Two years passed.

There, isn't that easy to say?

The days would go past slowly, Kagome never got any visitors.

The nurses would always ask if there was anyone she wanted to contact, but she would always refuse.

They had tracked down her parents, but there were complications.

So, every day, after his rounds, InuYasha would always at least stick his head in the door to check on her, before moving on to his next appointment.

He worked with her, keeping her muscles in shape.

Because of there being only contusions to the thoratic vertebrae, she had the ability to still control her diaphragm, and keep her heart beating, but unfortunately not a lot else.

They slowly became friends, he as her doctor, where they could talk about anything, from the crappy food to the latest prank that the other doctor, Miroku had pulled.

Until a particularly uneventful thursday afternoon.

InuYasha had walked into the room, examining an x-ray against the light streaming in through the window on the way in.

'Watcha got there, doc?'

He fell into the chair next to her with a whump, and paused in his examining to glance at her with a glare.

'You know, Sango's only just stopped calling me that. Did you have to pick it up?'

'Of course.'

He shook his head slowly, and returned to his examining.

She waited, then said; 'looks like a spine.'

'It is.'

'Anyone I know?'

'Yep.'

'Who's?'

'Yours.'

'But what's it telling you?'

'It says that your thoratic vertebrae is healing nicely.'

She stared at him. 'So I'll be able to move soon?'

'Sort of. Your lumbar vertebrae will take a lot longer to heal, but eventually, you will walk again.'

'You promise?'

He looked back at her for what seemed like a long time. 'I promise.'

She smiled a soft smile, then closed her eyes.

He glanced up from the semi-opaque sheet, and saw it.

She kind of does look pretty.

'So what's the first thing you're gonna do when you can move again?'

She frowned slightly, thinking hard. 'Hmmm. I'm not sure. I've kind of forgotten what it feels like to wiggle my toes again.'

'Don't worry, you'll get it back, eventually.'

'Eventually.' She repeated, then sighed slightly.

There was a pause, before she spoke again. 'But the first thing I'd do would be to go outside, and feel the dirt under my feet again.'

'Yeah?'

'Absolutely.'

'Well then, I'll make sure that happens.'

She looked over at him, and smiled. 'Thanks.'

He grinned back, and a phone went off on his person, he pulled it out quickly.

'Right, it looks like I'm needed elsewhere.'

'Alright. See you later then.'

He stood, and left quickly, hurrying back over to the orthopediatrics sector, through the admin block and upstairs.

He pulled out his phone to check the text again, and headed up the final set of stairs.

There's your next appointment here waiting for-WHUMP.

'God dammit.'

He'd fallen up the stairs again, and he could only hope that Kikyou hadn't heard it.

He strode over to the sector, where a fellow with a cast encasing most of his leg was waiting impatiently, and Kikyou standing behind her desk.

'Ten steps, InuYasha.'

'Yeah yeah.' He snatched at the folder she was handing him. 'Now, Mr, Watanabe? What can I-'

He stood up, reaching for his crutches. 'I'm here to get my leg fixed, aren't I? That's what I made my booking for when I sliced open the damn thing?'

Inwardly, he sighed and gave the guy the finger. 'Of course. Come on through.'

He helped the man into his office, and Kikyou sat back down at her desk, shaking her head slightly.

Sango's door opened, and Miroku stepped out, carrying some papers.

'Don't think I don't know what's going on.' Kikyou said dryly, without looking up from her computer and adjusting her headset.

'Huh?' Miroku asked.

He disappeared back into his office for a second, there was a slight thump, then reemerged without his papers. 'What are you talking about?'

He moved across to her desk and leant on it, and she sighed.

'You shouldn't dump the stack like that, you'll have to straighten it afterwards, and it crinkles the paper. The photocopier hates it when people does that.'

'Since when do you speak photocopier?'

'Since first year uni. I speak it fluently. But you're avoiding the topic.' She said, turning to look at him.

'Which is…?'

'I know why you go into her lair personally and not have her come out with those papers.'

He stared at her for a long moment. 'What? No, nothing of the sort.'

She raised an eyebrow at him.

'Oh, really? We've got nothing against relationships here, you know. We're not exactly Grey's Anatomy. We just have a habit of not particularly caring.'

'I know that.' He said shortly.

She shrugged.

'What, are you afraid that Doctor InuYasha's going to find out?'

'No!'

Sighing slightly, she laced her fingers together and leant her head on them. 'No one cared that InuYasha and I were going out, all those years ago, you know. Even though you tormented him almost non-stop.' She paused. 'Alright, I can see the validation there.'

He nodded slightly, but then caught himself, and tried to pass it off as scratching his nose.

'"Revenge is a bitch", or as the saying goes.'

'I know. I can't believe he glad-wrapped my entire car because I covered his ceiling in sticky-notes with pickup lines in them.'


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