Chapter 4 – Stop it!

Even Inuyasha wasn't surprised of finding himself in the box in just a few seconds. Lately his days went by like this; into the box, out, getting limb restrained, off, box, out... Again and again.

Another thing that didn't surprise him either was that the nurses carried a straightjacket into the room. This version was special; it was made for holding youkais and hanyous. Even a strongest demon couldn't get free from it by theirselves.

And so the fight started, eight nurses vs Inuyasha. And that was a long and harsh battle. First one arm into the sleeve, then another hand into the sleeve, belts buckled. Finally the belts behind his back were buckeld thight, and there he was; lying on the floor on his stomach, tied up, harmless.

"Hiii-opp!" one of the nurse said as they all lift Inuyasha on the limb restaint bed on his back. He didn't need to be tied any other way, but he'd be more comfortable on the bed than on the floor.

Later, as afternoon turned evening Inuyasha had fallen asleep a few times. During all this time there had been a nurse sitting in the box next to him. Now there was a quite young woman nurse, who had been tapping her iPad for all this time. She hadn't said a word to Inuyasha all this time.

Later one white-coat opened the box's door and came in. Inuyasha didn't even glimpse to see who it was. He could smell her; the ward's psychiatrist. An useless creature, who just couldn't stop trying to talk to him. And, of course, that's what she attempted to do now again. The nurse left the room, and the doctor sat down on her chair. She was holding some kind of a form.

"Inuyasha, oh Inuyasha..." she sighed, shaking her head. "We are seeing no progress with you – no kind of. And why is that?"

Inuyasha tried to get some sleep.

"Wouldn't you have anything to tell us? Anything to talk about? Any wishes about your treatment?"

No answer. So she sighed again.

"What are going to do with you?"

"Grrr..." Inuyasha growled and bared his fangs. Admittedly the doctor got a bit scared, but trusted the straightjacket.

The evening snack was over. Some of the patients sat in the living room, watching TV. It was almost 9 PM, so the best programs were to start.

But Kagome couldn't watch TV. She was highly nervous. She had eaten. She really had eated.

At evening snack she wasn't let out without eating. A nurse sat by her side, first asking then urging her to eat, finally threatening her with a naso-gastric tube; something, that Kagome would never want again. It was a tube that was put in her nose all the way down to her stomach, and putting it was really painful. Kagome had had it numerous times.

And so she ate. She broke and ate. Far from enough, but still too much.

The isolation room's door was knocked, and four nurses walked in, one of them being Mitsuhiro, and one had a syringe his his hand. Others wore thick leather gloves, so that the boy wouldn't bite. This was all normal, almost daily. These guys knew how to treat Inuyasha.

First they turned Inuyasha on his stomach and did something that had been already twice before today; pants down, injection on the butt. As Inuyasha went dazed, the nurses started to undo the belts and straps. Trusting, that Inuyasha was now all harmless as medicated, he was let out of the box.

Kagome sat on a sofa at the end of one corridor. She felt suicidal. She thought of where she could get something sharp, to relieve her inner pain somehow. But she couldn't make up anything, as all her stuff was raided when she came here. Not that she even had had anything with her.

But then she knew it – the thumbtacks on the bulletin board.

So there se sat. She wasn't going to do anything that big. Just see a little of her blood. A few drips.

That moment Inuyasha sat right the other side of the ward, alone too, still groggy. He sat on a wide windowsill, banging his forehead slowly against the window.

Suddenly he smelled blood, and his ears jumped up.

Kagome stared at the small cut on her wrist on the verge of tears. Not that it hurt, vice versa. It felt better. She cut again, a lot deeper. She actually pushed the thumbtack in he vein as deep as possible.

But suddenly the girl awoke and turned her eyes at the other side of the corridor. There stood that boy, Inuyasha. He was staring at her with his red eyes, as red as the blood on her wrist. The boy looked like he was about to kill someone. Kagome didn't know what to think. She had never been this close to a demon.

Inuyasha started getting closer to her with slow steps, head forward slanted a little, eyes squinted.

Kagome backed towards the wall. The closer the boy got, the more she wanted to scream, but she couldn't get a sound out of her mouth. She fell into a panic attack and felt her heart pounding hard.

The boy stopped right in front of Kagome and lowered his eyes on the same level as the girl's, so close that she could hear him sniff her. She could feel tears come in her eyes and shut them tightly...

Inuyasha looked at the bleeding cut on the girl's wrist, opened his mouth and whispered quietly, with a low and sharp voice;

"Stop it."

