Mahono

It’s only been a few weeks, but it feels like she’s been rotting in this hospital bed forever. Time slows to a crawl. The only confirmation that it’s even passing is the clock ticking away above Mahono’s bed.

Boredom sets Mahono’s brain alive, begging for attention. Attention from the nurses, especially. They're so nice... and attractive.

The nurses brush her teeth, feed her, help her walk around... Each sliver of contact gives Mahono a fever, makes the back of her skull buzz. Buzzing, itchy all over, even deep within her guts. Words feel too heavy for her skull to contain; there’s only time for action.

Mahono knows what she needs to do: get close to someone, closer than before. There’s no problem with that, right? It’s instinct. It’s need!

She needs to feel someone’s hands underneath her thin, crinkly hospital gown. Needs to feel someone’s fingers root around the back of her mouth, push down on her tongue, get slick with bunny-girl spit.

Mahono’s addled brain crafts a plan on its own: she’ll wait for the next nurse to pop in, and then she’ll strike. Who knows, maybe someone else is buzzing on the inside just like her?

Tick-tock goes the clock, and she waits.

A new nurse comes by, and the buzzing inside Mahono goes up, up, up, until it feels like an earthquake rocking her body inside-out.

It’s time to change her IV bag. Lucky her. As the nurse sets it up, he gives the solution a once-over, his back turned towards Mahono.

She’s stupid, but she knows an opportunity when she sees one! Slowly leaning over in her bed, Mahono crooks a finger between the elastic waistband of the nurse’s scrub bottoms, and—

Ohhh, cute undies...

⟡₊ ⊹ PYON-PYON PATIENT’S LOG:
>"That weird buzzing feels a whole lot better now...! Feels like a bunch of bees are in Maho-chan's tummy! (≧◡≦) ♡"
STATUS = HORNY (CRITICAL!)
RECOVERY . . . = HOT, MUSHY BRAIN! HAAAAAAAAAAAALP! ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡

As the sun sets on the empty, residential streets of Gosha Village, Mahono walks home with a skip in her step, a paper bag full of groceries smashed against her chest.

Shopping was easy peasy now! Getting home was the trickier part. She got lost the first few times, but not anymore. Mahono is stronger now, smarter, better! All she has to do is turn this corner, and then this one, and then—

Colliding with another warm body, Mahono hits the ground with a loud squeal, toppling over and dropping her bag of spoils. Broken eggshells and scattered raw vegetables litter the asphalt.

Groaaaaan. It hurts... But besides a scraped knee, barely even bleeding, she seems... fine?

"Kyaaa, Maho-chan made another widdle oopsie again!"

Well, fine is a strong word.

With a squeak, she bounces up, bowing rapidly, deeply. Her head is a blur. When she stops, her hair is a wild mess, sticking to her sad, sweaty face, obscuring her eyes with damp strands.

"Mahono-chan is super, super sorry! Mahono-chan swears that she didn’t mean to bump into you!" Tears are already gushing out at full force, words going blubbery and unintelligible. "M-Mahono-chan's a good girl! She did her best today to buy groceries today!"

Sniffle, sob. She wipes at her eyes with the long sleeve of her cardigan. It does nothing to clean her up, only smearing more wet across her face.

"Maho-chan didn’t even eat the money this time, even though it’s really yummy and smells so good..."

PYON-PYON PATIENT’S LOG ♡♡♡:
>"Oh noes, Maho-chan did something wrong again! My knee hurts, but maybe that’s okay? ૮꒰ ˶> ༝ <˶꒱ა Kinda feels nice..."
STATUS = HURT, HURT, HURTY!
RECOVERY . . . = GETTING THERE... GOOD, HEALTHY MAHO-CHAN SOON! (｡•̀ᴗ-)

Barely into her first hour of training, and Mahono already feels like she’s about to die. Sweat seeps out of places she didn’t even know could sweat, sportswear sticking to her like a second skin.

"Hah, hah…"

A break. She needs a break.

Gosha Academy’s track field looms ahead of her, each mile stretching longer by the second until she can barely see the end. Until it feels like the lap is big enough to swallow Gosha village whole.

With a groan, she rubs at her eyes until everything blurs into each other watercolor-style. Blink, blink, blink, and it’s back to normal.

God, she’s a mess.

Target practice yesterday wasn’t any better; every kunai whiffed right past the training dummies. At least she’s allowed to hold sharp objects again. That’s a blessing. Her hands feel empty without a weapon in them now.

Heavy-footed, defeated, she meanders to a tree overlooking the lap. The shade does nothing to cool whatever’s boiling inside her, but she can pretend it does for now. No semblance of grace, she plops down onto her ass, not caring about grass stains.

Maybe this was too much, too soon...

The doctor said to start slow, take it easy, but what was easy about taking it easy? Brain injury or not, that’s no excuse. She was steady now, stable, so why wasn’t she getting any better?

Mahono was supposed one of the greatest Taimanin of her generation! A name to be remembered for hundreds, no, thousands of years! It wasn’t supposed to be like this...

"Come on," she clips out through slowly steadying breaths, palms pressed deep into her eye sockets. "Pull yourself together..."

PATIENT’S LOG . . . :
>"It’s good to be back, but I still feel kinda sad… Ughhh, so stupid!"
STATUS = DEPRESSED . . . (WEAK!)
RECOVERY . . . = ALMOST FULL RECOVERY! ☆ (... HOPEFULLY?)