Hospital Visit (Open)

After the witch fight, Sullab had been taken first to a hospital, then the infirmary at the DWMA. It made more sense to keep a weapon at a facility designed to handle weapons. So now, here he lay, alive but unconscious. His body and soul had been stressed to the max. He slept for 3 days.

And then he was awake. The first thing he noticed was the light streaming in through the window. Only then did the deep ache in all his muscles set in. He felt like he had just run a marathon carrying a truck. Tired was an understatement.

His eyes wandered around the room, and came to a sudden halt. He wasn't alone in here.

In truth, the witch hadn't really attacked him. All the damage he had was internal and self-dealt. He had used up all the energy of his soul to sustain his attack, and now he was paying the price.
He focused on the boy in the chair. His red hair was unmistakable. The blood weapon. His throat tightened. But he choked a few words out. "H-hi. I'm, uh, doing okay."