Kagome awoke and opened her eyes. She looked straight at the boy's eyes in the silence. But the silence didn't last for long, as a shout was heard from the other side of the corridor;

"Inuyasha!" That was Miroku. He seemed horrified. "Inuyasha, here, come here! Right now! Help, someone!"

Inuyasha's dog ears tweaked from Kagome, Miroku and back to Kagome

For a one more time the boy gave a look at Kagome. He growled and started slowly walking back towards the white-coats that just arrived at corridor's end. Other of them took the hold of Inuyasha's hand, other ran to Kagome.

"Are you okay?" the nurse asked a little out of breath.

"Yeah", Kagome nodded slowly. "Yeah I am..."

After the incident Kagome was frightened for a long time. But soon she wiped the thumbstack from blood and returned it to the bulletin board. She would not do that again.

Kagome's first night in the ward was horrible. She laid on her bed awake all night. But she was actually used to it. Distressing thoughts filled her mind.

Now she laid on her side. She wasn't actually crying, but tears streamed down her cheeks, wetting the pillow a little. But no sound of crying. She was so tired she felt like she couldn't even lie in her bed, but no, she just couldn't sleep.

Every now and then the room's door opened quietly open a little, and a nurse peeked in. They observed the patients through the nights, to make sure that everyone were in their rooms. Kagome always pretended to be asleep. She didn't want to draw attention.

But as never ending the night felt, finally the alarm clock showed 8 AM. She laid still on her back and listened to the sounds coming from the corridors.

The doors were opened, nurses woke the patients and told them to go for breakfast.

In the breakfast line Kagome was shaking. She didn't want to eat. But while a nurse started making her a breakfast on a tray, the girl fell in despair. She would have to eat. Again.

"Today's a new day, Kagome", that nurse said while she put the tray down on the girl's place on a table. She was the oldest nurse on this ward, named Kaede. She was known inflexible and tight, especially talented in treating difficult patients.

"So, eat up, child. It's good for ye."

"...No..."

"I'm waiting", Kaede said calm and sat opposite the girl. Kagome looked over her shoulder to a table where there was a same kind of a situation going on. Ayame, the superskinny girl, sat face to face with a nurse, not touching her food, crying crying.

"Focus on eating", Kaede urged. Slowly Kagome touched the spoon.

After the breakfast Kagome felt maybe the worst anxiety attack she had ever had before. She felt the cursed food in her stomach. She hated the feeling. She had to get it out. Right now.

So she ran to the corridor where the toilets and shower rooms were. She quickly turned towards the girl's toilet; but the lock was red! It was closed!

Distressed Kagome looked everywhere around her. Not giving much of a thought she ran guickly to boy's toilet. Whatever. She had to hurry.

She slammed the door closed after her, ran to the toilet seat, knelt down, put her fingers down her throat and started to vomit.

She coughed and gagged, no matter how she tried to keep it down. Should she stop? If someone hears? No. Everything has to come out.

After a while Kagome hear the door open a little. Hadn't she locked it? Her heart started pound like crazy. Quickly she turned towards the door to see who it was. She was sure it was a nurse. Now she was in trouble. They would send her into the central hospital to be put in feeding tubes. Never there...!

But the arrival was not a nurse. It was Inuyasha. The boy stood at the doorway, exressionless. They looked at each other for a long time. Kagome had never been this embarrassed and scared at the same time.

Inuyasha tried to clarify the situation. He had been in a hospital for long enough to know why skinny girls run to bathrooms after eating. He knew it wasn't right. Hell no!

"Stop it!" Inuyasha shouted, almost roared. The girl flinched and wiped her mouth on toilet paper. She got up shaking and flushed the toilet. Inuyasha didn't move from the door. He followed every move with his eyes, how the girl washed her hands and wiped them on a towel. Scared, Kagome glanced at Inuyasha every other second. She hoped so much for the boy just to leave. But he didn't move an inch. The girl took a few slow steps towards him. The boy still didn't move.

"M-may I go...?" she asked, shaking a bit. Inuyasha stared at her straight in the eyes, silent. He raised his hand towards her face. He laid his claw against her cheek.

"Stop it", the boy whispered once more and cut a little spot on her cheek. Kagome flinched, even though it didn't really hurt.

Inuyasha withdrew his hand, turned around and walked away.

Kagome stood in the doorway, holding the little cut on her cheek.

"Kagome! What's happened to your cheek?"

"Nothing, nurse..."