Hospitalized (Mathias, Lukas)

[Sigurður]

OOC: Hi, I have no fucking idea how hospital stuff works A note to those who has to reply (yes you, Mathias and Lukas), I'd that he's been passed out for ... a week, or maybe more? A long time at least, enough time for both of them to go back to the school and have a somewhat normal everyday while waiting for Sigurður to not die.

The first thing he remembered was hearing voices, talking words that he couldn't make into a meaning. He tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids was too heavy. Instead he tried to move his body, or at least a little. Just to check it was still there. Shit, every part of him felt so numb and heavy like they were made of stone too much for him to lift. His mind trying to recall what was going on. One thing he could quickly make sure of: he wasn't just in his bed too tired to wake up, as he first had thought. His whole chest hurt. Together with his head, his arm, and the rest of him. What in the world had he been doing.

It had been a busy day at the school, and he had too many errands for his own good. The most important errand had been delayed, until it got dark and even though he didn't venture out on his own he had been sort of forced to. His medicine was important. And then...

The whole thing came back to his memory as if everything happened in a flash of a light once again. He groaned, by the sudden reminder of most of his wounds. Now he was aware of them they suddenly hurt even more, even thought it wasn't as bad as when they were new - though he couldn't remember that. His thought stopped, he had gotten help. Mathias had came to his rescue... Then what? The last thing he remembered was a sharp pain. What had happen to the Mathias? Shit! He had to get up and back, and find out if anything had happen to him. He forced his eyes to open and they flew up quicker than he was prepared for.

The Icelander gave a surprised gasp as his violet eyes didn't see what they had expected. Instead of a dark, dirty ally, he found himself in a lightened white room, completely free of any sort of dirt. Sigurður wondered for a moment if he was really dead. His breathe became faster from the surprise, and his lungs began to work overtime, and they started to lock off. Coughing, he tried to gasp some air back in. From almost out of nowhere, there was a nurse over him. Putting a mask on him, slowly as the mask sealed his nose and mouth the breathing slowly. Sigurður stared still surprised and scared at her, she just smiled back with a 'sorry' read in her eyes, while saying something in Japanese. He just kept staring at her.

When his breathing was back to normal, she removed the mask and disappeared out of the room. Saying something to someone outside, back to silence. And the feeling of being stared at, he turned he vision in the direction of the feeling. Thinking he was going crazy now. A chubby bird stared intensely back at him, and even seemed kind of worried.

Mr. Puffin.

Normally he'd have spread his arms, said the name out loud, and hugged it. But all he could manage was a faint "...Mr. Puffin" with a weak smile, he just couldn't lift his arms, or raise his voice for some reason. The bird jumped closer and pressed itself against his side, trying to comfort, as if trying to tell it would be fine, but not just like that. It lighted his mood a little, and looked at the bird for some time. When his eyes feel on his left arm. It was covered in what looked like and he guessed was gypsum. I don't even what to know how bad it is.. he thought, staring at the arm. At least not for some time.

Suddenly feeling an tear in the corner in his violet eyes, he closed them hardly. Holding it back with all his remaining might, he was not going to cry here in a place he had no idea where was, alone, only with strangers somewhere outside the room. Well, Puffin was here, but the bird wouldn't be able to talk for him or defend him otherwise if someone walked in and asked.

What wasn't Lukas going to think, Sigurður venturing out in the city he knew he didn't know, and then ending up in a ally like that. Sigurður was sure his brother would be angry at him, and he knew it'd be concerned anger but that didn't make it make it less painful to think about. The Norwegian anger was .. scary. Mild said. He should have taken better care... heck he even managed to drag Mathias into it, and he had no idea what condition the Dane was in. He could be seriously injured! All because of... him getting lost.

[Lukas Bondevik]

The minutes felt like hours, the hours felt like days, and the days felt like weeks. And the week felt longer than an eternity.

This past week had surely been one of the longest that the Norwegian could remember; every day seemed to go by in slow motion. Painfully, painfully slow. And every day he returned to the hospital to check on his brother and Mathias, he got the same news about the Icelander; he was in a stable condition, but showed no signs of waking up any time soon. It killed Lukas to sit in that small white room and stare at his little brother, who was in that awfully deep sleep, with the thought that the boy might never wake up again ever present at the back of his mind. The scene from the night replayed through Lukas’ mind: The paramedics had rushed in before he got a chance to be near his brother, and both he and Mathias had been told not to touch the boy. The image of the Icelander surrounded by paramedics and his own blood, as they carefully placed him onto a stretcher, before taking them all into the ambulance, where they fitted an oxygen mask to try to stable Sigurður’s breathing, then they turned to Mathias.

