Author's Note: Just an idea I had because I was at the hospital earlier today for my mom. Everything is fine for anyone who is a little too curious... but thanks to my mom I hope I get a good story out of this. Please Review. Thank You
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The horrid color of the curtains.
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The smell of sickness and death.
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A horrible feeling in the air.
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Someone must be dying…
The steady and a repetitive beat of the heart monitor continued its course in this room. It was a single, perfect chorus until…
"Where is he?"
A loud crash, the sound of something breaking synced with the yelling voice.
"Sir, please, we need you to calm down and wait." A more collected speaker said as men grabbed the guest's arms holding and pulling him back.
"Fuck you! What room is he in? Tell Me!" Struggling against the hold the man yelled.
A man grabbed his radio and pressed it to his lips frantically. "Ah Michael we have a-" The trespasser snatched the device from the other's hand and held it to his own loud mouth.
"Forget it!" Within seconds the radio was crushed in his palm. Angry eyes faced terrified individuals. "I will ask again! Where is Izaya's-" His vision slowly faded, not even noticing the syringe that was now acquainted with his shoulder.
With a thud the beast fell to the ground. Men in white gripped him by his clothes and dragged the knocked out body to a wheel chair. Placing him in the chair one of the men spoke up. "Who the hell is this guy?" They spoke out of breathe.
"Shizuo Heiwajima."
"What?" Instant fear took over the man's face, creating his expression of fear.
"Yeah, he wanted to see that Orihara guy. I couldn't imagine why, but most likely to kill him." The fact was so just put out there. The head doctor knew that these two were always going at each other's throats since day one. Seeing this display was nothing new to him, but today. Today seemed a bit different, it didn't really seem that Shizuo was trying to harm Izaya. Strangely it was like he was trying to save him, to be at his side. It was all very strange indeed.
"Kill him?" Shock replaced his horror displacement of fear.
"Shit yeah. Don't you know about the guardian of Ikebukuro and the informant Izaya Orihara? Hell you live in the city."
A small, fragile voice broke the two men from their seemly now, not private conversation.
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"Shizu-chan…"