KH- Fast Food Madness!

Sora let out a breath through his nose and fell asleep.

 

In a few moments, Kairi felt unconciousness take over, and she was gone.

OOC: Man, it's late. I have to go. See you later!

 

OOC: Yes, it's very late xD. Byez!!

After a few hours, Sora regained conciousness and heard the beepings again. His, Kairi's, and...Roxas'? He turned his head to the right and saw that Roxas was lying a bed on his other side. When had he gotten in there? Sora shook his head slowly. It didn't matter. As long as he was okay, he didn't care. He was at least thankful that the three of them shared a very big room. They weren't going through things alone this time.

 

Kairi sighed softly through her nose, starting to awaken.

Roxas groaned slightly, his head facing the wall beside him. He felt pain everywhere, and it hurt to much to handle. It felt like if he moved he'd shatter into a million pieces.

OOC: Aw, no. You got off just as I got on. =(

 

OOC: Gah, I hate it when that happens. And now you're offline too. Dx

Sora bit his lip and shut his eyes as he faced the ceiling, his headache unbearable. It felt as if his body weighed a ton; and he could hardly feel any of his limbs. Well, he felt the pain, but that was about it. He heard the door open and turned his head and was shocked when he saw who it was. "Santa?!" Sora questioned quietly. What was he doing here?

The old man quickly walked over. "Hello again, Sora. I'm here to help you out." Santa's words came out quietly.

"How?" Sora's voice came out soft and scratchy.

"It's still Christmas, so I have a lot of power. I have enough time to heal you guys, but not completely. I can heal the scars, but I can't fix your arm or Roxas' leg." Santa explained quicky, his eyes darting up to the clock. 11:54 PM. Almost December 26. "I might only have time to get to two of you." Santa said softly, his eyes landing on Sora again.

"Take care of Kairi and Roxas." Sora immediatly said, putting them ahead of himself.

 

Kairi slept soundly, sighing softly out of her nose.

Roxas exhaled heavily, trying to relax. His muscles were still weak, and he couldn't find the energy to move.

 

Santa arched a brow and looked at Sora. "Sora, you're in the most trouble of all your friends. There's no way I'm leaving here without healing you." He frowned and walked up to Sora.

"No...please do them first." Sora pleaded, shutting his eyes tightly as the pain started up again.

"You'll wake up again soon, and you'll feel much better." Santa promised, gently putting a hand on Sora's forehead. His hand began to glow white as he shut his eyes and focused his magic.

"No..." Sora mumbled quietly, drifting off into sleep.

 

OOC: Time gap, timeee. You lead. 8D

 

OOC: Okay =)

Santa had finished with his cures one minute before midnight, healing Kairi's and Roxas' scars before disapearing.

An hour or two later, Sora groaned and opened his eyes slightly. What had happened...?

 

Roxas opened his eyes groggily, blinking as he adjusted to the light in the room. He heard his monitor beeping, but there were other beeps in the room, and they were off. One...no, two other monitors, meaning two other people. He was in the hospital? And sharing a room?

 

Sora slowly started to sit up in his bed, but he immediatly regret it as the blood rushed to his head, making him extremely dizzy. He grunt softly and let his head fall back down into the pillows. Apparently Santa's magic hadn't fixed everything.

 

Roxas saw his leg propped up, and he moaned. He'd hurt his leg, broken it, really. Fantastic.

 

Sora realized two things that he had missed before; One: His arm was in a cast. It was fractured, of course it would be in a cast. And number two, when he had sat up, his back and stomach didn't hurt much at all. Santa had said that the scars would heal...so that must have been true. They still hurt a little on Sora, but that was probably because he had the most serious injuries. As always.

 

Roxas lifted his arm, wondering if he'd scratched up his arms that he failed to look at earlier. Nothing. How was that possible? He and Sora were in the worst shape, there had to be cuts and bruises somewhere.

 

Sora coughed softly, and then they started rising in volume. He brought a hand to his chest and winced as his head exploded with pain. He clenched his left hand in a fist and shut his eyes tightly.

 

Roxas turned his head, wondering what all that racket was. He narrowed his eyes slightly as he studied the person in the bed next to him. Spikey hair. Wounded arm and shoulder. Roxas blinked. Was that...?

 

Sora turned his head and opened his eyes as he stared at the ceiling, desperately trying to keep his coughing under control. After a few moments, they quiet down and he let his fist loosen a little bit. But the pain in his head persisted. He bit down hard on his lip and shut his eyes again.

 

"...Sora?" Roxas' eyes widened slightly. He was in the same room as him?

 

Sora slowly rolled his head over in the direction of the voice and opened his eyes, which were greeted by Roxas' piercing blue eyes. "Hey...Roxas..." Sora's voice was very weak and drifting.

 

"Are you...all right?" Roxas asked slowly. He hadn't been able to find his voice so well before, and it was slurry from being gone for so long.