Shy, the Galactic Base Baller
Hospitals always freaked her out. The white, sterile halls felt too perfect, like if she touched anything, she'd ruin it. It was cold and clinical, and impersonal. It always just felt wrong to be in one. Nozomi didn't have much of a choice at the moment however, and it was also the last thing on her mind as she made her way to the room. She opened the door, gently, so as to not make too much of a noise, and stepped inside.
Akira was asleep on the couch, which didn't surprise her. What did throw her a bit was exactly how attractive he was, even while sleeping. It seemed he never took a break from that.
Focus, that wasn't why she was here. She looked over at Yosuke on the hospital bed and forced herself to smile, meekly. God, he looked terrible. Hopefully everything was okay. She offered a little wave before announcing her presence.
"Hey," she said softly in an attempt to not wake Akira. "How are you feeling?"
Yosuke was sleeping, again. It was hard not to, ever since Futaba suggested they move to a hospital outside of Tokyo. Poor Nozomi probably had to go quite far, but... It was worth it for Yosuke to finally get some rest.
At the same time, it's not like the doctors fought the idea. They weren't sure why being outside of Tokyo would help, but Yosuke's full blown episodes at the idea of being put to sleep caused deep concern in the personnel. He had acted like a trapped animal, screaming and thrashing and crying, if only to stay awake.
Everytime he was awake he swore he was still in a waking nightmare, but his warm (if not weird) dreams reminded him that he was... Safe.
For now, that is.
He hears the soft call, eyes opening gently. He was a light sleeper as it is. Despite his recent rest, he was still exhausted looking, eyes deep set and dark. He was pale-- painfully so. He never looked so washed out and washed up before, like a shirt that had been out to sea for months and finally came to shore. His palor was a little sweaty, as well. Whatever happened to him, it was an immense physical (and emotional) toll.
He smiled at her, regardless. He was good at smiling when he didn't feel well.
"Hey, Nozomi," he says, voice raspy. "I'm glad you could come... Sorry I'm... Like this."