Who: Kez and Akira When: About a week after Akira's arrival. Where: The clinic What: A kindly visit Warnings: None I assume.
Akira wasn't sure how much time had passed since he had arrived on the TARDIS. There was no window looking outwards, no sunset, nor sunrise to let him know what time it was or how many days had went by. He slept when he was able and spent the rest of his time wide awake, staring off into space. He couldn't stop thinking about everything that had happened over his time on that horrid island. And Yuki. Poor, dear Yuki. All he could do was hope that Yuuto was right. That when he did go home, no time would have passed. He would be right where he left off and maybe, just maybe he'd be able to save his brother. Maybe...
Akira let out a long sigh and sat upright in the clinics rather uncomfortable bed. He folded his hands in front of him and delved straight back into his head. There wasn't much else he could do. There was no entertainment, and the Doctor he saw wandering around constantly was just plain rude most of the time. Akira didn't want to try and talk to him. All he had were his thoughts and reflections, playing back things over and over again in his mind. All he had to live with, those things he would never forget. All he could try and do was reflect upon happier times... with his friends. With his brother and his family. Slowly, he started to smile, even just a little.