Med Bay:8 AM January 30th
Xavier walks in to the nurse still treating Kazama, "Yo, Nurse, what's taking so long? You're a healer, not a normal doc." Xavier flumps his weight against the door frame, the Nurse rummages inside Kazama. "Hey mister insensitive, you took way longer to treat after you pulled that stunt to try to keep Hana in the C.I.A." She laughs mockingly "Anyway, this boy has 160ish broken bones, it's a miracle he's alive, and all of these torn muscles, tsk, tsk, tsk." Xavier slides his hands into his tracksuit bottoms and hustles over to see the scene, she has a slit on the right side of his chest, she has her hands dug in there manually re-attaching bones. "Grim." Xavier remarks looking repulsed, "Oh shush! I'm almost done!" She pulls her hands out and with one flick the slit closes and Kazama opens his eyes.
He looks around the room, his vision blurry, he could make out Xavier, standing at his feet, because of his all black attire. He couldn't quite make out the white blob to his right. He finally lifts up his weak hands to rub his eyes, his vision becoming clear. He saw a white woman, probably 5 '7, she has massive, dreamy, blue eyes. Her nose is short and stubby, and her lips full, but perky. All of this on her face is contrasted by her ginger hair running down the sides of her visage. "You know, healing someone up this much in 8 days must be a world record I've broken." She remarks, packing her things into her bag, "You… You're the nurse!" Kazama says his face lightening "Yes, I regretfully am, also don't move much for probably… eh… I'd say one or two weeks, let's say 10 days."
Kazama and Xavier look at eachother with the 'oh fuck' look, they dont have that time! "Heeyyyy~ Is there really nothing you can do?" They ask her "Nope! NOW FUCK OFF!" She throws them out of the room. Kazama and Xavier just sit there contemplating what the fuck they can do, if they can't train what will they do!?
Canteen:1 PM January 30th
They both sit at a table eating lunch, "Oh yeah, your attributes, can you tell me more detail on them?" Xavier asks, "Attributes?" Kazama asks inquisitively. "That sword and the needle." "So basically I can only use Odin, the sword, only when it deems it wants to and if my opponent is weaker than me." Xavier screams into the table so it's muffled, "That's ass!" He shouts at him, "But imagine I get like a powerup mid fight, so I'm stronger than my opponent, I just need Odin to wanna be used."
"Ok, just go onto the needle." "oh, Skardr? Well it can just mend the rips in reality I make, like say if someone else cuts a hole in reality, I can't mend it." Xavier slams his fist into the table, "That sword was the only hope you had of winning". "Why? Is Hana-sa- I mean, Hana strong?" "She would do me in one punch." Kazama's gaze isn't broken, his gaze stays locked at Xavier's eyes "Well, that is concerning." He swings his head around, away from the table. Kazama hurls up that lunch he just had onto the floor, "Ugh. God… I'm so dead…" He wipes the sweat off his brow, he gets up from the table and stumbles over to the door.
Bedroom:3 PM January 30th
Kazama lay there, in his new bedroom that Xavier managed to get for him. It was way better than his cramped apartment. There is a king sized bed, oven, desk, everything a man could ask for. He gazed into the roof of his newfound room as if it was an endless nebulae. He wasn't mesmerized by the texture of the ceiling, instead he was contemplating his impending doom, the only reason why he didn't break down in tears is because of his fight against Liam, the odds were stacked against him, but he pulled through and changed, becoming tens of times stronger in a single 15 minute fight.
As he sat there he remembered what Liam said, that he got his girlfriend killed? Kazama had forced this piece of information all the way to the back of his mind, but now that it's been confirmed… Kazama balls his eyes out into the pillow, slinging curses at himself. He didn't know what happened, he just knew that he somehow got her killed.
Images of Noya-chan wouldn't stop flashing in his mind, the memories flooded back, he started screaming into his pillow. Anyone walking past surely thinks an insane person is in that room.
~The next couple of days, Kazama didn't act the same, talking in a more somber tone, caring less, he was less enthusiastic. But all of that didn't matter as the 10 days were done… Time to train.~