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ergastulum. (1x1 w/DarkMudkip)

“I know, Motochika-taichou, but this isn’t the way.” Ren said, moving away from Megohime after ensuring she wasn’t hurt any worse. “We should contact Katakura.”
 
Ren sent Motochika back to his bedroom, stationing someone outside Megohime’s room, making a call to Kojurou back at the Tamura estate to let him know Megohime has been found.
 
"You have her?! Truly?!" Kojurou was more than shocked, "I'll be over soon!" He hung up quickly and grabbed his suit jacket, his tags jangling as he moved. Masamune came into the room, well enough that he could walk.
"What's up?"
"Chosokabe's men found Megohime-dono." Kojurou answered and he needn't say it twice. Masamune was down the hall as fast as his legs couod carry him.
 
Megohime had been found? What kind of shape was she in? The last time Masamune had seen her, she was in bad shape.
 
Would she be angry with him? Would she kick him to the curb and tell him to get lost? At the very least he hoped she’d forgive him, even if he suffered the scolding of a lifetime.
 
No one tried to stop Masamune as he rushed inside to find Megohime, some even pointing him in the direction of the infirmary when Masamune demanded, heart pounding when he finally reached the door.
 
She didn’t yell at him, didn’t sit up when he came in, only continued to breathe shallowly with the help of the many machines around her bedside. She hardly even looked like Megohime, her face so bruised and swollen, she could’ve been mistaken for a corpse.
“She won’t wake up.” Ren stood in the door behind Masamune. “We has to induce a coma... Brain was starting to swell.” He said softly.
 
Ren shook his head. “We’ve scheduled surgery to release pressure on her brain, but she isn’t looking good- took quite the beating.”
 
“I’ll leave you to her then.. Let Motochika know you’ve made it here ok.” Ren said, closing the door behind him to give Masamune his privacy.
 
Her head ached terribly, body sore and eyes held shut lightly by tape. She made a weak noise as she groped at her face, wincing at the tender spots she touched before finding the tape with her fingers and peeling it away. It was dim in the room, the curtains drawn, but finding it bright outside, yet she didn’t recognize where she was. Her vision was blurry, but upon looking herself over, she saw she had iv’s hooked up to her, and one hand in a cast. She brought her good hand up to touch the side of her head, her scalp feeling tight and aching, feeling stitching running along and down the side of her head where it had been partially shaved.
 
"Megohime-dono..." Was that her name? Yeah, that's right, that was her name. But that was all she knew. Looking over, it was an older man; he was relieved to see she was up. Kojurou, wasn't it?
 
Megohime blinked, eyes watering from having been shut for so long, unaccustomed to the lights and use. She stared at him, studying his face, which was taught with worry, yet, she didn’t know who he was, was he a doctor? She felt overwhelmed, putting her head in her hand and closing her eyes, brows furrowed.
 
Megohime picked her head up slightly, looking to Kojurou with tired eyes, both still bruised darkly, but no longer swollen. “Where am I..?” She asked softly.
 
“Who’s Ren..?” She asked, keeping her gaze locked into him. “Who’re you?” The words made his blood run cold, her expression only showing her own confusion and fatigue.
 
His throat felt incredibly tight after that. Ren didn't say she would have such extensive amnesia.
"K...Katakura Kojurou desu.." He answered, albeit nervously.
 
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