Chuuya wakes up in the morning to the warmth of sunlight coming in through the window shades, his face scrunching up as he snuggles deeper under his covers 'but hospital blankets are never actually

that

warm.

Finally, he cracks one eyelid open 'however reluctantly 'and the 'first thing he sees are

camellias

, sitting in a vase on the table beside his bed. Chuuya has gotten

plenty

of flowers before, but...well, they were always

get well

flowers.

These aren't

that

.

Whether he likes it or not, his lips quirk up into a small smile.

Eventually, 'he forces himself to sit up, stretching his arms over his head.

He hasn't actually been outside of a hospital in

three weeks.

The first week after his attack, then the two weeks after he was transferred...

And sure, it's not like he's actually going to be out and roaming the 'world, but it still feels a little less

confining