#want to describe a little where monoma is at mentally rn...

[ua-monoma]

Monoma finally puts his phone down.

His smile fades.

It’s bright outside again and he shifts a little in his bed so he can face his window, his expression softening into something pensive.

It feels nice, being in his room again. Fresh. Clean, without any of that sterile stench in the air. Hospitals always smelled like people dying, inside and out. Right now, he feels revitalized. Like a new person. A little bit like he used to feel, before...

... He can only assume, anyway. It’s been a rough few weeks.

At least he’d be allowed back in class soon. The doctor’s note he’d taken back with him from the emergency room advised a day or two off, so that was taken care of, but he really hates the thought of falling behind anymore. He feels so antsy, with nothing really left to do but analyze what happened.  

 He’s... glad things are calming down. And that he has time to think about it all, now. He just wishes it hadn’t gotten so far...

Sighing a little, his fingers drift to his wrists. There would be scars left over from the incident, he’d been warned. Marks left by the violent way the flowers had left his body. Even more by the clinical way they’d been sliced off. He’d probably have to change his bandages soon... He should get to that before he goes back to the casual fun he was having online. It might even put him in an even better mood, to see how much he was healing. Because he really was feeling better...!

... He was definitely feeling something. 

...... Maybe.

Either way.

He’ll have to figure that out later... once he was done.