Lukas didn’t remember much after that; when they got to the hospital, Sigurður was taken to an emergency room, while Mathias was taken to another ward to be examined. Lukas figured he must have fallen asleep in the waiting room, for his mind went blank after that.

Mathias was dispatched several days after the attack, with a cast on his arm and a strict warning that he was not to tamper with it, or the damaged muscles wouldn’t heal properly.

Of course, they had to go back to school, and the Dane and Norwegian did. But grades were the last thing on the two Nordics’ minds. Lukas had taken to spilling his worries and fears to his faeries. They listened intently and with sympathy showing in their large, bright eyes, yet he knew they couldn’t do anything, apart from offer their comfort.

He didn’t see much of Mathias during school hours, which surprised Lukas, but they always met up in the hospital when it was visiting hours. They didn’t talk much, but the Norwegian greatly appreciated the Dane’s subtle comfort, even if he wouldn’t admit it. He really didn’t mind Mathias’ “bear hugs”, though he did think that they came in intervals that were too close to each other, which he disliked. During this dark time, he found comfort in the gentle presence of the man.

Especially as every time they had to return to the school, they were still none the wiser of when, or if, Sigurður would wake up.

The tenth day was no different to these. Lukas had gotten the bus in the city centre to the hospital (the nurses had told them what bus to get to visit the hospital before Mathias was discharged). He headed up to Sigurður’s ward, and was quite surprised to find that Mathias was not already in the waiting room. It was quarter to four. The visiting hour was four to five. Lukas knew the Dane was not the most punctual person on the planet, but he was incredibly sharp when it came to things like these.

“He probably missed the bus.” He murmured to himself, taking a seat. The room was quite empty,; only another three people were there, having quiet conversations with themselves in Japanese.

Lukas attention was brought to the two nurses he emerged from one of the rooms. The first was unfamiliar to him, but the second he recognised as one of the nurses who also served as a translator. The first said something in Japanese, but her attention was held on Lukas. The second quickly spoke up once she had finished.

“It’s good to see you are here, Bondevik-san,” he had told them they could just call him by his first name; it was strange always being addressed by his second name. For one, he was technically younger than them. Odd culture, the Japanese have.

“Your brother, Sigurður-san has awoken from the coma, you will be pleased to know.” Pleased? Words couldn’t describe how such a feeling of despair had been lifted from his heart. He wanted to scream in glee.

“He is still slightly dazed, but responding well. We will need to run a few tests on responses and such, but you will be called into the room at four o'clock.” The woman smiled warmly. “It would be heartless to keep two brothers apart for much longer, especially considering the younger is now conscious again.”

Lukas nodded slowly. “T-thank you.” He felt his chest tighten. The two nurses bowed, and retreated into the room once more. Lukas looked up at the clock; only five minutes.

It was the longest five minutes he had even endured.

Finally, the translator-nurse emerged, and waved the Norwegian into the room. Lukas stood at the doorway, and his eyes fell on his little brother. He was lying down, his eyes barely open. If it wasn’t for the fact he was stroking the small puffin by his side, he would have thought he was still in the coma.

Lukas felt tears prick in his eyes, and he hastily blinked them away. Sigurður may have looked incredibly weak, but he was alive, and that was what mattered most to the Norwegian.

"... Sigurður.. Thank God."

[Mathias Karlsen]

Mathias did not know what to do with himself for the long, agonizing wait for the young Icelandic teenager to awake.

He couldn’t help but feel that he was the one to blame for the incident. He had promised so many years ago that he would protect everyone, and make sure they were to never get hurt. But now…now this had happened. If he had only not went to explore the school and went straight out to the city, maybe he could of gotten there in time before Sigurður was attacked. If only he had been in his Dorm maybe he could have been there to join the Icelander out in the city so he wouldn’t be pointed out as a victim in the first place.

He was just thankful that he had gotten there to stop him from being killed.

