.+*☹︎ He would stare then look away uncovering his eye bandages ☆*+.
.+*☹︎ He didn't answer he didn't have many opinions at all. He just didn't want to talk he kept all his feeling bottled up in a lid. Maybe a cause of emotionless or depression either or for that matter. He would run his hand threw his hair and stare down at the white bed sheets slightly turning red ☆*+.
“I see you cant really make decisions for yourself so how about i flip a coin for this one.”
Cherry flipp a coin
“I guess that means we should cut it... well anyway the doctors say you’ll be out in a few weeks. They’re giving you blood because you’re losing it rapidly. But dont worry you’ll be healed soon.”
.+*☹︎ Kana would stare at the smile with nothing but that darkened look in his eye one that was so deep most thought it could never go away. Or at least the thoughts in his head wouldn't the constant, ' Your useless, your stupid, your disgusting, be quiet, be quiet! BE QUIET YOU DISGUSTING CHILD! ' It rang in his head like a constant melody. Though he would grab his hair and pull it as he would lay down sideways facing away from Cherry he hated that smile. Why couldn't he have a smile like that ' I hate that smile, that disgusting smile, why can't I smile like that, it's disgusting it's horrible get rid of it ' he still had those constant thoughts he would start to scream and grab his hair seeming to try to rip it out. His screams were so loud and terrifying ☆*+.
A doctor entered with his results and quickly stopped him. The doctor lay him back on the bed
Doc: "sir. I know you've probably went through a lot but please. I don't know how you feel right now and I'm no therapist but right now there are millions of people trying to help you. We are not your enemies. These millions of people. They care about you. If you died it would be a tragedy. Please don't ki11 yourself. You'll have therapy sessions every week. But you have to talk to the therapist if you want things to get better. And you also have to be alive for that."