I'm very sorry about this ;A; In my head the story would go a little different but I'm okay with this.

Firstly I have to say that I am going to write a sequel if I ever manage to finish this one. Only the sequel will be more adult stuff so yeah x3

anyway I tried to update it at x-mas and well here it's still x-mas [for another day though] so I'm still on time yey

for now please enjoy the story ^~^

Chapter 4: Unreal

One morning Shindou opened his eyes, he noticed something. He actually noticed something for the first time in days. Not that he really liked it since it was his head which hurt like hell, but he was glad he noticed it. It was a symptom that he was actually still alive.

For the first time Shindou took a look around in the room he was in. The walls were cream coloured and the curtains were mint. On the ceiling there was an U-shaped railing with on Shindou's left and right side another pair of curtains which could probably – to Shindou's guess – close if needed.

The room looked really familiar to him but he couldn't place it very well. He didn't get much time to get accustomed to his because a nurse got into his rooms and would tell him that he was going to leave soon.

She opened the door and smiled as she came in. "How are we feeling today?" she asked cheerfully. Shindou groaned and shifted his neck a little. "More or less alive," he mumbled. She nodded and picked a stencil from her map. "That's good because today will be a big day for you!" she smiled and started to explain without even waiting for a reply from Shindou.

"We will have to say goodbye to you here" she paused a second to sniff before she continued, Shindou was confused. Why was she crying? Before he could think further she continued, "today since you'll be moved to the Tokyo Academic Hospital where they will help you further with your rehabilitation."

Shindou didn't understand one bit of what she said, only that he was leaving soon. He just nodded in response.

The nurse opened the door. "Assistant surgeon Fuyuka will accompany you during your trip. She will be with you the entire time" she told him while another woman walked into the room. She smiled at Shindou before her expression changed.

"You're..." she whispered.

Kirino was sitting in his hearing college that day. He felt excited but also rather stupid. Yesterday he confessed he took the call which was actually meant for his teacher. To his surprise Makoshima wasn't mad, he laughed and told Kirino that he should be happy it was the Inazuma hospital instead of his wife. Kirino had awkwardly scratched the back of his head and apologized before he left with his head entirely coloured red of shame.

"Kirino" someone tugged his arm. This brought him back to earth and he looked at his classmate. When the girl gave a small nod to the teacher Kirino's head shot up. Don't daydream in class Ranmaru!

The teacher pointed at a sentence written on the blackboard. "And, mister Kirino, how is this reflex called again?" This was super easy for him, middle school stuff. The knee jerk reflex, also known as the patellar reflex. It's caused by a small hammer to check the functioning of the nervous system. A little impulse causes the lower leg to kick involuntarily. It's something that goes without the control of your brain.

However, the knee jerk reflex doesn't occur in a few conditions, for example paraplegia where the nerve or nerves in the spinal cord are damaged. The nerves beneath the damaged part are figuratively dead and don't function anymore. That's why people with paraplegia are not able to feel or move their legs.

Shindou shook the hand of his companion. Or at least he tried to. The corset made of plaster around his chest and waist made it almost impossible for him to move any part of him body. His painful head didn't help him either. When he finally succeeded in taking her hand and lightly shaking it with trembling fingers, he couldn't help but notice another thing.

Her warmth reached the skin op his hand palm. It felt like she knew him. Or it seemed like. Her eyes were looking for a sign of recognition in Shindou. This only made him confused. His hands started shaking and so did his eyelids. The woman let go of his hand and Shindou tried to cover his eyes by his hands to stop them from trembling.

The woman didn't look the least surprised. "Hello mister Shindou, I'm Ono Fuyuka from the Tokyo Academic Hospital. Do you know where you are?" Shindou looked around with a pair of dull orbs. They had told him, but where was he really again? Fuyuka took this as a no and started explaining the situation again.

"You see mister Shindou, you can't stay here in this hospital because here they don't have the techniques to help you. That's why I'm going to bring you to the Tokyo Academic Hospital where you'll be treated by Doctor Anderson and Doctor Kirino."

