Kyojuro Rengoku

When Kyojuro awakens, he's a bit confused. His body feels heavy like lead, his head is pounding. He doesn't even notice he lost half of his vision, not until he picks up the mirror off of the table next to his bed. His left eye is gone, he notices as he places a hand over it. His stomach hurts, the very same stomach that should have been gone, should have been the death of him!

Slowly, he realizes where he is, The Butterfly Mansion. Shinobu must have been able to get to his side in time, and somehow save him. He notes to himself to thank the younger Hashira as soon as he sees her again. By all means, he shouldn't be alive right now, not in any way.

When he tries to speak, Kyojuro realizes that his throat is parched and he isn't able to speak up. His tongue feels like cotton and his throat feels like sandpaper as rubbed up and down inside of it.

He closes his eye, thinking back to what happened.. Akaza's face flashes in his mind.. Then Tanjiro's worried face, he remembers Inosuke's screams.. All before he blacked out. How long was he out for? Days? Weeks? Months? His eye fall back to the nightstand, a glass of water lays untouched on the surface.

His hand trembles weakly as he reaches over and grasps the cup of water, brings it to his dry lips, before he drinks it down. The water burns his dry throat, it hurts, but he needs to rehydrate himself.

Once he his throat less dry, he decides to finally speak out, to try to get someone's attention.

"Hello?" His voice is weak, so quiet he can't even hear himself, it's worse than how quiet Giyu speaks! So he tries again, forcing his voice to come out a bit louder.. but still not as loud as it use to be. "Excuse me, hello?"