"Shizune, here's your wheelchair," Maya says as she enters the room with a wheelchair, an unusually elegant one for a wheelchair.
It's not really anything special, just a regular wheelchair, but the material seems to be of strange quality for a simple wheelchair. Even the wheel rims appear to be silver.
The part where Maya holds it also seems to be made of mahogany, a relatively expensive, durable, and elegant wood.
"Do you need help?" She asks as I shake my head no, getting up from the bed and taking dragging steps to the wheelchair, holding the armrest to gently sit down.
"Maya, what's wrong with me?" I ask as she moves the wheelchair towards the door.
"What do you mean, Shizune?" She asks, opening the door and wheeling me out, closing it with a small click.
"I... I'm not sure what to say, but I'm hearing voices, colors hurt my eyes, and I feel 'tired' when I walk," I tell her, and she nods.
