Essence-
Disclaimer; Don't own the anime, I own zeh plot!
Summery: Read n' find out. D:
Note: Kiley is a made up character, KEEP THIS IN MIND! ;D I OWNZ HERRR! 33
Math class was boring; As usually, same old crap, different day. Getting in trouble for the fifth spit ball shot, having to write my name on the board; Tyson. Oh, that's my name by the way; Tyson. I guess when it comes to a name like that, many people think of that healthy food? The brand name, Tyson? I wish people didn't think of chicken nuggets when my name was brought to their attention, but that's life. I was tearing off a clump of paper raising it to my mouth when I noticed my best friend, Kiley wasn't joining in on the fun.
She's usually chewing paper with me, we'd have a contest to see who could hit the teacher on the forehead, but today, she just wasn't into it. Her dark crimson eyes trailed my way, and stopped. It was almost as if then, I had a feeling something wasn't right at all. I sank in my chair, not taking my eyes away from her's. What was the problem? She was fine a mi--.. Wait.. No, she wasn't, now that I thought of it; She hadn't made any wise crack jokes, or thumped me over the head at all today. It's a wonder I didn't even notice!
The bell signalled our dismissal, and out flew all the kids; All but me, and Kiley, who was taking her time gathering things into her book bag. Now would be a great time for a well thought, settle approach.
"Kiley!" I already screwed up. The dark blue haired girl looked up from her items. A cocked eyebrow said all, so I sloppily continued.
"You seem off.." I caught my voice trailing once her look changed from that settle upset glance, into a sheer look of remorse. My heart took a plunge, as if it forgot how to beat again. Kiley, the happy go lucky girl, always fun to hang with, always smart-alick, so cheerful.. Well you get the picture, was now fighting the tears from overcoming her eyes.
I didn't know what exactly to assume, assumptions wasn't my great ordeal. That's probably why I got that low math grade in probability.. I never saw a point in it, probability.. Blah, the only probable thing is what's gonna happen, otherwise it won't, no if ands, nor buts about it. So, anyways, there she was, in a mess, and I didn't know what more to say or do. So I did what any friend would do: I placed a relaxed hand on her shoulder. A look of concern flushed my face. Kiley stood, shrugging my hand off her shoulder blade. It was convincingly obvious she didn't want that kind of comfort. So, I awkwardly drew my hand back, like a kicked puppy.
"My brother's in the hospital.." She announced, vagely. My reaction to that? Well--.. Utter discomfort, and a case of bad indigestion, but um.. Not from the comment, but something else, anyway! I didn't know what to say to that; At loss for words. I almost kicked myself, I am never good with comforting, ever. It just wasn't my thing. I took a deep breath to collect myself.
"What happened?" Maybe it wasn't best to ask that question. She never did answer it though, in any case she was continuing shoving books into her bag, now throwing it over her shoulder. So I gave it another shot; Different question this time.
"What are you going to do?" She looked up at me, stopping what she was doing, as if I had stupid taped to my brow.
"I'm going to visit him at the hospital.." She turned to leave, without thinking, I made an offer. "Do you need company?" She turned to tack a look on me. I never knew her brother, nor his name, but it was the least to do, for a friend.
At the doctor's office, the wait was unbearable! Even if it was thirty seconds! Worst thirty seconds ever! I couldn't stop my right leg from bobbing up and down, nor could I resist the urge to stalk a certain doctor who was hovered over a clip board, just to read what notes he'd scribbled down. At long last, Kiley and I got the room number for her brother's room. Room Nine. For some reason, Kiley turned to me, and growled a warning.
"Don't touch anything." She mouthed, I withdrew myself back a few steps, keen to avoid those burning eyes of her's. She pushed open the door, and I absently followed. At first, the sight was hard to choke down, a boy close to our age reclined in the hospital bed, a breathing mask clamped to his pale face. His eyes were closed, but shut so serene. Even though a essence of discomfort clouded his cheeks, the blue hair of his muffled against the pillow held a slight hint of life to it. There was something about him.. His arms so dully folded across his still chest, tubes snaked from his right wrist to a machine that fed him I.V, his blue bangs spilled over his bandaged forehead.
Kiley snaked over the cords on the ground, and avoided the tray of food next to the hospital bed, to sit at the edge, a gentle calming smile was crested on her lips.
"Hey, Kai.." She softly spoke, her small had caressing his cheek. Without getting an answer, she continued, talking as if he were conscious.
