Chapter 4
I somehow ended up lying beneath him, his head on my stomach, listening to the inner workings; I think he fell asleep a couple of minutes after that. He must have been really tired, or so worked up on those pills that he no longer had control over his sleeping habits. Within all the years of building up his business, he had seemed no need to sleep, a fact that I was often jealous of struggling to juggle a job and med school and just trying to stay awake in class.
Mamoru was a top businessman, do-hickey, I never really learned, which wasn't to say I wasn't interested in it, but all I really knew was he dealt with the mass floral companies, he owned all of the really nice ones and pitted prices against each other so he'd always get the money because nobody ever realized they were all one chain. That was still legal in Japan, so Mamoru used it to his advantage. The first store he ever opened was the Rose palace, and it really did look like a palace made out of roses.
About an hour later, he was still the only one asleep, which was generally the opposite or we both were. The doctor came in and raised an eyebrow at the situation, I shrugged as best as I could, and he let it drop. "How's the patient coming along?"
"I changed his bandages, and he seems to be a fast learner, he lost his eye sight, but he's learning how to cope with that. He told me that he'd never get his eye sight back, I realize he can jump to only one conclusion and stick with it sometimes, so what's your take on it?"
"My take?" The doctor asked. "He'll be fine, it's one of those ones where it's temporarily gone, but has a high chance of resurfacing at a random time. How'd you get him to allow you to take his bandages off, he seemed rather self-conscious and worried about being perceived as weak with them."
"Old family secret." I winked. "If you have any more trouble with him though, tell him to knock it off or I'll beat his ass."
"I don't think that's very good for your patient,' a groggy voice sounded at her waist.
"Yeah, well who asked you anyways?" I mocked. "Anyways, you aren't my patient."
"I wish I were though." He reached out and followed the line of my neck to my jaw and rested his hand upon my cheek. "I wouldn't mind such a pretty girl for a doctor, not at all..."
"Not that you can even see said pretty girl. Besides, if you ever needed plastic surgery, you'd get your wish. But that can be arranged, you might need a plastic surgeon if you don't knock of your attitude." I slipped out from underneath him. "Well now that you're awake, and the doctor's here, I can go look for my pager." I gave a smile to the doctor, I've never really dealt with him before, and we were still feeling out where the other one started and the one ended.
"I'll take care of him." The doctor realized that there was closeness between us, the two friends, and he had to be considerate of it.
"You hear that Mamoru? The doctor just promised me that he'd take care of you, you don't want him to break his promise to me do you? Now be good." I kissed his cheek, although he tried to turn his head at the last minute.
"Now Chiba-san, I'll be removing the bandages for now, ok? We'll be seeing what the status is." Mamoru nodded his head dutifully sensing that I had not left the room, and as soon as the door closed a loud shatter could be heard. A male nurse rushed by me into the room to help out with the unsettled patient, I shook my head in amusement.