Love me Forever
"Thinking back, that birthday, that tragedy all those years ago it's no wander I turned out like this" Hitori lost himself to the memory of his fifth birthday. The image of his father's bloody body still did well to stay in his memory bank even after ten short years. The gift his father did not want him to forget stood true. His slender opaque fingers gripped his narrow forehead as he tried to suppress and gain control of the horrific memory, placing it in the back of his head.
As the result of the train going from 60 to 0 in about five seconds the passengers jolt forwards slightly. Hitori regained his balance and exited onto the platform along with the dozens of others trying to get to work to making a living. Whether it's the young single mother who works two jobs just to keep a roof over her babies head and food in their stomachs. Or perhaps the business man who is too busy with consultations and meetings to enjoy life with his well off family. Hitori thought to himself and chuckled when the thought "Everyone's trying to make a living without actually ever getting the chance to live." With this thought Hitori headed for the Higarashi General Hospital where he was to finish the last twelve hours of his time as an intern.
Closing the two blocks between himself and the hospital Hitori could not stop his instinctual habit of observing people. As his eyes wandered his brain calculated, taking in the girl who seemed to be very upset and caught up on multiple problems; while her boyfriend chatted on the phone as if he didn't have a care in the world. These individuals caught Hitori's keen eye until a group of school girls, probably around the same age as he, seemed to be in an awkward conversation where no one wanted to offend the other. The girls all gave one another a half ass smile, too afraid to voice their own opinion. As Hitori approached the doors to the hospital they generously and without hesitation opened for him. He was greeted with a bone chilling gust of wind that caped his skin offering a welcomed break from the sweltering sun outside. As he walked through the waiting area he noticed a young boy perhaps five, with a gray complexion and swollen eyes. The aura around the boy made it seem as if the reaper of death had been haunting him for days, just waiting while breathing down the poor boys neck. Out of the corner of his eye Hitori noticed an older gentleman in a bathing robe his sunken in, pale face said that he had been through three wars, hell and back many times over.
Hitori unfortunately could not afford to linger on such matters, he had to complete three surgeries and two implants before he could even turn an eye towards the clinic and those in need of cough syrup and antibiotics.
As the hours ticked by Hitori did his absolute best to focus fully while in the operating room. His small gloved hands were covered in blood along with the scalpel his fingers gently yet firmly gripped as he began to remove the appendix of a 32 year old police officer placed on his table. When doing surgeries Hitori found it best to be quick and accurate in order to save time. Despite that most mistook his confidence in that tightly sealed room as arrogance because he was still just an intern. His skill surpassed the majority of surgeons in the area, and for that his position as an intern did not diminish the respect of faculty and staff at the Higaroshi General Hospital.
After patching the officer back up Hitori exited the room, going through the proper sanitation process he then disappeared to the lowest floor on the hospital.
Something about the clinic gave Hitori peace of mind, he felt no pressure while dealing with simple illnesses. Stress was non existent while in the clinic. Unlike other doctors Hitori chose his own clinic patients, when he stepped onto the waiting room floor his eyes scanned the sea of unwell individuals. Only a few seconds passed before he zeroed in on the little boy he had seen sitting there hours ago.
"Why hasn't that boy over there seen a doctor yet?" Hitori's arm leaned against the receptionist desk as his head reluctantly turned, forcing his eyes to relocate. Now observing Sakune he waited for her reply.
"Umm... there is no proof of insurance for the boy, so the doctors are not allowed to see him. They won't leave but there isn't anything we can do. It's sad but it goes against protocol" the chubby, tan brunette glanced at Hitori then back at her screen.
"Send them to room 3 please" Hitori's voice was edged making it clear that the topic was not up for debate.
Only a few minutes wasted away while he waited for the boy to enter his domain. When the door opened a tall lanky woman with sleek black hair, fake nails and a face caped in make-up set the death reeking boy on the paper covered seat. Hitori rolled in front of the boy and smiled gently.
"Now what nasty virus would do something like this to such an adorable kid?" The woman's eyes shot the young intern a gaze full of 'weirdo' vibes. Hitori chuckled and then proceeded with a series of mandatory questions and simple check up tasks. After about a half hour he gave sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose at an attempt to fight off an approaching lash out. He stood, handed the lady a folded sheet of paper and walked off. She read "It's a severe cold, as a parent you should be ashamed of yourself for letting it get to this stage. My suggestion to you is to give him two table spoons of kids cough syrup followed by an ice bath and a bedtime story for the next couple of weeks. If by some crazy chance he doesn't get well bring him back and I'll have another look." Upon reading the note the woman was too baffled for words. She stood there for a few minutes before leaving the hospital. Hitori, finished for the day, began to walk to the exit.
"Hold it!" a loud voice sounded as the woman slithered onto Hitori's path. His brow narrowed, frustraited
"Can I help you" his words cut the air like a katana, the woman said nothing, she stared at Hitori as if she was looking at something truly horrifying. With her jester he walked past the fear stricken woman, leaving for home.
When the automated doors opened to his presence Hitori was greeted by the cool crisp night air. Closing his eyes and inhaling deeply he took one step out of the hospital. When his eyes opened once again they were greeted by a tall, peach toned beauty with thick, silky black hair and gentle lightly toned gray eyes. In that moment Hitori felt as though his heart had started beating for the first time. He stood there a moment, jaw agape, head flustered by the epitome of tall dark and handsome that had just walked past him.