Katsu stared at the sheets, feeling terribly bored. He missed Okami, sad that the man had to leave so early, but he could never ask him to stay when he had already done so much. He sighed, looking at his long braid, violet eyes staring at the strands. He hadn't brushed it out yet, so he figured he could do that to pass the time. He released the braid, hair unraveling immediately as he gathered it to his front, vaguely wondering if he should cut it.

Regardless, he started combing through it with his fingers, not wanting to call the nurses, they were too... Flirty, for his tastes. His expression sank deeper into loneliness, sighing. His eyes were drawn to the phone on the table next to him, wondering who had left it there. He hadn't checked, it would have been rude, but...

Gods, he wanted to get out of here. He wanted to be playing with NORA, hanging out with Mietsu, mediating Kamigo and Okami's fights, and just... Doing what he wanted. Being confined to bed rest was terrible and he just had to have the blood type and immune system that was hard to work with. Because of that, there was no donor. None.

...He kind of didn't want one. It meant someone had to die for him to live. Would he really be okay with that? Probably not.