The uniform wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. They were dark blue scrubs. The pants were a bit long, but Misaki couldn't complain. The women sizes were all too small, so they'd given her the men's size closest to hers. Her sleeves were also rolled up quite a bit, but all in all, in was more comfortable than the maid outfit. Sighing, Misaki quickly pulled her hair into a ponytail and ran out to greet her 'boss'.

The hospital clinic had a eerily calm aura to it and it smelled like anesthetic everywhere. Misaki asked the woman at the desk where volunteers were supposed to meet and got a terrified look in response. Misaki sighed. She'd heard the rumors. Apparently, the first time she came to the hospital, she knocked over a schizophrenic patient in the hallway. The patient was ranting about the devil coming to kill her for days after that and now everyone thought she was...well...evil. The nurse was speaking so softly that Misaki had to lean in to hear her. 'Room 1' of the clinic wasn't empty. 2 other people, waited in there.

There was a young girl with long orange hair, lying on the examination table, back to the door. Misaki could only assume she was sleeping. She was probably shorter than Misaki because she was wearing the woman's pink scrubs. There was a man who looked only a little older than Misaki, messing with a stethoscope. He was rather tall and had really tanned skin. He had short black hair and several piercings on each ear, some on his eyebrows too. Misaki shuffled silently inside and leaned against the examination table, waiting for the doctor to come in and tell them what to do.

They didn't have to wait very long. When the doctor came in, Misaki was surprised. She had been expecting someone around Dr Miura's age, but this woman only looked around 20. She had thin black-rimmed glasses and was extremely tall for a Japanese woman. She had light brown hair that was swept up into a high ponytail and a scowl that could only be perceived as annoyance.

"Okay ladies," she began sarcastically, "lets get to work."


Misaki practically dragged herself to school the next Monday morning. Her eyes were shadowed, though she managed to cover it up a bit by washing her face. She was relieved that she didn't have any council work or part-time job that day, but just walking into the hospital was tiring. As soon as Misaki set foot on Seika High's grounds, her 'demon-mode' kicked in and she just whizzed through to the classroom. She made it in time for homeroom and plopped herself down in her seat. Little did she know, Takumi was watching her intently.

Today, he thought, I'll find what's up with her. Takumi observed her throughout the day. She seemed weary, but her attention was focused only on work. He found that she took a detour at lunch and went to sleep up on the roof. That's unusual. He silently opened the roof door and was hit with a hard gust of wind. The sound of rustling cloth caused Misaki to snap up and she was suddenly awake.

"Who's there?" came Misaki's irritated voice.

"Chill." he called out, climbing the ladder up to the higher platform. "It's just me."

Once he'd reached the platform, Takumi lay down and stretched out across the cement like a cat on a carpet. As his eyes drooped closed, he watched as Misaki's shadow washed over him. He snapped them open just in time to see her bend over, hand on hips.

"What are you doing here, Usui?" she asked irritated.

Not at all swayed by her threatening tone, Takumi sunk his eyes closed. "Sleeping." he replied simply. "What does it look like I'm doing? Dancing?"

After waiting a couple minutes with his eyes closed, he was surprised that he was not greeted with a kick or a horribly formed threat. Opening his eyes, he found Misaki sleeping on the other end of the small square platform, back towards him. He sat up, but instead of his usual smirk, Takumi could feel an amused smile pulling on his lips as he watched her sleeping form. She really was out of it. He could only imagine what she would have done to him had she not been so tired. He silently walked over and sat by her side. Peeking over her narrow frame, Takumi found that she really was sleeping. As he watched her breathe in and out silently, he slipped out of his blazer and draped it over her. Then he slowly got up and climbed back down the ladder. As he closed the roof door behind him, only one wish made itself clear to him.

"Get well soon, Pres."


When class was dismissed, Misaki was still yawning. Before heading to the locker-room, she caught Yukimura and Kanou in the council room and reminded them to finish up the preparations for the Open House by Thursday. Sluggishly, Misaki made her way to the locker-room and grabbed her coat and outdoor shoes. It was only then that she noticed she was wearing two blazers. She slipped off the outer one and checked for a nametag. "Usui T." Was written behind the wrist of a sleeve. Sighing in annoyance, Misaki shoved the blazer into her bookbag and slipped on her coat.

Streching as she exited the building, Misaki slapped both of her cheeks to wake herself up and dragged herself off the school grounds. There was a mild fog that had built up since that morning, and as soon as Misaki walked down into the metro station, she found it hard to breathe. She gulped down the meagre amount of oxygen and stepped into the metro car. Little did she know Takumi was watching her.

He'd been following her since she left the school. Usually she'd have noticed him already, but she was so exhausted she didn't notice. As the car got more and more packed, she found herself nearly gasping for air. Slowly, her eyelids drooped and her limbs suddenly felt heavy. In a flash she passed out. Takumi barely managed to catch her. It took a moment to notice something hanging from her bookbag. It seemed that the jolt of her fall caused it to slip out. It was a blue sleeve with the ends rolled up. Nurse's scrubs.