[ How lucky that Hiyori is too out of it to properly notice the object that Komaeda carries on him. It's in his sights, and he can acknowledge its existence, but there seems to be no reason to question it. He acquiesces to speaking about it upon his return, and before too long the soft click of a door shutting tells him that he's been left alone once more, the steady beeps of the heart rate monitor and the muffled sounds of activity from behind the door his only companions.
With nothing to distract him, his eyes start to droop, and he manages to doze off for a brief period before the sound of a knock shakes him out of his sleep with a start. He turns his head to look in that direction once more. It must be a member of the medical staff, but knocking is nothing more than a way of announcing themselves before barging in regardless of their patient's response, and so he simply waits.
Ah, he wonders if they were waiting to see if he would be left alone... How frightening. ]
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With nothing to distract him, his eyes start to droop, and he manages to doze off for a brief period before the sound of a knock shakes him out of his sleep with a start. He turns his head to look in that direction once more. It must be a member of the medical staff, but knocking is nothing more than a way of announcing themselves before barging in regardless of their patient's response, and so he simply waits.
Ah, he wonders if they were waiting to see if he would be left alone... How frightening. ]