Just something that popped into my head one day.


"Sanosuke Sagara! Stop fidgeting. The way you're acting, it's like you're the one who's going to get poked and prodded."

"Sorry." He mumbled. Megumi looked carefully at her husband. He didn't have a ready retort—that was odd. They didn't jump at each other's throats anymore but he still always had a witty comeback, no less than she. He was a little pale and when she clasped his large hand in hers, it was cold. Megumi stared at him in surprise.

"You really are nervous in waiting rooms, aren't you?"

He nodded, his eyes closed, head tilted back against the wall.

"But you used to come to the clinic all the time and you weren't like this! How come?"

"You were there," he said simply.

Megumi smiled even though he couldn't see it. She kissed his cheek and rested her head on his shoulder.

"My silly toriatama." She whispered affectionately.