2025-08-31: The White Room
- Cutscene: The White Room
- Cast: Myunghon Yeo
- Where: Hirasaka Chuo Hospital, Hirasaka Ward
- OOC Date: 2025-08-31
- IC Date: Thursday, July 4th, 2012
- Summary: After being assaulted by Officer Ishiba in 2025-08-30:_Otherside_Picnic, Myunghon Yeo wakes up in a hospital room...
- Content warning: Misgendering, medical trauma
HIRASAKA CHUO HOSPITAL
WEDNESDAY
5:13 AM
The first rays of sunlight strike through the thin curtains of Myunghon Yeo's hospital ward room. Myunghon has always been a light sleeper in the best of conditions, and the inevitable noise and light easily rouses them from sleep. The second thing that hits them is the smell of-- that's the smell of disinfectant. But not /their/ disinfectant. They can scarce smell anything at the best of times, but disinfectant has always been a constant in their life. When they open their eyes...
No. No. No no no no no no no.
They're back. They're back here in the White Room.
They instantly feel the cold hitting their flesh, despite the hot July weather counteracted by air conditioning -- no, they don't feel cold, they feel /exposure/ on their flesh-- and any vestiges of sleep slip away as fight or flight takes priority, only to run into the brick wall that is their very definitely concussed head. They scream on reflex.
The door flings open, and a nurse steps in.
"Oh, you're awake, Ms. Yukichi." A knot of terror twists through their stomach. "Your friends brought you here last night, you were in a very bad state, but we managed to stabilise you. You'll still need a lot of bed rest. You have a dislocated right shoulder, a concussion and head trauma, and your abdomen--"
"Where are my bandages?"
The nurse looks confused. "We took them off, of course. We had to inspect the rest of your body for wounds--"
"Please, return them to me," Myunghon intones, on autopilot.
"I'm... I'm not sure I understand."
"Give them back! Give me, give me--" Myunghon agitatedly gestures. "Please hand me some new bandages. Please hand me my clothes back." They're already incapable of keeping it together and they've only been up for two minutes at the crack of sunrise. This day's absolutely going swimmingly.
"I'm afraid that wouldn't be... advisable... Ms. Yukichi," the nurse sounds unready to figure out how to deal with the sudden agitation. "We aren't sure if the rest of your body needs to convalesce, and applying pressure and unnecessary dressings to your old wounds wouldn't necessarily help--"
"Please!" Myunghon shouts, in tears. The only mercy is that there isn't a mirror in here, because if they had to see themself without any of their bandages and in only a hospital gown, like in the old White Room, every single day, they'd truly lose any last vestiges of control they have over themself. They're already unsure if they can stand being trapped in another.
"I'll... I'll see what I can do," the nurse promises, but Myunghon knows that tone. It's the 'I have no idea what you're on about and I'm going to make an empty promise and probably refer to a coworker who's also going to shrug' tone. They used that same excuse the last time they were in the White Room too, all of them. They all have to have some measure of professional decorum and politeness, but they're surprisingly poor at concealing it in their eyes.
The nurse leaves. They're alone in the White Room again. It's happening again. They can't stay here. Where's their phone? Where's their damn phone? They press their mottled, mangled arm (mood -5) against the bed siderail to try to get out. They feel instant pain flaring from that dislocated shoulder, but the shock of pain agitates them to move harder and faster--
WHAM
"OWW"
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
"/What/ is all that noise-- Ms. Yukichi?!" the nurse looks irritated to have to return in less than a minute and see her patient sprawled all over the ward room floor with the IV stand ontop of them, monitoring device tipped over and cables and attachments in a whole mess. "Someone-- someone please come help me clean up this mess."
They're back there again... back in the White Room... their least favourite place in the whole wide world... that's the last thing in their mind before the combined power of their dislocated shoulder and concussion has their brain make the executive decision to cut consciousness.