"Mother is worried sick about you at home.. And you know things usually.." I watched her for some short time.. I never really believed when people were unconscious, they could hear things around them. So, I felt pretty ashamed when I had a thought come into mind: Kiley has lost it. She continued to talk, but her words drifted, sounding shaken. I watched helplessly, as tears sprinkled the bedding over her brother. There, Kiley literally lost it; She crumpled up over her brother, sobbing. My heart sank. I didn't know what to do, and it killed me, more than anything.. Even worse than my last report card.
"I.. I gotta go home.." She turned, without giving me a second glance, and brushed past me. Leaving me in a room with a half dead kid.
I turned on my heel, about to exit, when a feeling of guilt battled in my chest. You can't just leave! It protested. "Yeah, well.. I don't even know the guy.." I quietly argued back.. Great, I'm talking to myself. Running my tongue over my dry cracked lips, I stole a glance at the male resting in bed. Well, might as well. I scrambled towards his bedside, staring down at the blue haired male.
"Er... Hello.. Eheh, yeah; Sorry, never held a conversation with a.. You know, person in comatose.. Uh, how's it going?" I paused. "Oh that's right, er, um.. You probably don't know me, I'm your sister's best friend, Tyson.." I blinked at his unmoving figure. Why was I expecting a reaction??
Curiosity overpowering me, my hand itched across the sleeping figure. My dad always said when a person is dieing, they feel cold. Once my fingertips brushed against his palm, such a warmth spread through my whole hand. He wasn't cold at all.. I tilted my head, almost confused. Did the same theory applied to people in a coma? Or.. Is he having a fever? I moved my hand from his and placed my knuckles lightly on his forehead. Holding it there, I waited to be sure.. His forehead was burning up.
I was pretty close to hollaring for a nurse, when I heard a soft grunt. My head whipped right back in the male's genral direction. His eyelids looked stressed and clampped tightly closed, then.. They began to lift. A cry of shock was lodged in my throat, unwilling to come out, but my reaction was slow. The male was first to make a startled shout. And I drew my hand back as if it had been bitten.
"Who... Who are.." The male couldn't finish. I almost grinned, proud that I was smart enough to know, that I was right about people not being able to hear in comatose. I introduced myself before.. Time to start over.
"I'm your sister's friend, Tyson." I slowly explained myself. Now looking at him awake, I could see similar features towards his sister. Dark yet bright crimson eyes, messy blue hair, and a somewhat identical facial expression.
"Tyson..?" The male repeated, as if unsure if I was real or not, a dazed look vibrantly took hold of his eye color.
"Yes, uh.. Nice to meet you!" I said, almost too cheerful, to the poor, confused male. He looked down at his hands, in a moment of thought, his chest rising and falling, to provide enough air his lungs demanded. He looked a little shocked still yet.
"My sister-.. Where is she?" I looked at him, he didn't glance back up at me, if I didn't know any better, I would've guessed he was shy. Well, I didn't know any better, so I made that guess anyway.
"She just left..-- Uh.."
"Kai.." He finished for me. I nodded, taking the name into memory bank; Though odds are, I wasn't gonna memorize it. Or remember it the next time, if I meet him again. Kai drew a shaky breath, he didn't look like he was in the propper condition to be sitting up. He was hugging his stomach, panicked. A pained expression lapsed his features. Unsure what I should do, I placed both of my hands on each of his shoulders, easing him back down to rest against the pillow.
"Easy now.."
His eyes locked absently at the ceiling, his expression was a little more calmer now. More so weak, than anything else.
"Damn.." He breathed. I couldn't help but feel concerned, without glancing back, I shoved a gestured thumb behind me at the doorway.
"Want me to get the nurse?" I asked, his eyes slowly followed onto me. His weak stare was making me feel uncomfortable. I never have seen a person so ill, until that day. It sort of freaked me out a bit.
"I'm.. Fine.." He paced his words with such effort. I wasn't that much convinced. But I kept my mouth shut, not too many people like nurses, for many reasons, even I understand. Especially the creepy old ones. I found myself shuddering. He seemed to have noticed.
"Cold?" He questioned, but couldn't really add anything to the unfinished, yet self explanatory question. I glanced across towards him, then laughed awkwardly.
"Nope, just thinking, s'all!" I was quick to say. Kai wrinkled his nose; I guess he doesn't really understand me all that much.
"You're.. Some kind of weird.." He replied. I sheepishly fumbled a chuckle. I get that so often, it doesn't bother me as much. But much to my surprise, the corner of his lips were lifted in a smile.