//"He's worse now..."//
The group fell quiet.
I sat my fork on my plate, and then slowly stood up from the chair and walked over to Satsuki. "C'mon, I'll go with you." I wrapped my arms around her as she started to cry.
Mitsuki and Hiroshi also jumped from their chairs. Hiroshi called a cab while Mitsuki and I helped Satsuki down the steps. She was still in her house shoes.
"I'll bring you your outdoor shoes," Mitsuki told her. She smiled warmly and helped Satsuki and I into the car. "Hold on a moment, driver."
I watched her disappear up the steps. She soon reappeared with two pairs of shoes -- a pair for me and a pair for Satsuki.
Hiroshi ran breathlessly down the steps and hopped into the front seat. He told the driver the details of where we'd like to go to as we put our shoes on.
We put our house shoes in a bag and agreed on washing them when we'd return home.
I held my stomach, a bit afraid of what the doctors would tell Satsuki. "This is all so unsettling."
Mitsuki nodded, holding Satsuki against her chest. "It's okay." She rubbed her head, being rather mature about the saddening situation.
I sighed and leaned against the window. My eyes didn't focus much and I looked from person to person.
Hiroshi was quiet, and Mitsuki and Satsuki were just holding each other.
I stared out the window, and was the first to notice the rain. "It's raining..." I frowned some. I had forgotten to bring a jacket, as everyone else had, too.
When we arrived, the rain had become heavier. Mitsuki sheltered Satsuki, while Hiroshi had his arms around me. We walked quickly to the hospital's registration desk.
Hiroshi and I sat down on a couch while Satsuki exchanged words with a woman at the desk.
"Is that so?" Mitsuki said from afar. I could tell that there was some type of misunderstanding or problem.
Satsuki yelled, "I have to see him!" She broke out in tears, while everyone just stared at her.
"I'm sorry, miss, but not right now. I understand that they told you to come, but you can't see him yet."
"Why the hell not?!" Mitsuki butted in, leaning over the counter and looking straight into the woman's eyes. Her expression hardened and the woman leaned back.
"Um, you see..." She straightened her posture, the look on her face clearly not being a happy one. "They're trying to stabilize him."
"Stabilize?"
"He went into critical condition." She looked away.
Satsuki was completely still for a few moments, her eyes wide. She didn't say a word.
"Miss?" The woman asked.
"O-oh... sorry..." She nodded slowly, walking over to the couch Hiroshi and I sat on. She wasn't staring at anything in particular as she sat down. Mitsuki was still holding her.
I poked her shoulder gently. "What happened?" I leaned forward just a bit, to see her eyes. They were full of tears that just wouldn't let go.
She shook her head, not saying anything.
Hours and hours passed. Satsuki eventually fell asleep, Mitsuki never leaving her sister's side. I was still up, but Hiroshi was laying his head in my lap. It seemed that everyone was quite tired. I didn't blame them, as it was getting close to the time everyone slept.
When a doctor walked out, no one woke up. I carefully lifted Hiroshi's head from my lap and laid him down on the couch. The doctor quietly helped me to another room.
"May I ask your relation to John?" the doctor whispered.
"I live with him. So do the others here. I'm also a friend of his daughter's." I smiled bitterly, trying to encourage her to entrust the words with me.
She nodded. "He's... regained consciousness. So far, it seems that he is making a recovery," the doctor whispered once more, continuing in the same fashion, "and he may not leave yet. We must run more tests on him and monitor his body's behaviors. We have no idea why he has suddenly become better, but we're hoping that this is a permanent situation."
My eyes opened. I looked up to meet her eyes for the first time, a smile undoubtedly spreading across my lips. "Thank you!!"
"Also, you may return home now. We're sorry we called you out here so late."
I nodded and bowed, then hurried back to the lobby. I poked Satsuki over and over until she woke up. "Hey, Satsukiii."
Satsuki lifted her head, her gaze holding the passion of a woman whose whole family was slottered. "What.. is it?"
I gave her a reassuring smile and hugged her. "He's regained consciousness."
Her face instantly lit up and she jumped from the couch. I walked her into the room that I had chatted in earlier. I found a doctor, who instructed us to John's room.
"D-dad...?" She carefully walked into the room. She did not come too close to the bed, as she was still very wary and scared.
"My, that's the first time you called me that in years." John's eyes opened, although it was apparent that he was quite drowsy and tired.
Satsuki became so happy that her once held-in tears overflowed with no control. She held her hands to her face, unable to hold herself back from sobbing. "I'm so happy... Dad... you have to get better, please..."
He rested his hands in his lap, staring up at his pregnant daughter. "You know me better than that. I ain't goin' down without no fight. Are you pregnant?"
Satsuki stopped sobbing, her eyes blinking. "Th-that was random..." She turned away, quite embarrassed but obviously still happy. "Yes, I'm pregnant..."
He let out a heart-warming chuckle. "Well, it seems Nanaka here is pregnant too. Who's the baby's daddies?"
I blushed. "We, uh.."
Satsuki bit her lip. "Um..."
In unison, we spoke softly, "They have the same daddy."
"What have you gotten yaself into, Satsuki?" he asked. He didn't seem completely serious, yet he had the expression of a disappointed father.
Satsuki flailed around the room, cooing, "It's okay! We've worked out all the details and they'll grow up in a loving... home!"
"I noticed that wasn't very plural."
I wobbled over to Satsuki, grabbing her arms. "It's like she said. We're all living under the same roof, Mitsuki included."
When we finally arrived back home, without John, we were exhausted. Hiroshi decided to take a shower, and Satsuki went to bed. I stayed in the living room, watching a soap opera.
Just as a couple was about to hit the peak of their argument, the television cut off. I stared at the TV, my expression rather blank. I turned to the side, but hands wrapped around my mouth. They were warm, welcoming hands that told me to be calm, but I knew I had to be alert. I tried to scream, but the owner of the hands crawled onto the couch. It was Mitsuki.
I didn't know whether to be calm or crazy. It wasn't someone trying to rob the house, but it was Mitsuki... on top of me.
She removed her hands from my mouth, and pressed her lips against mine. Before long, her tongue entered my mouth. Her arms wrapped around me, and she pressed her thighs against mine. One of her hands trailed down to my panties, her fingers entering me.
I let out a muffled moan, unable to fight her off. I gave up and kissed her back. My hands found their way around her neck as she fingered me harder and faster. Tears streamed down my cheeks; I was so terrified, sad and happy at the same time.
I swore to be faithful to Hiroshi, but I just couldn't be. Not with Mitsuki's love for me, and not with the way I was lusting for her.
Our lips parted, and she whispered, "I love you..."