She looked on her watch and told Shindou they had to go, the ambulance they were going by was ready. Two other nurses from the section pulled Shindou's bed off the brakes and transported him to the elevator.

They had travelled by ambulance with Shindou tightly fastened to the brancard with snap locks. The brunette had fallen asleep due to a quite exhausting morning. His brian hadn't been really active for a few days and still had an aftertaste of his severe concussion. Fuyuka had tried to talk to him for a short time, but stopped when she noticed that Shindou's replies were getting shorter and he was dozing off. Not long after that he was peacefully asleep.

After his hearing college Kirino saw his homeroom teacher standing in the doorway. When he recieved a small gesture from him Kirino knew what he meant.

He was here.

And without thinking Kirino followed Makoshima to the other side of the hospital, the side where the ambulance entrance was. Kirino watched as a young woman with purple hair handed Shindou's dossier over to Doctor Makoshima. He approached the two when his teacher gestured him by waving his hand back and forth. "This is doctor Ono Fuyuka from the Tokyo Academic Hospital". Kirino felt the doctor's hand on his back and looked down in response. After patting his back a few times, he introduced the physiotherapist in training. "This is Kirino Ranmaru, our best student of the physiotherapy classes in history of this hospital" he praised.

"I'm not really..." Kirino protested and brushed Makoshima's hand off his back. He opened his mouth to undo the words Makoshima said, but suddenly his attention was caught by the ambulance behind Fuyuka. He was silent for a second before he changed the subject. "Where is he?" Kirino asked Fuyuka. "Shindou Takuto?" she replied with another question. Kirino nodded and inspected the inside of the ambulance. He had never really seen one on the inside and he wondered if he should be happy for that. The doctors in there arrive first at bloody accidents and crime scenes. Or maybe he watched too much tv. Kirino wasn't really fond of blood, honestly he couldn't even stand it so he'd rather stay with his physiotherapy than to help at the emergency care.

"They transferred him to his new room where they're momentarily taking care of him," Fuyuka told him then, "it hasn't been too long since he was on the medium care." Kirino's breath faltered and he cleared his throat to mask his worries from them. Patients in critique and unstable conditions would go to the intensive care. People with less live threatening conditions stay in a lower section; the medium care. However these people are still weak and fragile so there has to be taken care of them twenty-four hours a day as well.

As much as he wanted to run to Shindou's room and see him, embrace him and maybe even kiss him, Kirino accepted that he had to wait. Getting impatient would be suspicious and he didn't want anyone to learn that he knew Shindou, no matter how selfish that was.

Makoshima browsed through Shindou's dossier and raised an eyebrow. "Shouldn't doctor Anderson be here by now?" he asked, "we were asked to come, why isn't he here?" Fuyuka stood now next to Kirino's teacher and looked and the place where he placed his finger. Probably on the picture or some information about doctor Anderson, Kirino thought. He wasn't really interested in doctor Anderson honestly, thinking he had nothing to do with that person. If he only knew how wrong he was.

"No," Fuyuka replied, "doctor Anderson is in his private Clinique at this very moment. He'll be here later today to meet his patient." She turned to Kirino. "I want you to be in the room during the meeting, of course you also have to meet him yourself but place yourself into the shoes of your patient. Think of what he's gone through and be careful, naturally doctor Anderson will help you as Shindou's psychiatrist." Kirino nodded in response to the assistant surgeon.

Kirinio's teacher clapped his hands, "well then Kirino, you have to be at the nurse room at five o'clock. We'll assemble there and look through mister Shindou's dossier together with doctor Anderson. Now you have to go back to your classes."

Kirino said goodbye to the two and walked back to the other side of the hospital. In the doorway of his next class stood Kariya, ready to hear Kirino out about Shindou.

