Recovery

Junko slowly took her own weight, she used her right arm to hold on to the end of the bed, supporting herself. And as she stood and felt fine, she took another step, perhaps too quickly, and her vision blackened at the edges, and her legs gave way. She caught herself on the bed, holding still, the blackout, subsided, and she took steps again, this time taking her time and walking to the door, She glance right, into a mirror, which showed her clean bandaged self, but she had bandages on the head.

She got to the door, and leaned on the wall next to it, still feeling lightheaded. From here she could not see any clothes, and it was a long way to 11th squad barracks to get some of her own, She didn't fancy going outside in the hospital gown, but she was not quite thinking straight, and thought she could make it. So she opened the door. Well more fell through it, it opened as she was reaching for it, and was going to push on it, when it opened, a smaller member of fourth division, signified by the pack on his back was opening the door.

Junko fell on him, and she tried to stop falling, but he caught her, kind of. Sort of hugging her, and making her shoulder hurt alot. She yelped in pain, and gritted her teeth, regaining her feet, but not before being ushered into the room by the smaller child-like shinigami. Junko went back to her bed, and laid down and pulled up the sheets. Letting the kid do his job before going back to sleep, 'I suppose i can still walk...'

Junko awoke a week later, her attendant didn't slip up on the sedation like he did before. Her eyes fluttered open, and she shifted abit, which hurt suprisingly less than it did before. Her arm was in a sling, and Clothes were folded next to her bed on a small table.

Junko carefully slid from under the thin sheet of a blanket to get dressed. They were not her shinigami robes, or her armor, but white linen robes, which allowed for her still slinged arm, and she put them on, and her arm was still tightly bound to her body, so it was inside the robe leaving the left sleeve empty.

Junko was wary about walking, but her legs supported her, when she crossed the full body mirror she wasn't fazed, Her head was still part of the bandaging coming all the way down to her eyebrows. A few strands of hair came down through the bandages, brown now, It appears she had been out long enough to grow hair, but that means her hair had been cut or shaved off...

Junko got to the door and opened it, turning right on a hunch, and seeing a desk. She walked, her footsteps creaking the wooden floors, and the grim slience of medical facilities gripped her. She walked to the desk, where a woman sat and was writing and filing reports. "Umm, Ma'am?" Junko said to get her attention. She replied looking up at junko, not even noticing she was there beforehand. "Oh Ms. Tenshi, sorry but you have been taken out of the induced coma, you are free to return to you squad, but you wont get your arm back for at least a month or two." Junko's eyes widened, and she realized what the woman said so casually would effect her greatly. 60 days was not too long, but she needed to know how long she had already been here.

Junko proceded to ask, "Ma'am, how long have I been here? And where are my things" And she replied in teh same casual way, "You have been here for about two weeks, and your things are at your barracks."

Junko thanked the lady before making her way back to 11th squad, She would likely have to deal with upsurpers for her position, and deal with her armor being trashed again. Perhaps she should reforge it, and get it modified.