Consciousness that had fled an old man's mind gradually crawled back into place granting him a subtle haze of awareness. Seiju's eyes blinked open to find them forced into a squint by a sudden flash of lightning that lit up the room he was in. The lids closed shut tightly for a second only to slowly open once more. From what he marine could tell, he was laying in bed inside an unknown room. Judging by the swabs, stethoscopes, and other such objects on a nearby counter as well as the nature of the bed he was in, Seiju deduced that he was in a clinic or infirmary of some kind. "Brilliant work, Seiju..." The old man thought to himself mockingly, "You can recognize a sick room. But where, exactly? How did I get here?" It was the pitter patter of rain against the window glass that answered one of those questions for him. Seiju recalled that he had taken refuge from a storm on an island that was supposedly hit with regular rain and showers. While here he'd met a fellow marine, although he didn't know it at the time, at a bar. Then a group of rascals pilfered their belongings initiating a chain of events that ended with Seiju and Anton both declaring themselves to be Marine Commanders to a corrupt priest. After that? Seiju couldn't remember.
The old man grunted as he sat up just as a nurse entered the room. "Oh, you're awake! Your things are over there. I'll get the doctor." She pointed to Seiju's robes and swords which were neatly set on a chair beside his bed. The woman then left the room informing the local doctor of Seiju's awakening. The doctor in turn informed Anton that the old man had come to. The next half hour for Seiju was spent realizing he was in a patient's garb, getting changed into his usual attire, and then shooing away a doctor that insisted on giving him another check up to make sure he was alright. "I'm a doctor myself kid, trust me when I say I'm alright. This isn't my first dirt nap." The stubborn old fart said with a scoff as he stretched. "But sir, a concussion is serious business. At least let me-" Seiju silenced the young doctor with a glare that only an old man could give. One that was weary of dealing with the doctor's petty issues when Seiju had more important things to attend to. "Who's gonna stop me from leaving, eh? You?"
The old man grunted as he sat up just as a nurse entered the room. "Oh, you're awake! Your things are over there. I'll get the doctor." She pointed to Seiju's robes and swords which were neatly set on a chair beside his bed. The woman then left the room informing the local doctor of Seiju's awakening. The doctor in turn informed Anton that the old man had come to. The next half hour for Seiju was spent realizing he was in a patient's garb, getting changed into his usual attire, and then shooing away a doctor that insisted on giving him another check up to make sure he was alright. "I'm a doctor myself kid, trust me when I say I'm alright. This isn't my first dirt nap." The stubborn old fart said with a scoff as he stretched. "But sir, a concussion is serious business. At least let me-" Seiju silenced the young doctor with a glare that only an old man could give. One that was weary of dealing with the doctor's petty issues when Seiju had more important things to attend to. "Who's gonna stop me from leaving, eh? You?"