But Sigurður was not safe just yet. He had been in a coma for over a week now, with no signs of waking up. The boy was in a stable condition, however, which lifted some of the weight off of the Dane’s chest but not a lot.

Mathias had kept to himself for the whole time, skipping some classes so he could just sit in his Dorm. He knew that Lukas had noticed his seclusion, seeing as he had only come across the Norwegian a couple of times over the week and when he did, he would try his best to comfort him even if that was just to talk to him or hug him. Mathias knew that Lukas was taking this worse than he was seeing as he was so much closer to Sigurður than himself. He hated to see the pained look in his eyes when they visited the boy in the hospital. He couldn’t stop himself from feeling guilty, Mathias had no right to believe that he was in the worst pain when Lukas was getting his heart torn by such an incident.

But, there was no time to dwell on thoughts, it was a mater of minutes before the visiting times at the hospital.

The Dane ran as fast as he could to get the bus, but missed it despite his efforts. God his arm ached. He put too much stain on the mending muscles. In the few days he was at the hospital, getting his arm tested over and over again for signs of repair he felt that is was working better and better. Now he could partially move his arm with only slight pain and his fingers worked fine.

He couldn’t wait for another bus, the next one would be in 10 minutes and he could not afford wasting this time. He jumped into the first available taxi he waved down.

“Konnichiwa~”

Oh shit did this guy speak English? Well…he better just have a go at some very basic Japanese, just to make sure.

“U-Um…Byoin wa…shite kudasai…s-sura ni wa?”

The driver raised an eyebrow and chuckled, turning around in his seat to face Mathias. “Very close, just a little grammar problem.” he looked back around to the front wheel and pushed on the accelerator. “Hospital it is then~”

Himself and the driver made very little conversation on the whole trip. Mathias didn’t mind this, but, a conversation would help him clear up his worries. The driver pulled up to the hospital front, and he paid the amount of fare needed before rushing out through the front doors, up the stairs and into the ward which Sigurður resided in.

Lukas was not in the waiting area, he must of already went in to see his brother. The nurse which usually greeted them stepped out from one of the rooms and smiled. “Ah, Karlsen-san. It is nice to see that you are here.” he nodded “Nice to see you too Miss.” she beckoned him into the room. “You should be glad to know that Sigurður-san is now awake. A little confused but awake.”

He stopped. Sigurður was awake?

“Karlsen-san?”

He blinked. “Ah yeah sorry. Just…really glad, ha.” Oh, oh he was more than glad. He was overjoyed at the prospect of the boy being alive and well. God…oh thank God. The nurse lead him into the room and towards the bed which the Icelander resided in. Lukas stood at the bedside, watching as Sigurður stroked his animal companion (Mathias pondered at how the puffin had managed to get into the hospital in the first place). Sigurður was alive, his face still a chalky white from the incident, thick bandages wrapped around his wounds and a cast on his broken arm, but besides that alive and well.

Mathias couldn’t express his joy. He just stood there silently beside Lukas, a broad grin across his face.

OOC: Sorry for the length of time it took for me to write this adkjfhsdjkfhjsd
OTL

[Sigurður]

Not soon after he woke, some nurses turned up to check properly on his condition. Though he barely noticed what they did, and asked him to do. He just did what they told him, like a puppet on a string, only focusing on Mr. Puffin that refused to leave. The nurses weren't happy about the bird, but it caused an uproar every time they tried to get it out. So it could stay as long as it didn't get in the way. The only thing he did notice was when they lifted half of the bed a little so he could lie more horizontally and have a better view on things. It was quite dizzying, but nice.

Sigurður didn't notice the other two in the room for some good long minutes, his sense pretty dull and mind filled with too much to notice the world around him. Soon as he became aware of them he did pretty much all he could to avoid turning his gaze and look at them. He knew who it was, without even looking or being told, he could tell from a single look out of the corner of his eye. Heck he could tell just from their present. Focusing on the puffin only, who didn't seem to care about the other two Nordic in the room. Just being happy of getting all the Icelanders attention, and the gentle stroking from his working hand.

