She continued smiling, her heart lifting to see that he’d come to visit her. She’d only met him once, twice perhaps, and he was already apparently fond of her – or her eclairs – enough to track her down to a hospital. Incredible detective work, indeed. One of the girls had probably told him. Traitors.
It was supposed to be a secret, but Karin had to admit she was happy to be getting a few visitors. And for someone as charming and easy to talk to as Hakuba to be worried was actually very flattering. That he was worried about her at all, however, was all she needed to be reminded of the fine line she was walking at the moment. Sighing, and looking over at the machines hooked up to her, she shook her head.
“I don’t want to tell you. And I don’t know who did it, honestly…it was my fault, though, that much is obvious. But don’t break my kneecaps! Not that it’d do any good, they’re already-”
She realized she’d said a little too much a split second later, and clamped her mouth shut, refusing to say another word.
Hakuba blinked. “I… wouldn’t actually do anything of the sort,” he said, mistaking her surprise for actual fear. “Honest. But, ah, don’t want to say? So was it an accident?"
The detective then paused, a faint blush crossing his cheeks. "Ah- my apologies, I shouldn’t be asking so many questions; it’s none of my business. I sometimes let the detective part of me get carried away. I hope that you can forgive my faux pas. Please, do tell me, though; will you be all right with proper care and recovery, at least?”