[Memory of the sterile room she finds herself in takes a while to seep back, and for a long while Makie had been content to lie in bed, staring at the ceiling. She can still feel the disease in her lungs. It's an old friend by now. But the other hurts are long gone.
It's not really surprising.
She doesn't really move until she hears the yelling echo down the hallways. Familiar and surprising. It takes her a moment to sit up, tucking her shawl close. Manji has already thundered his way past before she can get to the door, pushing her palm against the plate to slide it open.
...right about the point Manji was demanding those responsible show themselves. Whoops.]
[Action. Before all that mansplaining.]
It's not really surprising.
She doesn't really move until she hears the yelling echo down the hallways. Familiar and surprising. It takes her a moment to sit up, tucking her shawl close. Manji has already thundered his way past before she can get to the door, pushing her palm against the plate to slide it open.
...right about the point Manji was demanding those responsible show themselves. Whoops.]