[You know, hearing a secondhand account of his injuries was one thing; seeing them in person, however, is something else entirely. Ochako remains frozen in the doorway for a moment, eyes noticeably widening as she takes in his general state. That chest wound! She saw his shadow stab him, and she remembers how he heals, but why is it still... like that? Oh, Guren...]
You shouldn't be up. [Quiet, yet firm! She finally enters the room, depositing her small pile of items—a stack of clean towels, a decent-sized container of food, a first-aid kit—on to the desk beside him before giving him a pointed look.] Grab my shoulder, and please don't argue.
[Her hero training is coming in clutch here! As b a d as this situation is, she's managing to stay calm and composed.]
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You shouldn't be up. [Quiet, yet firm! She finally enters the room, depositing her small pile of items—a stack of clean towels, a decent-sized container of food, a first-aid kit—on to the desk beside him before giving him a pointed look.] Grab my shoulder, and please don't argue.
[Her hero training is coming in clutch here! As b a d as this situation is, she's managing to stay calm and composed.]