[Emilia Hall]

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It was Day 6.

The Rumbling took a lot of things away from a lot of people, and no one was a better example than Emi. Miraculously she survived the ordeal albeit with critical injuries. Once the golem had fell and she was able to be extracted by a Pro Hero on sight, she was in critical condition and rushed to UAU's private facility to be taken care of as Tokyo's normal hospital were dealing with the crisis on the civilian front. She hadn't managed to regain consciousness from the moment she fell after turning to stone; with her family and friends all visiting over the last few days, desperate to hear something

By the 3rd day, she was considered stable and based on the evaluation of the nurse she would just need some time to regain consciousness, but her life was no longer in danger. A broken arm, ruptured organs, and some head trauma were a given for being crushed by the golem. Once they had managed to stop the internal bleeding, it was just a matter of time before she would eventually wake up.

In her room, she had several flowers and cards from family and a few gifts from her roommates. Her family had only been able to stay for a few days before they had to leave to get back to the military base they were scheduled at. Hooked up to machines and with her right arm fully bandaged it had to be any day now that she'd awake...or perhaps any minute unbeknownst to anyone around.

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[Elijah]

While Emilia laid in her bed unconscious, Elijah was awake.

They were admitted at the same time, after the golem vanished and medical personnel were able to arrive on the scene. Compared to the girl however the Canadian was fine, having only suffered several scrapes, bruises, a concussion and a dislocated shoulder that had long since been set back in place. It only took a day for him to regain consciousness.

He wished he was comatose for longer to avoid the people that came in.

It was awkward, being asked questions on Emilia's condition by her friends and family. It wasn't like he knew what was going on. He only saw her get crushed under a monster's foot, which did nothing to ease their worries in the days it looked like she wouldn't make it. Even in the days after she was declared stable they would ask him if she'd waken up whenever they came in, as if he'd be the first to know. Which was fair he supposed; he was admitted to the bed next to hers but still.

They weren't the only visitors. His father would stop by as well, sporting a sling he'd gotten in the aftermath of some drone attack. They traded their outrageous stories - laser robots for unfeeling titan - and then they just talked, with his father ending their conversation with a pat on Elijah's head before leaving. He would come back at least once a day to bring food. Beyond the doctors and Emilia's entourage, that had been the only interaction Elijah got.

Currently he was without his prosthetic as he scrolled through his phone from his side of their room, bereft of presents save for some snacks. A sigh escaped him. Any day now he'll be discharged and he could go back to his room to scroll through his phone some more.

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The moment that her closest friends and family were waiting for was now. Her eyelids fluttered as her body stirred, the machinery monitoring her vitals becoming slightly more rapid, returning to normal values from her previously subdued vitals due to her unconscious state. Initially confused as her eyes opened slightly all of the events from the week prior would suddenly come flooding back to her. The Rumbling Golem, her getting crushed and her turning to stone. She had thought she was dying at that point and some of the panic from that same event. This would be reflected in her heart monitor, which would spike alerting the staff which would rush into the room.[break][break]

After a few minutes and a round of medical specialists, Emi was finally left to her own devices. With a sigh, she'd lean back in her hospital bed her gaze focused on the ceiling. Due to the partition, she wasn't aware that this room wasn't hers and hers alone. "So I survived huh..." she said aloud initially reaching for her phone with her broken arm but after a sharp reminder from the pain she adjusted and brought up her messages. She could see hundreds from her family and extended family but she was more concerned with those closest to her, especially the roomies since they had also been in the area. They may have avoided the The Rumbling Golem but who knows what happened after she lost consciousness?? It was the first thing on her mind even more so than her own health. She would scroll through the messages only hesitating when she saw a message from her future boyfriend/husband, but there were more important things at hand! She'd finally find the group chat and see all the messages from her roomies, talking about when they were visiting and just general support.[break][break]

Tears would well up in her eyes, and she silently cried to herself. She had survived and so had everyone else, this meant that some heroes had saved them in the end. She just hoped the others with her ended up okay as well.[break][break]

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Freja awkwardly pushed the door to their hospital room open with her shoulder, seeing as both of her hands were occupied at the moment. ''Knock, knock.'' She said aloud, without actually knocking. She was expecting to leave her gifts with Emi and Elijah while only getting to say hi to the latter before leaving. When she saw that Emi had woken up however, she damn near dropped what she was carrying. ''Y-You're awake!'' She held back a few tears as she waddled up to her bed, she was carrying two weaved baskets full of shiny red apples, one for each patient. Freja had been involved in the aftermath of the Rumbling too, and while she didn't face the big golem, she had been helping out against the army of small ones that had crawled all over Nerima.

