Head pain was the first thing Tezuka became aware of as he regained consciousness. His body hurt too, as if it were about to be torn apart. Clenching his fists did nothing to suppress the intense, throbbing pain. He tried to raise a hand and rub his temple, only to discover that his arm hurt terribly. He hissed, then tried to sit up, but the movement made him realize that his back hurt too. He struggled weakly, then sank back onto the bed.
He was still very weak, but his awareness had returned, and little by little, the events that had happened came back to him. At the time, he had thought he was going to die. Looking back now, it seemed a little funny.
What exactly had happened? Tezuka's gaze moved from his hands to his feet, then from his feet to the window beside the bed. Dusk was falling. The curtains were open, and beneath the hospital room’s white fluorescent lights, his reflection was perfectly clear in the glass. A face both familiar and strange: his adult self!!
Not finished yet?
It won't end in tragedy, right?
The Fujishusuke I know would never let go like that. Author's reply:
Yes, yes, my target is a drama,
However, this article is too early and has become a trap for the time being.
Dear, don't have high hopes, as the saying goes, you have to fill in the pits one by one...
Not finished yet? It won't end in tragedy, right? The Fujishusuke I know would never let go like that. Author's reply: Yes, yes, my target is a drama, However, this article is too early and has become a trap for the time being. Dear, don't have high hopes, as the saying goes, you have to fill in the pits one by one...