Honestly he hadn't expected them to come this soon, he only woke up some time ago. On a second thought how could it really surprise him, they had to tell them he had woken up... And soon as they knew, they'd probably flip the whole city to get here if necessary. He bit his underlip, why did they use so much effort on him. He was sick all the time, and they had to look after him constantly. Why was he never able to take care of himself. It was his fault Mathias had been hurt, if just he hadn't went out on his own. If just he had stayed at the school and actually tried harder to find someone to take with him. Or at least paid attention to his surroundings on the way home, instead of just hurrying and panicking for no reason. Well, that was no reason to panic any more, not after what happened in that ally. Sigurður wouldn't blame them if they was angry at him, but the thought hurt. He didn't enjoy to cause to much worry.

Finally he timidly looked at them, his eyes dull and weak, but still filled with a sort of worry and little fear mixed. He was happy to see Mathias in a whole piece. Only his arm seemed to have taken serious damage. ...Enough damage to be unusable. An arrow of guilt hit him again. His eyes only swept quickly over Lukas, he didn't dare to look at the Norwegian, because of the fear of what he might thought of him. Somehow they seemed different from all the other times he had been close to death as a country. Perhaps more... worried? In a move he originally didn't mean to make he caught eye contact with both of them. More guilt hit him.

Shit, he shouldn't have done that. As soon as he caught both of their blue toned eyes, tears forced their way to his own violet pair. Closing them hard hoping that'd stop them like last time, but they insisted and a single drop travelled down his pale cheek. Murmuring a weak "Sorry", wanting to curl into a ball and disappear. But he was unable to move, his muscles failing him. It would probably hurt too much to curl together right now, anyway. There was no way he could escape them. All he could do was to look down, and colour the white sheets with his tears. "S-sorry" He was somehow able to make it more understandable - and hearable - this time. He opened his mouth several times, trying to say something more. The words escaped him and no sound came over his lips. His breathing had gotten more rasp and hurting due to the crying. Mr. Puffin worriedly pressed itself against his body again, clearly sad about being a small bird that wasn't able to do more than that.

[Lukas Bondevik]

Not long after the clock had struck four, Lukas noticed the room door had opened, and a tall, familiar blonde entered the hospital room. The Norwegian’s gaze didn’t remain on Mathias for long; he just gave the Dane a quick nod of acknowledgement before returning his attention to his brother. The look in his eyes never changed, they had a strange hollowness to them. This was out of character; if they just looked bored or uninterested, then it would be fine. But no; they just looked empty.

Yet, this was the look he had grown accustomed to wearing since the accident.

Even now, although Sigurður was awake, the same look remained. Lukas knew his brother was not out of the woods yet, and he was terrified at the prospect of the Icelander slipping into another coma; he didn’t want to risk losing him again. The boy was still so pale and sick looking; so fragile.The Norwegian hardly noticed when the Dane joined his side, but he felt his bright, annoying smile. It really wasn’t the right time, was it?

Or was Lukas just jealous that he couldn’t smile the same way that Mathias could?

The Icelander still wouldn’t look at them, instead opting for the small black bird at his bedside. It hurt, but Lukas knew that Sigurður had always been a prideful boy, even when he was young, and hated to be a burden. He always tried to hold in his tears, and show that he could take care of himself. Sigurður was probably damning himself for being so naïve at that very moment.

Eventually, the Icelander raised his head from the puffin to let his gaze fall on the other Nordics, yet he wouldn’t meet their eyes. The boys’ own violet bore a mixture of fear and anxiety, and were clouded slightly due to his weak state. They glanced over the Dane, staying on him for a couple of seconds, seeing that he was okay, then turning to the Norwegian for a fleeting second before looking away.

Then the pair of violet orbs was on both of them. Much to Lukas’ surprise, he watched as they filled with tears, adding to his heartache. The Icelander hastily shut them, trying to stop the unshed tears, but they still managed to roll out and down his cheek. Sigurður mumbled a small, almost inaudible “sorry”, before letting his gaze fall down to the bed sheets as more tears tumbled out and splattered onto the white sheets, colouring them a light grey.

“S-sorry.”

It was louder this time, but sounded strained. Not forced, just strained. He continued to stare are the bed sheets as his tears continued on their route, falling thicker and faster as the seconds went by, the puffin pressing itself against him in a small act of comfort.

Lukas could take no more. He walked from his stationary spot beside Mathias to his brothers’ bedside, kneeling beside him. He held out a hand and placed it on the boys’ cheek, letting him acknowledge his presence, before wiping away the Icelander’s tears with his thumb. “Sh… Don’t cry, Sigurður. It’s okay…” he murmured, gently caressing his brothers’ cheek in a comforting gesture. “It’s okay,” he repeated softly, “I’m not angry with you, if that’s what you think.”

