Visiting a Friend

The tea here was terrible, turned out the stories about hospital food was true. That said Ling was complaining, he ate the food and drank the tea, he felt grateful toward the people working to help him recover. The nurses and the doctor, his wound wasn't all that bad but still requiredsome time in the hospital.

The there was Shey, their whole ordeal had been an odd way to meet someone, but she seemed like a kind girl. He intended to pay her back for the broken instrument, even though that wasn't his fault.

He finished his meal, the nurse took away the dishes. Ling was alone for the moment, and he decided to do something the doctors wouldn't approve. Sliding out of bed, he slipped on some sweats, not bothering with a shirt, he was muscular, with burn scars on the right side of his chest, he was muscular though. So he went about doing some small exercises, he was careful not to strain his stitches but the nurses would still make him stop if they saw.

He smiled as she entered the room, "hey there Shey." Ling chuckled a little, "you worry to much, I'm fine, besides I'm starting to go stir crazy." He tilted his head curiously as her face turned red, "are you feeling ok?" He didn't immediately recognize it as blushing.

His hand went up and brushed over the burn, "no...I'm afraid this was from an accident," he said, a bit of sadness in his voice, it was from the fire that had destroyed the monastery and killed most of the monks that had raised. "Happened before I came here."

"Anyways," he walked up close to her, "thank for coming, it does get a bit lonely here." He smiled gratefully, "they said I should be released soon though, as long as I keep healing like I should."

He smiled kindly, "I'm hoping to hear you play once I'm released, I bet your music is beautiful." Ling didn't have much exposure to the outside world before coming here, so most music was completely new to him. "Next performance I'll be right there on the front row."

"I'll be fine, I'm not straining the injury," stepping back, he did some final stretches, his muscles rolling with his movements. "I feel like, I should do something to repay your kindness once I'm out, you've visited me so often."

Finishing his exercises, he took a seat on his bed, "how about I buy you a new instrument," it wasn't a question, he already had every intention of doing it.

Chuckling, he pulled on a shirt, "ok, but I do want to do something to thank you." He rubbed at his side where his injury was, "maybe I'll buy you dinner, we can find a nice restaurant in the city. I'd cook you something, but the last time I tried to cook, I ended up almost burning my dorm down," he chuckled a little again.

"Not gonna lie," he sighed a bit, "I grew up sorta isolated, everything here is new but a bit confusing at times." A look of frustration crossed his face, "so much the monks didn't teach me, I can barely use half the tech that's every day stuff for most."

He sighed a little, "sorry, it's all just a little frustrating," he laughed a little, "sorta gave up trying to use my stove." Ling smiled, a goofy charming smile, one not many people saw.

"Good, it's a date," he wasn't really sure if he was using that phrase properly or not. "Yes, thank you for getting me here, and for the visits, I've enjoyed having you around Shey," he had, despite him being stuck in the hospital, she'd made every day enjoyable.

He laughed a little, "I'd like that, being able to cook would be good for when I graduate." The nurse appeared with his pain meds, pills for him to take. Ling took them, "doesn't hurt that bad, don't see why I need to take these."

Once the nude had left, he leaned his cheek on his hand and smiled at Shey, "teaching me how to cook, teaching me about the world, seems I'm going to owe you a lot."