Keima's eyes slowly opened, as his body shook with pain. He tried to sit up, but the pain was still quite unbearable. As he laid his head back down onto the bed, he looked around as best he could. In the room, there was a lamp, table, chair, and a desk. Keima was in his underwear, his clothes neatly cleaned and folded to the side of him. He had a large blood-red stained bandage on his stomach, and it seemed to be getting darker with each second.
The handle to the wooden door turned, and the door slowly opened. Out of traumatic reflex, Keima hid himself under the covers. He quietly masked the pain of movement. Two people could be easily heard walking into the room. The two spoke one by one, the first voice being a male voice. And the second, a female.
As Keima heard the girl talk, he began to hyperventilate, fearing he was to be attacked. The two could be heard running to him in worry, pulling the covers off him. As the covers flew off Keima, he crawled backward, close to the edge of the bed. Though, he soon fell backward off the bed, as he saw the girl. Because of falling, his wound opened up larger, causing more pain.
The male told the girl to leave the room, as he picked up and set down Keima on the bed. The door closing could be heard as he did so. His breaths slowly slowed down, only seeing the guy. Though, his breathing was still abnormal from a usual person. The male looked at Keima in worry,
"Does it hurt anywhere?" He questioned Keima out of concern.
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Keima didn't speak, instead he gripped tightly close to the bloody bandage, his muscles contracted from pain.
The guy looked to the bandage and said out loud "When did the wound get opened so much..?!" He said as if he were shocked. Quickly leaving the room to get a "doctor"; the door slammed closed.
Keima couldn't do anything but lay there in pain and hope to feel better, as the door opened and two figures walked in. One being the guy from earlier, as well as a masked being. He was unable to tell who and what they were.
The masked figure took out a needle filled with a blue liquid, and injected it into his vein. As the liquid entered, the pain slowly came to a halt. His breathing slowed down even more, remotely close to an average rate of breathing.
The figure who was masked wore a face-covering mouth. Only letting one fourth of their face uncovered. The corner happened to be in a corner next to their mouth. The mask had a blue triangle with a lighter green eye. A yellow lightning bolt seeming to be ejecting from the top.
The masked figure put the needle into a supply crate for medical items. And walked back out the door into the hallway.
With the male being the only person in the room, he sat down and looked to Keima. who was now laying straight down and staring to the ceiling.
"My name is Utsugi Tenyouji. If you were wondering-" his voice cut off at the end.
Keima listened to Utsugi introduce himself, and continued to stare at the ceiling. He hadn't changed the direction or position his eyes had been looking to. Utsugi stood up and stared at Keima for a short while, before walking out the door, shutting it.
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