Fujisaki Nagihiko was a normal nineteen year old boy. He attended Seiyo Hospital as one of its hard-working interns, ready to become the next doctor. As a child, he had quite the ability to empathize really well, and had been recommended for his field quite often.
Working under the psychiatric ward had lots of benefits, and the area could use help from people like him. He was a friendly person, no doubt, and the patients warmed up to him really easily, making his job just that easier.
He remembered his first day, meeting new inters, just like him, fresh out of college just waiting to be set free, to learn and to grow and to harness their skills. The sheer intensity of the hospital walls being nothing but white had gotten to him that first day and it had made his head spin. The two months he'd spent working there was able to cure the dizziness and now he felt fine and dandy.
Nagihiko did his job well, maybe too good for his own level. That's why, his mind went into a cataclysmic frenzy as he tried to reason out what he was doing standing behind a tightly closed door. No, it wasn't beneath him to be set on a specific patient, to care for him or her. It would most probably be one of the long-term patients, unable to go home.
He was fine with that, though. What bothered him was the door. The color white seemed to be mocking him, as if trying to taunt him into opening it. It seemed as if he couldn't do so.
The orders from the head nurse had been very simple. He'd been asked to visit a patient in room two hundred twenty six, bring her lunch, check on her well-being and observe. What he didn't expect was the heavy silence draping his shoulders as he stood there in the corridor.
He knew her, that much was obvious. She had gone to the same school as him, although they were in different sections. She was a lower-section student, but got good grades nonetheless. A student council member, the secretary to be exact. She lead through programs and events and all that jazz that any good and memorable student performed.
So what was she doing here?
Nagihiko shifted his weight from his left foot onto his right, he needed more time to think. It didn't do well for him to burst into the room all fake smiles and such because the patients saw through them, particularly, he was sure that this patient would see through his. The people in their ward had to be sincere, otherwise the patient would react badly, the most recent case had ended up in a doctor being sent to his own OR to be operated on.
Shaking his head, Nagihiko sighed. He felt foolish for being scared to enter the room when she probably couldn't even remember who he was. High school had been so long ago, elementary longer still. There was no need for him to worry, over thinking things just killed someone sometimes.
Glancing at his watch, he steadied himself and raised a hand to grip the doorknob, he'd better get in there fast. Her soup had gone cold.
AN: Like it? Hate it? Yeah... it's short... I guess, but I've never been good with prologues in the first place. Would appreciate it if someone could become my BETA reader. Constructive criticism is much appreciated.