IceHeart: This is my first fanfiction. For those who are reading this, I thank you and I hope you'll enjoy.
Garnet: In other words, this might be very OOC.
Akira: Maybe, but it's definitely AU!
Garnet: For all those wondering who made this atrocity, you should now turn to lay your eyes upon IceHeart.
Akira: IceHeart-chan!
IceHeart: Yes, well, let's continue. I can't guarantee that there will be no bad lanuage in this, but I will try to avoid it.
Akira: IceHeart-chan does not own Inuyasha or any of its characters!
Garnet: She does, however, own her own mind and her unsaid words.
Akira: Which is what fanfiction is for, right?
Garnet: No.
Kagome rushed through the halls, glancing at the numbers on the doors as she passed. She was getting out of breath, but she didn't care. The door numbered 311 finally came into view, and she wasted no time hesitating before she burst through and ran over to the bed.
"Mama!" she panted, her eyes closed from the pain of having ran all the way to the hospital from the school. "Are you okay?"
There was the sound of something shifting, and then nothing but silence. She opened her eyes, expecting to see the smiling face of her mother, and instead found herself looking at a boy.
He was frail and pale, and generally quite sickly looking. His eyes, although they were watching her, seemed to have trouble focusing. His long black hair fell limply around him, and it appeared to be a strain for him to simply sit up. From what she could see, he was wearing pure white pyjamas. He was covered in sweat, apparently from his fever.
His mouth moved to try and form words and, after a few attempts, he managed to croak out something that sounded like, "Who are you?"
It took her a moment to work out what he had asked, and she spent a few moments more taking in his appearance before she answered.
"I'm Kagome Higurashi," she said slowly. "Sorry to barge in like this, I was just..."
She stopped what she was saying, at long last noticing the sleeping woman in the bed along. As strange as it was to have two patients in one room, she thought nothing more of it. All thoughts of the boy were forgotten, and she went to stand over the lady.
"Mama," she whispered, gently nudging said person. "Mama, it's me, Kagome."
Her mother stirred a little, and then half opened her eyes to see her daughter.
"Hello, Kagome," Mrs Higurashi said, smiling weakly. "Did you have a nice day at school?"
"That doesn't matter," said Kagome, shaking her head. "Mama, you overworked yourself again!"
The woman chuckled a little, and then coughed.
"Kagome, be a dear and pour me a glass of water, would you?" Mrs Higurashi whispered, pointing to the jug and the cups on the bedside table.
Kagome did as she was told and carefully handed her mother the cup. She remembered how the boy's voice had sounded dry and poured a second cup, turning to give it to him.
He had fallen asleep, with a book that he had previously been trying to read slumped against his head. His blankets were slipping off to one side, leaving one leg and half of his torso exposed to the cold. One hand was still holding the book, and the other arm was lying carelessly at his side.
Sighing, she placed the water back on the table and proceeded to tidy him up. She took the book away and put in on the table, put his limbs back where they should be, and sorted the blankets. At least whatever illness he had wouldn't get worse. She could hear her mother chuckling behind her.
"His name is Inuyasha Yoko," Mrs Higurashi said happily. "He's lived in the hospital his whole life; he's too weak to leave. But, nevertheless, he's a kind boy. I talked to him a bit before you came."
Kagome gazed at him for a moment, then shrugged and turned around, going back to join her mother.