Most notably, aside from her casual outfit, Freja's left eye and top of her head was entirely covered in bandages after a nasty hit she took. Nothing she couldn't come back from. If anything, she considered herself a lot more fortunate than Elijah and Emi. ''Oh- I brought you both some get-well-soon snacks.'' She placed one next to Emi, then walked over and placed the other next to Elijah. ''Hope you both come back to school soon, it's been pretty boring lately.''

An awkward pause lingered in the air as she looked at the both of them. ''...How are you feeling? You are coming back, right?''

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Elijah was used to the cadence of the monitors by now. Their steady beeping that proved that the other occupant of the room was clinging to life. It was about the only thing he could hear if there were no sounds from the people walking outside or on his phone from the videos he watched. So when that beeping picked up its pace, it prompted the boy to glance at the cover beside him.

As expected, the medical staff came in at any sign of change in someone's condition. While most of them tended to Emilia, one walked up to him as if he were an afterthought; someone they had to check only because it was protocol. Yes, he was fine. No, nothing had changed. Could he leave? The nurse shook their head. Not yet I'm afraid.

He closed his eyes. How inconvenient.

Elijah opened them again once the last of the voices had fled and they were alone, with one vital difference. The beeping, while calmed from its frantic state, still went at a faster pace than what he listened to the past few days.

Then there was a voice he hadn't heard since the disaster.

He kept silent as Emilia cried, turning away from the partition to give the student some privacy in the only way he knew how. The awkwardness came back; he wasn't allowed to leave, but he couldn't just, what, play something on his phone to drown out the sobs?

Well. He could. If anything, it would signal to her the fact that she wasn't the only one in the room without acknowledging how he'd heard her crying.

Before Elijah could act on that decision however, Freja came into their room. Impressive timing on her part really, what with her roommate having just woken up and all. "Hello," he said simply. He eyed her as she walked in, nodding in thanks to the apples before she situated herself beside Emilia's bed. "I'm coming back. The only reason I'm still here is because the doctors wouldn't let me leave."

In hindsight, he probably shouldn't have let her sit yet since the curtain was still in the way. Oh well. At least it wouldn't block his voice. "Could you pull back the partition? I see little point in speaking through it."

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Her sobs were immediately halted as the door to the room opened and she was greeted by one of the best things possible, Freja! She would use her free arm to wipe the tears from her face as not to worry her friend any further. "Freja!" she called out her eyes welling up again but she managed to hold it in. She wanted nothing more than to get up and give her friend a hug and tell her everything that happened, but she was immediately distracted by Freja's own injuries. "Are you okay? What happened to your head...what happened to everyone and Ms. Recall???" she knew through texts that they were all still alive she just didn't consider that they might have been as injured as she was until...well until now.[break][break] "That's so sweet of y-...wait both? What do you mean both?" she also failed to consider that she wouldn't have been alone in this room and her face would turn a light scarlet as she realized this other person must have heard her crying. How embarrassing! Still, she took an apple eagerly, wanting to satiate the hunger that had built up over the last week or so, and took a big bite. "I t-think I'm coming back. My parents want me to consider taking some time off before I go back so I can really rest up...they want me to go back with them for a year." her gaze averted she hung her head low, the internal turmoil of doing what was best for others and doing what she wanted to do was throwing her for a loop. Elijah's appearance distracted her momentarily as the curtain was pulled back. "You're okay! Thank goodness I was worried that I wasn't able to protect you when I lost consciousness." [break][break]

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