Chapter 2 - Inuyasha
Inuyasha laid on the isolation room's floor (even though there was the limb restrainting bed) and stared at the ceiling, where rays of light shone though the window blinds. There's no way he'd count the rays nor ceiling tiles. He had counted all of them, and not just once.
Inuyasha's head was filled with dark thoughts. And that happened always when he was hungry. And now he was famished. He had been in the box ever since morning, and had attacked every nurse, who tried to bring him food.
It was now or never that he'd attack a nurse. And eat the whole guy. Whatever. If he just could get something to eat.
Inuyasha raised his hand towards the ceiling and turned it around, examining it from every corner. Then...
"Rrryah!" With a speed of light jumped up from the floor and slashed the concrete wall with his sharp claws. But because he was a hanyou, it didn't hurt.
Five more scratches joined the old ones, most of them made by who else than Inuyasha.
"Everyone ready?" one white-coat asked beyond Inuyasha's isolation room. There were six white-coats (four humans and two youkais) as a crowd. Eveyone had got ready for a fight by wearing protective covering, mostly leather gloves, and three of them had syringes in their hands. Inuyasha had to get out with no-one dying.
Of course these white-coats thought that Inuyasha had no idea of the fact that the nurses were there, behind the door, with the drugs. But hell yeah he knew;
he could smell not only them, but also the medicine in the syringes. This time it was sedatives, strong ones.
The door was opened calmly, and the ray on light showed Inuyasha in the pitch black room. He sat in the corner, calm. His dog ears jumped up towards the arrivals.
"Alright now, Inuyasha..." one of the nurses spoke calmly as they started slowly getting the boy hands and syringes up. Inuyasha didn't move an inch, but got ready for a fight from the inside. But the white-coats knew him too well.
And so Inuyasha got up, now standing his back against the wall. He stared at the nurses. They started getting closer and closer, but Inuyasha didn't do anything.
But then, one of the syringe-nurses made a big mistake - she tried to sting the boy without anyone holding him still. And this led to a war. Inuyasha bit one nurse's hand, stomped one on the floor and gave a few nurses some scrathes.
Finally they got a firm grip of Inuyasha, they put Inuyasha on the bed on his stomach, pulled his pants down, and when the injection had been given, the war was over. Inuyasha was all dozy. He was harmless, so he didn't need to be put in a straight jacket nor even leave in the isolation room.
Inuyasha was led out of the box. Very feebly Inuyasha stood on his own, but soon crashed against the wall. He was so faint that all his energy was used keeping him up: attacking anyone would be out of question. And that was the point of the medication.
"Come for some evening snack", Inuyasha's most known nurse, his own nurse, called Mitsuhiro, said and grabbed the boy's arn, leading him out of the north corridor to the main corridor, and from there, to the dining room.
The dazed Inuyasha sat down on one of those many tables, to the chair where he always sat. Slackly Inuyasha leaned his head towards the windowsill, staring at nothing. He was barely concious.
Soon Mitsuhiro arrived to Inuyasha and sat down next to him. He had a plate of oatmeal, which was eaten here every single morning and evening. The man started to spood the oatmeal in Inuyasha's mouth. Whatever, did the food come from from a tuble, by being fed by a nurse, or just by his own hands. Just as long as it came.
Besides, in the ward K10-3, which was the third floor of building K10, there was no kind of pride nor embarrassment. Some of the patients were that much of "cuckoo" that they didn't mind, how they looked like, what kind of a picture they gave from themselves, or what it felt to be attacked. The patients were weird and violent, but what else? This was the ward for the most sickest mentally ill.
Even Inuyasha coudn't care less for being in a super unstylish hospital pajamas, without socks, and being fed. It actually wasn't very rare, because when he was hardly medicated, strapped in bed or wearing the straight jacket, he had to be fed.
After the evening snack Miroku gave the boy a dose of his daily medicine. Then they walked slowly through the ward together, all the way to Inuyasha's room.
"Easy, easy..." Mitsuhiro calmed the boy during the way, because Inuyasha was putting back his ears and growling a bit. But Mitsuhiro knew Inuyasha the best in this hospital. He had been his own nurse ever since childrens ward, eight years ago. You could see from Inuyasha, too, that he trusted the man more than any other nurse in here.
Miroku laid on his bed, reading a book, when suddenly the door opened. The man lift his eyes off the book and...
"Hallelujah! Inuyasha! You're alive!" Miroku shouted out cheerfully, but when he saw how dazed the boy was, he gave an angry look at the nurse – again they had drugged the poor boy.
"Good night", Mitsuhiro greeted before leaving, and closed the door. Miroku's murdering gaze could have burned a hole in the door, but he calmed down and sighed.
"So, you were in the isolation box? Me too", Miroku told Inuyasha, who laid on his bed like a dead fish, face towards the wall. He didn't answer. He closed his eyes to fall asleep. What a hell of a day.