[Accelerator's expression is less than impressed at the response he gets, even one of his eyebrows is twitching. Seriously? Not going to? Not even his parents or whatever? He isn't sure if he should feel sympathy or be annoyed at the level of irresponsibility currently on display. It takes a certain kind of person to be more concerned about their phone than informing important people that they're injured and at the hospital.]
Tche.
[Accelerator scowls back, picking up what Endo means. He doesn't argue, though; it is his fault the phone broke, and with his absurd bank account paying to replace it isn't actually a big deal. He makes a mental note to get Endo's broken phone, and heads for the entrance.
Thank God the doors are automatic, because he couldn't manage a normal one right now. Inside, the ER is what one would expect from a normal hospital: a lot of white, signs everywhere, and the strong smell of disinfectant. Accelerator glances around once, then turns and heads over to a waiting area with chairs. There are a few people already waiting for some reason or another, and they get some strange looks that he pointedly ignores. It's whatever, he's certain half the reason people can't mind their own business is because regular people aren't used to being in a hospital, so the oppressive atmosphere stresses them out. (The other half is probably because it looks like a skinny disabled teen picked a fight and won against a teen who by all accounts should've kicked the shit out of him and may or may not be yakuza.)
Stopping at the nearest chair, he unceremoniously dumps Endo into it.]
Wait here.
[What, like he's going to wander off somewhere in this state??
Accelerator doesn't even wait for an answer before abruptly turning and heading over to the front desk. He's only there for a minute or two, talking to the front desk clerk, before coming back over with a pen, clipboard and some paperwork in hand. Sinking down into the chair next to Endo, he retracts his crutch so he can use his right hand. When he speaks up he keeps his eyes on the paperwork. There's a lot of information that needs to be filled out.]
I told them you got sideswiped by a car. [Because 'mangled by by the literal manifestation of negative self-actualization' would only get him more weird looks.] So they're going to get you in ahead of some other people. Give me your wallet.
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Tche.
[Accelerator scowls back, picking up what Endo means. He doesn't argue, though; it is his fault the phone broke, and with his absurd bank account paying to replace it isn't actually a big deal. He makes a mental note to get Endo's broken phone, and heads for the entrance.
Thank God the doors are automatic, because he couldn't manage a normal one right now. Inside, the ER is what one would expect from a normal hospital: a lot of white, signs everywhere, and the strong smell of disinfectant. Accelerator glances around once, then turns and heads over to a waiting area with chairs. There are a few people already waiting for some reason or another, and they get some strange looks that he pointedly ignores. It's whatever, he's certain half the reason people can't mind their own business is because regular people aren't used to being in a hospital, so the oppressive atmosphere stresses them out. (The other half is probably because it looks like a skinny disabled teen picked a fight and won against a teen who by all accounts should've kicked the shit out of him and may or may not be yakuza.)
Stopping at the nearest chair, he unceremoniously dumps Endo into it.]
Wait here.
[What, like he's going to wander off somewhere in this state??
Accelerator doesn't even wait for an answer before abruptly turning and heading over to the front desk. He's only there for a minute or two, talking to the front desk clerk, before coming back over with a pen, clipboard and some paperwork in hand. Sinking down into the chair next to Endo, he retracts his crutch so he can use his right hand. When he speaks up he keeps his eyes on the paperwork. There's a lot of information that needs to be filled out.]
I told them you got sideswiped by a car. [Because 'mangled by by the literal manifestation of negative self-actualization' would only get him more weird looks.] So they're going to get you in ahead of some other people. Give me your wallet.