Shindou had been transferred to the rehabilitation section of the Tokyo Academic Hospital. Since he got there his brains finally started to awaken a little. Nurses came to guide him from the ambulance through several corridors to his new room. He had to admit he got a little disoriented and dizzy from the turns, the only time he could recover a little was in the elevator. He wondered what had happened in the past few days, the only thing he remembered before waking up in the hospital was water, a crash, his head banging into something that felt like concrete and air being pressed out of his lungs. Then how did he end up here?

Honestly Shindou hadn't been feeling worse than this the past few days. Even though he didn't remember much from them. The trip by ambulance wasn't one to repeat as well, he complained about headaches and nausea a couple of times and eventually fell into a deep slumber. Once he woke up they had already arrived the ambulance entrance of the Tokyo Academic Hospital. Fuyuka told him she would probably frequently see him around. He didn't understand why she said that but accepted that asking wouldn't lead to better answers.

Talking about answers, the brunette has enough questions. However he didn't have much time to daydream about them. A couple of nurses had entered the room and asked Shindou if they could examine him. He told them that they could do whatever they had to do.

The first and oldest introduced himself as Gouenji Katsuya, it was a man with dark grey hair with some weird highlights and a rather dark skin. He wore glasses and a white coat like everyone else. Behind him stood a young woman, he introduced her as one of his students. "She isn't going to examine you, mister Shindou, she will only watch and make notes for your dossier which we will hand over to your psychiatrist and physiotherapist later today." He smiled to Shindou and asked his student to close the curtain around Shindou's bed which make him feel trapped and he stared and the doctor with his eyes wide open.

"Shall we start with your head? You must've hit it quite hard" Katsuya asked him. Shindou nodded and decided that he could trust him. He pushed himself up with his arms, leaning on them to make space for Doctor Shuuya to look at his head. Katsuya started to unwind the bandage from his head. When he was done doing so he folded the bandage and Shindou looked at the bloody cloth in horror, shocked to see his own blood on it. Katsuya put in on the desk next to the bed. Shindou could see all kinds of materials on it, a mini flashlight, a scissor, a fresh bandage and some tape. Katsuya carried a stethoscope around his neck and the brunette wondered if he was going to use it.

The doctor leaned a bit forward so make sure he could reach Shindou's head well enough and inspected the wound on the right side of his head. Shindou tried to look at doctor Shuuya's face but the latter placed two fingers on his patient's cheek and told him to keep his head still. He could feel the doctor's experienced fingers inspect his head as Katsuya leaned closer. He sighed deeply, "that's one nasty wound. Give me some alcohol please." His student brought him a little bottle - with alcohol Shindou assumed. But it wasn't to drink, the doctor poured a some on a pluck of cotton wool. "This could sting a little, but that's normal" he warned Shindou and started to clean the wound. At first Shindou didn't feel anything, only the alcohol absorbing the warmth of his head. Then, he felt it. Stinging pains on the right side of his head. He took a deep breath and tried to think of something to ignore the pain.

Katsuya took another pluck of cotton wool and pressed it against Shindou's head. When he removed it Shindou saw a part of the white pluck had turned red. He wasn't sure if it was his suddenly throbbing head or a fear of blood, but either way the strength flowed out of his arms and he fell back. Shindou saw his surroundings change, the walls turned into waterfalls and filled the room with water. The doctor and his assistant turned into dark, wooden groynes. He took large gulps of air for as long as his head wasn't in the water. The water grew slowly but surely darker and darker as it filled the hospital chamber.

Doctor Shuuya dropped everything in his hands and placed his hands on each side of Shindou's face, looking into his patient's eyes. He then pulled away and took the flashlight of the desk. His student watched as he turned it on and shone into the brunette's eye. A moment later he turned it off and put his hand on the boy's forehead. "He's experiencing hallucinations" he told his assistant. "Probably caused by his trauma."

Slowly shaking the boy, he tried to help him back to his senses, "come on kid. Can you hear me?"

ermm I hope it looks like I learned something from the tips to make it slower and I think it turned out kind of wel idk?please review with whatever you think of it