Stupid Girl
Part 2

Toshirou was the first to give her an option. Everybody else said she'd be stuck like that forever – in a hospital bed, unable to walk again – and she resented them. She resented Toshirou too, but that was just a farce. She liked him and just didn't want to admit. Even to herself.

He put up with her even longer than Ryoji did. And Ryoji couldn't not put up with her.

That's why she'd made him get the transmitter. He was always so far away. Avoiding her. Living nice and free – though she always made sure to rein him in. It wasn't fair, after all. That even now, even after their good for almost nothing parents were dead, Ryoji wasn't spending every second of the day with her.

That was also their parents fault, though. Not giving them enough access to their inheritance to cover hospital bills and living expenses outside their prison of a house.

Really, it was just enough for the hospital bills and food for one person. If that one person didn't try lavishing himself with anything, seeing as Ryoko was stuck with hospital food unless her brother brought her something more delectable to eat. Which he only did when she ordered her to.

Sometimes, when she was feeling a little sorry for him, she wondered what he'd bring if she didn't always make him. But then he wouldn't show up during her musings and she'd get angry again. And order him there. Because it wasn't fair that he was outside all the time and never got hurt like that and she'd gone out one time and it ended with her unable to walk again.

So when Toshirou gave her an option, she really didn't care what or who it would cost. She just wanted it.

And she cared even less when she heard the girl was Inui Mana. That bitch that had forced her brother out of school. Not that Ryoji had liked school. Not that Ryoko had liked Ryoji going to school. But the only one allowed to hurt her brother was her.

So she felt a tiny bit off-put by the fact that this doctor was perfectly happy to kill someone for their spinal cord – as well as the fact that she was perfectly willing to accept it. But the times she spent glaring out the window at that happy world where people wandered happily and freely were too much. If they were enough to make her hate the brother she'd been born with, then it was more than enough for her to condone murder.

And it wasn't like she didn't already have blood on her hands. From her brother's genitals, when she'd tired of fingering that organ she'd never had out of curiosity and a sense of bitterness because that was all that'd differentiated them back then and cut them with a pair of sharp kitchen scissors.

That was her first hospital admission. And his. And all that money that had shut up the doctors and the records.

But this time it was the doctor offering it. The doctor agreeing.

And she was smiling, almost giddy, for the first time in years.