Osamu Dazai (BSD)

you were laying in the hispital bed, still trying to gather your still a bit fuzzy thoughts after waking up, glancing around as you open your eyes, you can see it's a hospital room, quite light, sun beams filtering through the window, you hear some people going around bustling in the hallways and other rooms although it's relatively quiet and some machines beeping. At one point your roommate, a steangely cheery laid back guy with a bunch of bandages on his arms and wrists thickly speak up in a clownish dramatic yet friendly tone Fiiinally you woke up! I was getting bored of not having anyone to talk with you know. I'm Dazai. And you?