Katsu laid in a bed in the examination room, groaning as he stirred himself awake. After a quick survey of his body, he found that all the areas where glass had hurt him had been removed, and bandaged up.

"Hey."

He looked up and saw Yukia standing in the doorway, cleanly dressed and carrying a tray.

"I brought you some lunch." He carried it over and set it across Katsu.

Katsu stared at Yukia as if he was astounded. He sat up, but found that with one leg that wasn't working, it was hard to move.

"I could have amputated your leg," Yukia admitted. "But I managed to save it. You're going to have a long recovery ahead of you. A lot of the muscle had been shredded."

Katsu sipped from the bowl of miso soup and frowned, sticking out his tongue.

"Hazama, this tastes like shit."

"And I'll charge you for your food and board, too, if you're not careful about what you say to me," Yukia responded dryly, rolling his eyes. He got up and pulled the blinds open, allowing the sunlight to trickle in. "You already are going to have to pay me back for that operation."

Katsu snorted. "With what?"

"Um, with money? I'm a freelance surgeon—er, well my father is, and we used his equipment to help you. It's damn expensive. I'm going to need about 500,000 yen for that leg of yours. I'm sure that even my own dad would find that cheap."

"The whole entire town was devastated by the damn typhoon, you baka. I can't pay you!"

"Then why did you come up the hill?" Yukia demanded, glaring at him. "And quit calling me an idiot! Shouldn't you be a little more grateful to the person who saved your life, you jerk?"

Katsu once again snorted and rolled his eyes. "I came up the hill because I was dying. Your house is the only house that is intact in the whole town. Must be made out of steel or something."

Yukia took a stethoscope off of a table behind him and inserted the knobs into his ears and pressed the cold steel to Katsu's chest. Katsu winced in response and glared at Yukia.

"Hey! Aren't you listening to me?"

"Yes, I am, and your heart is working fairly well," Yukia said with a faint smile.

"There's people in town that are dying! Aren't you going to help them?"

"Well… I mean, if they don't have any money… I am a freelance surgeon after all."

"You are unlicensed!" Katsu growled, clenching his teeth together. "There's a huge damn difference! Quit acting like you're not a criminal!"

"Ooh, a criminal," Yukia smirked, leaning back in his chair. "Look, after all the crap you've given me over the years, you're lucky that I've got a moral code that told me that I should save you."

He stood up and laughed a little. Katsu glared at him in disgust. Yukia rolled his eyes at Katsu's expression.

"Oh my God, drama queen. I'm going to help. I had to check in on you first before I took off." Yukia turned around and packed the stethoscope into his suitcase, which was filled with a few other surgical instruments. It was a spare of his father's. He snapped the suitcase closed with a satisfactory smile.

"You stay here and keep recovering. I'll be back in a while with a few buddies for you."

"Hey! Wait!" Katsu thundered angrily, and Yukia winced at the sound of his voice and turned around.

Katsu looked towards Yukia pleadingly. "You have to save my dad. He's trapped underneath some stuff at our old house. I couldn't get him out, so I came here for help. He's probably dead by now."

Yukia nodded seriously. "I'll go there first. Don't worry."

He headed out of the examination room and headed to the front of the house. Outside, Kiriko had prepared his bike for him.

"You're going to bike into town?" he asked. "How are you going to get patients back?"

"I got the bubble if I need it," Yukia answered. "I'll try to find a car in town if I can. But I got to get down there."

Yukia laid the suitcase behind his seat on a metal bed. He strapped it down and then climbed on the bike and carefully headed down the hill. The tires slashed through the mud and threw it up and around in the air. He focused on getting down as slowly and safely as possible. As soon as he had gone down the hill, he found that the ground was less slippery. The town was in sight.

Well, what had been a town was in sight. The buildings were basically wiped out, and the streets had been flooded. Rubble was piled up in tall towers, spattered with trash. He could see people hobbling through the town, and the sound of a baby screaming. As he entered, he drove around a streetlight that had been uprooted and laid across the road, the light pushed in through the window of a destroyed second floor of a house. Large chunks of trees rolled around in the street. People walking through the ankle high water looked over towards Yukia, their faces unreadable. They watched him, warily, as he biked through and headed towards Katsu's house.

Out in the front of Katsu's house stood a portly woman with bloodied arms. She stood in front of her house, wailing as a few men tried helplessly to roll a car off of the body of a heavyset man that Yukia knew was Katsu's father, Mr. Watanabe.

"Stand back!" Yukia cried out, hopping off his bike and kicking the kickstand into the dirt. He rushed forward with his suitcase and headed to Mr. Watanabe.

He was soaked with sweat and his face had been caked with dirt. He recognized Yukia, and his eyes narrowed into unfriendly slits.

"Where is my son?" he rasped.

"I helped him. He's at my house, recovering." He looked over at Mrs. Watanabe and nodded to her. "Do you know if there's any other doctor in the town that could help me?"

"No," Mrs. Watanabe whispered, shaking her head as she struggled to not cry. "No, no one has seen him since yesterday afternoon. We think he's dead."

Yukia set his jaw. "So I'm completely alone in this."

He removed a pair of gloves from his suitcase and snapped them on over his hands. He then removed a scalpel and crouched down by Mr. Watanabe.

"Hey!" Mr. Watanabe, who laid on the ground on his belly, flailed like a fish in protest. "What the hell are you doing?!"

