A muted groan resounded through the room, barely drowned out by the sounds elicited by the television. The show that was playing had long been forgotten, all focus redirected toward the current problem at hand—literally. Halfway through the episode [Name] and Arakita had decided to watch, her arm had suddenly started pulsing rather painfully. Every beat of her heart brought forth a sharp tensing of the vessels in her injury. At first, [Name] had tried to ignore it, wanting to finish the show, but the constant reminder that her arm was in distress had gotten the better of her. Rolling over carefully on her bed, [Name] let out another elongated moan as she tried her best to ignore the steady throbbing in her dominant arm.

Arakita had left only a few moments ago, telling her that he'd come back with something for her to drink with the painkillers she had been prescribed to take. His departure was starting to feel like it had happened ages ago however, as [Name] steadily became aware of just how slowly time seemed to move when one was in pain. Counting the seconds between throbs in her arm wasn't helping—in fact, it was making it worse—but there was little else she could do save for lying in bed and bearing with it.

The sound of her dorm room's door slamming open was a momentary distraction from her pain and [Name] nearly wanted to cry with joy as she looked over to who had entered; Arakita was back and he had brought a plastic bag full of drinks!

"This is the last time I'm running out to grab you something like this," he growled, kicking the door shut behind him before stalking over to her bedside.

As he went to sit on the floor beside her, Arakita started unpacking the contents of the small plastic bag he had carried in. It had holes in various places, making her wonder if he had picked it up somewhere along the road to make carrying the drinks easier. He placed the things he had bought on her bedside table and [Name] noted that he'd brought two bottles of Bepsi, his favorite drink, and a couple of small snacks that she enjoyed. He'd probably bought them from the dual vending machines that were just outside the dorm building.

"Thank you, Arakita," she practically sang, sitting up from her position on her bed.

As Arakita opened up one of the bottles of Bepsi, [Name] reached for her easy-to-open bottle of painkillers. She flipped the top of the lid off with her non-dominant hand, dumping half the contents onto the bed beside her before grabbing a handful. Before she could greedily shove the medicine down her throat, Arakita's larger hand grasped onto her wrist, his eyes piercing her with a heavy glare.

"The instructions say to take one, idiot," he reminded her, forcing her to dump the handful she had. He picked up a single pill before placing it in the palm of her hand.

"I know that," [Name] defended, placing the pill between her lips and accepting the opened bottle from Arakita. She took a large gulp of soda, swallowing down the sweet drink along with the bitter pill before letting out a large breath of relief. It would be another few minutes before the painkiller started to kick in.

Opening up his own bottle, Arakita watched as [Name] scooped the rest of her pills back into their container. She was still fidgeting, likely trying to distract herself from the still lingering pain as she waited for the numbing medicine to work. He took slow sips of his drink, attention returning back to the television now that the painful crisis had been officially averted.

Silence consumed the two of them once more as they both went back to watching the show that was airing. Slowly, [Name] ceased her fidgeting, the pain in her arm lessening to a barely noticeable thrum as opposed to its previous mind-numbing ache. Minutes passed by rather quickly as the two of them watched the remainder of the show and soon the ending credits were rolling across the screen.

Stretching from his lounging spot on [Name]'s floor, Arakita could feel the tense muscles in his body creaking and popping after having been still for so long. His movements had knocked his empty Bepsi bottle off balance and the plastic bottle echoed slightly as it bounced along the floor a bit from the sudden impact. He reached over for it; despite it not being his room, he still didn't feel the need to litter around the floor.

"Oi, [Name], where's your trashcan?"

Glancing over at the girl, Arakita was slightly dumbfounded to see her sleeping. When had she stopped watching the show in favor for closing her eyes? Figuring that it had been her painkillers—after all, most of them did have the side effect of making people drowsy—he shrugged it off. He'd just have to throw the bottle away outside her dorm room then.

Standing up from his spot, Arakita felt a little awkward just leaving the room while [Name] lay asleep in bed. He stood around for a few seconds, wondering if he should just leave everything as is. His good judgement got the better of him as he took his first step away from her bed and he walked over to her television to shut it off. Afterward, he went around picking up the stray snack bags and half empty bottle of soda she'd left beside her, moving them to her desk so she wouldn't end up spilling them all over herself in her sleep.

Taking one last glance at her cast covered arm, Arakita clicked his tongue before snatching a black marker from her desk. Careful not to wake or hurt her, he proceeded to write a message on it in a place that would be hard for her to see. Hopefully, with a bit of luck, [Name] wouldn't even realize he had done it until her cast was removed.

"It's going to be a long couple of months," he grumbled quietly to himself, making his way to her room's door before silently leaving [Name] to her rest.