He wanted to hug him greatly, but didn’t want to run the risk of making his injuries any worse, so instead settled for his current, simple gesture in an attempt to quell the Icelander’s quiet sobs.

[Mathias Karlsen]

Mathias knew he had made the wrong decision in smiling when he saw the Norwegian tense up slightly, but he couldn't help it. He was just happy that Sigurður was okay. For now at least.

He couldn't understand how Lukas could just stay so expressionless, only hinting now and again with certain gestures when he was feeling strong emotions. The Dane had developed to this but...it was still rather awkward for him. There were times however, when Lukas had outbursts, but that was a rather rare sight to behold.

This time, not one single emotion clouded his eyes.

It hurt Mathias at how the Icelander did not look at them, directly at least, just choosing to give hurried, nervous look overs. He paused at Mathias a little longer than he did with Lukas. The tall blond of coarse expected this for two reasons. The first being that he was there on the night of the attack and he knew that Sigurður would be concerned for his well-being. The second was that Sigurður found it cumbersome to confront his elder sibling after such an event. He was always a bit brash and wanted to uphold his pride, especially in front of his brother.

But then Sigurður met their eyes with his own, cloudy, tired ones. God the amount of physical and emotional pain which he must be going through tore at Mathias. Then the onslaught of tears began, which was another hard hit to the blond's already wavering emotions.

No, he had to stay strong for all of them. The worst thing to happen now was if Mathias also broke down.

Before he knew it Lukas was already at the bedside, offering comfort to the Icelander. Mathias joined him, squatting down at the edge of the bed, a soft smile on his face. He extended his hand out to place it atop of Sigurður's, but the small puffin let off an irritated grunt which made him quickly take his hand away.

"H-hey, Icey, listen to your bro. Everything is fine. We're not mad at ya or anything, 'kay? No need to get upset."

OOC: This isn't as short as it looks.
Stupid website formatting making it look so short. >:U

[Sigurður]

He quickly gave up on fighting the tears, as they all forced their way without giving him a chance. He just looked down, only concentrating on his own breathe. It hurt, both mentally and psychically. His lungs was taking painfully air in to keep up with the crying, that was uneven and came in gasps. His heart felt as if it had grown too big to contain all this, and it could probably pop out of his chest every minute. He swallowed. They came closer and suddenly he could feel a hand on his cheek, removing a tear that had stopped on its way down. Trying to give him some comfort. No matter how much he felt like Lukas shouldn't give him his attention, he couldn't help but to enjoy the gently caress. The comfort fell on a dry spot, yet he couldn't help feel like Lukas shouldn't give him this attention.

Lukas told him it was okay, that he wasn't angry. Mathias joined it, confirming the same thing. Sigurður couldn't believe them, there was no way this was okay. There was no way they had no reason to not be mad at him. How could they not think he had been stupid to go out in a city he didn't know, while it was getting dark. It could have been avoided if he had went to find someone, if he had asked someone on the school. Just because he didn't knew them didn't mean they wouldn't help. Sigurður had just been to shy, and thought it would be fine. Which it turned out not to be. He tried to reply them, but all that came out was sobs that stole his words. He didn't look up at neither of them the whole time he cried.

When he finally seemed to run out of tears. He would have raised his hand to removed the water that remained on his cheeks and under the eye, but the Puffin seemed to have claimed his hand for whatever reason, so he didn't. Deciding that it didn't matter then. Sniffling, he stared at the spotted sheets, eyes emptied from the out flown feelings. "How can you not ... be mad at me?" It wasn't even a question, just his mind that was spoken aloud. Not even realizing before the words at slipped out. He swallowed, not really wanting to confront those two right now. If he ever would be ready to do that.

Somehow he found the courage to look up, his eyes a bit more clear that earlier. The tears hadn't been good for nothing. Meeting a pair of Norwegian deep blue eyes. Sigurður stared back, searching his brothers eyes. To the untrained, they looked indifferent and maybe even cold, but Sigurður could read a bit of concern in the. But that wasn't what he was looking for, he searched for anything that could give at hint of anger. He found nothing.

