Broken

I've been doing so many fancy-pants things with my computer at the moment, that I figured sometimes it's just nice to go back to the simplist of forms... and pencil sketch...

This isn't a lesson or anything, just a precursor to a great amount of storyline that I'm currently in the process of creating... and which I'm going to share with you all quite soon... *Fingers crossed*
I'm sure you can hear the audiable "Awws," already: -

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"What have you done to this room?" Taeko's voice was sharp, reverbrating around the silent ward, making it seem louder in such a tiny space. Like glass shattering, or nails on a chalkboard...
Hanashi cocked a brow over his shoulder at her, twisting in his seat, but not rising. The armchair he was resting in, usually sat at the far end of the room, but now, he had forcibly shoved it to the foot of a bed, effectively blocking the side of it off...

"I needed to..." came the weak reply, as he turned back, maintaining his silent vigil that Taeko had so suddenly interrupted, "It's the only way I can sit without disturbing them..."
Their teacher sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, head aching from exhaustion... neither of them had moved or spoken for hours now.
Even after all the medical attention they had received, they still looked very worse for ware; both where abnormally pale, drained and fragile looking, Quinn particularly so, as both of her legs where heavily bandaged from hip to ankle. Resting on the cold metal of the wheelchair she was now bound to. Even after this fresh dressing, the bleeding still hadn't stopped... It was likely she'd be crippled for life...
Luca wasn't fairing much better. Though he showed no physical wounds, his breath was shallow and strained, his pulse weak and his expression gaunt.
They where both in a lot of pain. Physically, mentally... spiritually...
[A Sound Soul Resides with a Strong Mind... and within a Sound Body...]

"It's the only way I can sit without disturbing them," Hanashi sighed, looking up, "And also because..."
He glanced down at their hands, their pale finger linked together. Grip gentle, but firm, neigh unbreakable...

"... I can't get them to let go of each other..."