for the rest of her family, so when the news came out that his grandmother was ill and it was looking bad, he had to pay a visit. It was awkward, being in a room with people that wanted nothing to do with him and the feeling was mutual. It seemed like being a shitty person just happened to be genetic on his mother's side, he just hoped that he didn't the genes too.

On his way out, Shing was asked to sign out in a book. While flipping through, he came across a name that seemed to ring a couple of bells. Calypso Gandr. If he remembers correctly, the two of them had met a few years back in Nepal when he was finishing up some work and tying up loose ends that spawned when his father died. Nothing crazy, just some debts and returning a couple of books. It was important that even after he was gone that Xing Heichao would be remembered as a good man, Shing made sure of it. Anyways, he began to wonder what the hell Calypso was doing in a hospital. Last he checked, she was a healthy teenage girl. It seemed like he was going to be here longer than anticipated.

The wolf entered the room with a light knock on the door, once then twice before letting himself in. "Hey kid, you alive in here?"

The way she spoke, reminded him of his father: proud of their heritage. Proud of who they were. Shing could relate somewhat, but not completely.

"Haha, yeah, hello to you too." He took the moment to assess Calypso's situation. Just from a glance, he could tell that it was probably something to do with her physical rather than some sort of sickness. She seemed weak and frail, a stark difference from when he saw her a few years ago. "Yeah, but we 'cultivators' also know how to take care of ourselves, it's touted to be one of our top priorities. One look at you and it's kinda obvious you haven't been treating your body well. What the hell happened..." With a swift movement, he grabbed a chair and dragged it to the end of her bed, placing it at the foot so that he would be looking directly at her when he sat down, and sat down he did. He remembered that she had mentioned fighting professionally when they last met, maybe that was the cause of this.

"To put it bluntly, you look like shit. Lemme guess, the fighting gig you got came back to bite you in the ass huh?" A look of pity and disappointment donned onto his face. He could believe that she ended up pissing off the wrong guy, the kind of guy that didn't know self-control. That's why Shing never got into that business, it would bring more trouble than it was worth.

"So how long you gotta be like this? How long has it been?"

Shing just sat there and nodded as she started to spout words at him that he didn't understand. If anything, it was just the same mumbo jumbo that some of his family would spout and occasionally his father. Apparently, there was a lot of history behind what they do, but Shing wasn't really taught any of the hit because he didn't really care. He had picked up a couple of their customs and ways of speaking in Nepal the second time around, but still never really made the effort to include himself into their culture. As the Dancing Wolf, he was fated to be alone in the world.

"Yeah, that sounds like that sucks." Man, how heartless could he be? The moment the words danced off his lips he knew that it was the wrong thing to say in the situation. It would be a pain to lose one of the few people he could consider a friend due to saying something dumb. The bar for what he considered a friend was low, being that he hasn't seen Calypso in years and would still call her one regardless. "Though if that's the case, guess you have no other choice but to fight it. I mean, it looks like you're good at doing that anyway so..." His voice trailed off as he tried his best to undo whatever the hell he said prior.

There was silence for a moment until Shing broke it again.

"So... anyone else come to visit? Say, your Ma or Pop or anyone of the sort...?" He had no idea what her family situation was like so was trying to stay neutral as much as he could in the situation, though it came from a genuine place of curiosity.

"I mean, there's more to it than just that. I feel like if I was hurt I'd still want my family to show up, the ones that I care about and the ones that care about me. Even my mother, the fucking bitch that she is, would probably show up because I think she cares. Because... that may be the last time you see them. People don't just end up in the hospital for no reason so going that extra mile for people says a lot. Understood? It's the thought that counts." Her response to his question caught him off guard. It's not that they didn't want to show up or that she didn't want them to, it's just that they didn't care? Perhaps it was a cultural difference, and he got that, but even then he thought sharing his viewpoint on the whole matter might bridge a gap between them, a small gap but a gap nonetheless.

And with that being said, there was silence. Shing found it hard to find a place to continue from there, as he just basically rambled onto her with his own ideals.

"Well, where there's a will there's a way. I think you'll find your way out of this somehow, whether it be science or with some mystic magic." He slowly started to stand up, kicking the chair into the wall behind them. "But let me know when you do. Pass me that napkin over there." Assume she'd follow through with his request, he would write down his contact information on it before leaving it on her table and walking out.

"See ya Sister. If this is rock bottom then the only way is up, yeah?" He paused for a moment, to see if she had anything else she wanted to say.