The violet eyes shifted and laid on Mathias, the brighter blue just seemed to be happy to finally relax after a long time with worry. He felt a bit uneasy again, he guessed it had been worry about him. Opening his mouth. Not sure where to begin, and wanting to know what had happened with the Dane. "...Your arm..." He began murmuring, just audibly, not sure how to ask.

[Lukas Bondevik]

The Norwegian was silent the whole time his brother cried, only moving from his crouched position beside the hospital bed, so he could sit next to the Icelander, who hardly even stirred from the movement. He moved his hand from the boy’s cheek, to his shoulder, then finally to his own lap, sitting with his hands folded, decided to leave his brother be while he sobbed, as his own and Mathias’ presence was comfort enough for the Icelandic teenager.
Eventually, his sobbing was reduced to quiet sniffling and slightly heavier breathing as he recovered from the sudden outflow of emotion. The Icelander continued to stare down at the tear-stained sheets, not willing to look either Nordic in the eye.

"How can you not ... be mad at me?”

“Sigurður…” the Norwegian began; a sigh in his tone of voice. “Why would we be mad? It wasn’t your fault… Yes, it was a stupid idea to go out on your own; Tokyo is a hell of a lot larger than Reykjavík, and you know that.” He stopped himself, hoping he wasn’t upsetting his little brother.

He blinked when he was met with a pair of violet eyes, clearer now, but still slightly watery, looking into his own indigo blue ones. “You should have asked one of us to go with you. I wouldn’t have minded, and I’m sure Mathias would have been more than happy to join you…” he said, glancing over at the Dane, who was crouched at the other side of the hospital bed.

He felt his brother’s eyes scanning him, and he turned back to the younger. “I’m not angry with you, honestly. Don’t get yourself worked up over it.” A ghost of a smile worked itself onto his lips, and it wasn’t his usual smirk. The Norwegian didn’t fight it; his brother always took when his elder sibling smiled as a sign of sincerity.

The Icelander’s eyes turned onto the Dane, looking at his bandaged arm. Lukas kept himself quiet; Mathias could explain this one in whatever way he liked. He just hoped the Danish man wouldn’t overdo the story too much, like he normally done, even if it was by means of lightening the Icelander’s mood.

(I am so sorry for how long it took for this ^_^; I was hoping to have something written for when Nicku got back from Germany, but things didn't quite go as planned, and I've not had a lot of free time for rping over the past few weeks... But, it's here now, right? :'D)

[Mathias Karlsen]

Every tear filled breath which the Icelander took was like another punch to the chest for Mathias. He just hated any of his family being so emotionally torn. Yes that even included Berwald, he held grudges but the Swede was still a part of the Nordic family.

But right now this was just ripping through him and he was slowly breaking down. The Dane bit down on his cheek and started to concentrate on not taking an emotion filled fit. Not now, now was not the time.

Lukas’ comfort technique slowly calmed the Icelander down, and himself. He felt more stable. The smaller blond spoke, Mathias just nodded with him. Yes, he agreed that Sigurður shouldn’t beat himself up about this. Why would they be mad? He didn’t plan to be beaten up in a dark alleyway. And yes, it was a mistake for going out at night in a huge city he didn’t know. “Yeah Icey. I know--” he chuckled “I know I’d be the last person you’d want to go out to the city with, but I would of accepted the offer to go out and just pick up whatever you were wanting to buy.” he beamed a smile at the boy “And I woulda offered buying food too afterwards~”

He watched as violet eyes scanned over his body, lingering a little longer on his damaged arm, then finally resting on his own sapphire eyes.

“…Your arm…”

Oh, he knew this was coming. No doubt Sigurður would of asked about his condition after that night.

“Oh don’t worry! Just a flesh wound, I can handle it~ See?” lifting up his right arm, he wriggled his fingers and moved his arm around the best he could without straining himself. “I’m perfectly fine! Still healing but fine nonetheless~ Anyways, the guy in the alley is probably fairing worse after I broke his nose~” Mathias couldn’t help but feel a little chuffed with how he faired in the alleyway that night. Who knew he would end up winning against someone who had a switch-blade, eh? “But…we haven’t had any news yet if anyone has spotted him yet, but there is still hope! I know they’ll catch him.”

(Okay, you should all know the drill now. This /might/ be my only post for now, since I'll only have a few days in May cause of my exams. :c
But afterwards I'll have time to post!! )