Who: Micah and OPEN Setting: bench outside the hospital
Micah had to walk away. He couldn't keep going back and forth with Haru. He couldn't keep expecting more from someone who didn't want to give it. So he left the hospital, telling the nurse behind the counter to page him if something came up, though he guessed he could get thirty minutes or more to himself if he needed it. He'd grabbed a cup of coffee from the vending machine that seemed out of another decade, then taken it outside to get some fresh air.
It wasn't really fresh though was it? Micah looked up at the ceiling/sky thing and felt it crushing down on him. He'd made a mistake, he really had, and Haru, fuck what he'd said. Micah had to believe it. He'd patched up Lian's neck. He'd seen how the woman reacted to him, to his offers to help. That had to be a sign. It had to be the truth. Why would Haru lie about something so horrible? Why was Micah trying to justify it?
He took another sip of his coffee and leaned forward, elbows on his knees. What he needed was answers. Advice even. And maybe a less stressful night's sleep.