Day 8

"Are you sure he was drunk?" I sighed again as the police officer asked us the question once again.

"Yes. I am sure." I sighed, my hands bunching up in fists with irritation. It seemed like the officer wanted to prove us wrong, to make it seem like we're the ones that had made the man drunk and attack us. As if we were stupid enough to ever do that. Yukimura seemed to sense my growing agitation.

"Sir, they were clearly attacked by that foreigner. Akaya accidentally bumped into the man and spilled his drink. That was what started the fight. Even though I know that we were the one that made the first mistake, I am sure that they did not have to pay with so many injuries," he stated. The officer nodded slowly, recording all that down. Finally, he nodded and ushered us out the door, promising to contact us soon.

We walked out of the police station silently. Our footsteps echoed in the hallways and nobody even looked up as we exited. Some kind of security.

"Let's go buy something for Akaya. I hope he's getting better," I suggested to Yukimura. He nodded and we walked side by side into, yes, a candy store. We came out a few minutes later, with a bag full of fuzzy peaches. I wondered what would happen when Akaya finished all that.

When we neared the desk, the nurse looked up at me and smiled, as if she had some sort of secret that was so awesome that she just had to tell me. She directed us to Akaya's room, but not without telling me that one of the doctors had to speak with me. We handed the candies over to Akaya, with Yukimura giving him stern instructions to eat two at the most in one day. I knew that Akaya would never follow that order, though. Especially not if Niou was around.

"Come in, come in!" the doctor called as we knocked on the door. I entered hesitantly, with Yukimura close behind me.

"Akane, I have wonderful news for you! Oh, yes, please do sit down. Would you like some cookies? Or perhaps you would prefer to drink some tea?" he motioned happily. I wondered what had gotten to him.

After politely declining the treats, we sat down and directed our attention to the over- excited man, curious about what he had to say.

"You see, Akane, one of my fellow colleagues has just discovered a new treatment for leukemia. It is way more advanced than the ones now. If his method works, then it could possible treat your leukemia and you would only need to come back for yearly checks and only if you feel discomfort. His team has researched it vigorously and now he would like a few test patients. He emailed me this morning, asking if I knew anyone who would be interested. When he mentioned leukemia, I immediately thought about you. Now, my question is, would you like to try this medicine?" the doctor asked, his dark eyes drilling into me.

I was too shocked to speak for a few moments. Yukimura seemed to be deep in thought beside me. Then, unexpectedly, he grabbed my arm and said, "Akane, you must try it. You have no other good options besides that. I'm sure it will work. You can't just throw away your life!"

However, I wasn't really sure. What if it didn't work? Would I die sooner than the twenty one days that had been given to me? The yearly treatments did sound way better than the weekly ones, though.

"Yes. Tell him that I will be his first test patient," I said slowly as I turned to the doctor, hoping that I wouldn't regret this decision later.