Yukia removed an anesthetic from his suitcase and clicked the button on the syringe to allow it to release a little. The men who had been helping stood back nervously. The material that laid across Mr. Watanabe's legs was heavy and crushed him to the earth. Yukia wrinkled his nose as he saw the crumpled legs that had basically folded into themselves. Amputation was definitely an option that was a clear course of action.

"First of all, before I operate, I must ask if you are going to be willing to pay my fees."

Mr. Watanabe grumbled underneath his breath. His wife approached Yukia and nodded earnestly, her fists clenched in determination.

"Whatever it takes! Please, save my husband!"

Yukia injected the general anesthetic into Watanabe's lower region, which would make him numb from the waist down if he wasn't already. Yukia then removed his scalpel and prepared to make an incision.

"Personally, Mr. Watanabe, I don't think that I can save your leg. It's going to be really hard, based off of what skill I have."

Watanabe whimpered in response. Yukia narrowed his eyes and then made the incision below Watanabe's knee.

"I need you guys to keep trying to roll this off of him—but go backwards, don't go over his head. I'm trying to amputate his leg in a few parts so I can salvage it."

"Amputate it?"

"I'm going to need a lot of ice!" Yukia shouted out. "So, if you can find it, let me know."

"The ice cream shoppe!" someone shouted, and a group of people went rushing off.

Yukia's scalpel sliced cleanly into the skin, muscle. It was the bone that he was going to have to work around. He managed to cut the bone too, but it was going to be hard to reattach the two ends.

"We couldn't find any ice," a man shouted as they returned.

Yukia nodded. "Mr. Watanabe, I'm afraid that I'm not going to able to save your legs."

"Ohh…" Watanabe groaned, and he could tell that the man was going to start crying.

"I'm very sorry," Yukia mumbled. He finished severing both legs below the knee, and then sewed the extra skin all around it.

"I'm going to need somebody to carry him up the hill to my home," Yukia announced, standing up and removing his gloves. "Be very careful. Take him to my uncle, and he should take care of him and make sure I did everything correct."

"Thank you!" The missus blubbered, chasing after the two men that were carrying Watanabe at a fast pace up the hill.

When Yukia raised his head, he found that a bunch of people had now surrounded him. He blinked in disbelief as one by one; people who had considered him taboo now approached him and begged him to assist them.

Yukia performed each necessary medicinal first aid procedure as was required, and sent each patient up to the house. He removed glass, set broken bones, and fixed dislocated limbs. He even helped a young woman who had damaged her eyes, which unfortunately, he could also not salvage.

At the end of the day, when Yukia was biking back up the hill, he found that at least a third of the town's population (the people who lived closest to him) had gathered on the lawn outside his house and made camp. People were stretching out blankets and some were starting fires.

Kiriko stood on the porch, his arms crossed. "Yukia, what have you done!?"

A steady stream of people trickled in and out of the house. Makoto and Haruna were hanging around on the porch, waving to their brother and welcoming him home as he approached. Yukia raised his head and offered his uncle a sheepish grin as he pushed the bike up against the side of the house.

"I've been busy all day long, I'll have you know."

"You better not have killed anyone."

"How dare you," Kiriko cried out furiously. "I did my duty as a doctor and gave them the necessary treatment. I'm not just going to execute people needlessly—"

"Thanks, Uncle." Yukia said with a warm smile as he climbed up the steps.

Kiriko cracked his knuckles and frustrated, shook his head at Yukia's disheveled appearance.

"You have blood all over you. Go shower immediately."

Yukia was thankful for the warm shower, which was working as well. He had noticed that his house was the only one that had any running water. He figured the house must have been hooked up to its own private well or something. People had gathered in the kitchen and were helping themselves to glasses full of water, which he could have very well charged them for.

When he exited the bathroom and changed into cleaner clothes, he found that Katsu was waiting outside the door for him, propped up on a pair of crutches.

"I wanted to thank you for what you did for my dad."

Yukia shrugged his shoulders and passed by him without a second thought. Katsu narrowed his eyes and hobbled after him.

"Hey! Are you even listening to me?"

Yukia headed into his bedroom, which had been occupied by a few people. They now left when they saw him entering the room.

"I said thank you, you dork!"

"You still have to pay me. For both of your operations, that'll be about 900,000 yen."

"900,000?! Are you kidding me?!" Katsu roared. "Hey, I heard that you were charging people cheaper prices! What the hell gives?"

"Your family is made of money, Katsu. Even in the time of a crisis. It doesn't even really matter," Yukia said, flopping down on his bed in exhaustion. He yawned and stretched his arms above his head.

"Oh my God. Here I was, thinking that I was going to be friendly, and of course, even you screw it up. Typical Hazama."

He sat down on Yukia's desk chair and his muscles flexed as he clutched onto his crutches.

"You're still here?" Yukia grumbled, barely opening an eye to glare at him. "You shouldn't even be up."

"You're the one who told me that I have to go through therapy or whatever for my leg. Why not start now?"

"Uh, because I just performed a surgery on you today?" Yukia retorted.

"You don't get it. My legs are to me what your hands are probably to you," Katsu sneered. "I need them for baseball, so I have to fix my leg as soon as possible."

Yukia was silent then, stunned by his level of determination. He thought that Katsu had just been a spoiled, whiny rich kid. Apparently he had an independent bone in his body. Katsu sat there with a hard look on his face, staring down at the floor. He might have been embarrassed by what he just said.

"If you'll let me sleep, I'll accept your apology," Yukia responded finally, sighing heavily as he relaxed his body once again.

And silently, Katsu got up, hobbled out of the room, and the door squeaked shut as it closed.