Hello, all! I know that this chapter is supposed to be the chapter with the
whole Kikyou/Inuyasha/Kagome confrontation, but I don't want to write it.
just yet. I was going to let my friend Namek Nail Girl write it, but I was
just suddenly struck with my angle, maybe she'll write another chapter.
Oh, yes. This chapter is a little random, and it has a lot to do with the ending, which you will hate me for anywayz. Yes, that's what I decided to do, end this story incredibly sadly so that everyone on the internet will hate Icee.
But let's not focus on the ending right now, let's focus on this chapter. Okay, so I had to make you people wait for the drama, so I came up with this. It's a little off the subject, but as I said, it'll be incredibly important later on down the line. So, I'm warning you, read this chapter with caution. You'll all hate me when you're through with it anyway.
Chapter 13: Tests Rin's POV (I wrote one in her POV, but it sucked I deleted it and never posted it. Just so you know. For n e one who cares. MOVING ON!!!)
I watched in amusement as Osugawa-kun drag Kagome off. That girl was as drunk as a dog, and I was having too much fun enjoying her irate behavior to consider dragging her back to her dorm. Oh well! She's got Osugawa-kun.I thought.
Weaving my way through the crowd, I walked over to Sango. "You look as sick as Kagome was drunk, Sango-chan." It was true. She was pale and sweaty and clutching her stomach with agony written all over her face. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I just shouldn't have drank anything, you know?" she replied somewhat responsively.
"I think we'd better take you to the nurse's." I said, slowly pulling her to her feet.
But she shook her head quickly. "No! I'm fine, really." She insisted.
I could tell that she was just covering up; that there was something deeper than that. "No, you're not. I'm going to take you to the nurses'!" I slung her free arm over my shoulder, supporting most of her weight. "Mou, Sango- chan! You're heavy!"
Sango's head just rolled on her neck and she said something about metabolism. I searched for someone, anyone who wasn't partying, to give me a hand. And then, I spotted him. It was that Miroku guy. I just happen to be good with names. "Hey! You!" it him a while, but he finally realized I was talking to him. I waved him over.
"Hello." He said, a bit confused.
"Yeah, yeah. I need your help." And without waiting for his reply, I shifted some of Sango's weight onto him, catching him off guard.
"Um, is she okay?" he asked.
"Stupid question." I simply said.
"Hey, isn't this.?" his voice trailed off, probably trying to remember her face. "What did she do? Was her drink spiked?" he asked with a little more concern than would be expected.
"I don't think so. She only had half a bottle of beer, and this is how she ends up. We've gotta get her to the nurse before she gets even sicker." I explained quickly. He nodded his understanding.
"Wah..?" Sango murmured. "Where are we going, Rin-chan?" she asked. "And why is this bumpkin here?" she asked a little alarmed.
"We're going to the nurse. You're as sick as a dog."
"It's almost three in the morning. Won't the nurse be sleep?" she replied groggily.
"Then we'll wake her up." Came a new voice to the conversation. Sango shifted her gaze to Miroku, who flashed a small smile. Making love connections, even when she's sick. I shook my head at the thought.
~*~*~*~
Nurse Mii, after much grumbling complaining and cursing got out of bed and put on her robe. "You crazy kids. irresponsible.reckless.getting drunk.the nerve!" was what she kept mumbling to herself while getting out her supplies.
"Mii-san, Sango-chan is not drunk. She is sick." Miroku corrected with politeness.
Nurse Mii just shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Whatever." She made Sango sit on a bed and drew the curtain as me and Miroku sat in the waiting area. "Say 'AAAAAA'." I heard her say, as well as other things.
When she finally did slip from behind the covers, her expression was not happy. Something about it had changed; it wasn't angry, more like sad, or worse, pity. "Um, Nurse Mii-san, what's wrong with Sango-chan?" I asked timidly.
Nurse Mii didn't respond immediately at first. "I'm afraid. she'll have to go to the hospital."
We were all silent, no one budged an inch. "The hospital?" came Sango's frail voice.
"If my diagnostic is correct, and I pray that it isn't, then yes, you will definitely have to go to the hospital." She replied gravely.
"Well, then what's wrong with me?"
Nurse Mii didn't say anything this time, only shook her head. "I want you kids to drive to New Catholic Hospital and have her admitted. Young man, go with them I don't want them out alone." She said, then kicked us out.
"We'll take Inuyasha's car." Miroku replied quickly. I thought for a minute that he would mind, but not if this was something serious.
~*~*~*~
When we arrived at the hospital, we described her symptoms and the brief details Nurse Mii told us to a doctor. "Okay." He said with a monotone expression.
She was put on a stretcher and put in a small room. "This bites." She moaned.
"Sango, we just want to make sure you're okay." I said.
"I know, but if I'm fine and I just ate something that happened to disagree with me, don't tell Kagome, okay?" she asked.
I thought it rather strange that she wouldn't want her best friend to know about something like this. "Why?"
"B-because. Just because." She replied shortly, twiddling her thumbs and staring at the thin blankets.
I was going to draw out the conversation when someone came in. "Hello, I'm Dr. Miller!" she said rather cheerfully, given the circumstances. "And you, my dear, must be Sango."
Sango nodded and smiled, somewhat. "Hai. Nice to meet you Dr. Miller."
She regarded us with a nod and moved to sit on the edge of her bed. "Okay, I'll start by asking some questions, so I can see what we're dealing with." She flipped out a pad and jotted something down before speaking. "So, could you first describe how you feel?"
"Well, my stomach is a little unsettled, I've got a killer headache and sometimes I get a bit dizzy. My vision also tends to blur from time to time." She said.
Dr. Miller nodded and wrote that down, I guess. "And exactly how long have you been feeling like this? I mean, I gather that you were at a party. Were you feeling crummy before or after, or what?"
She seemed to be deep in thought. "It was just here." She said.
Me and Miroku shot her a reproving glance, and Dr. Miller noticed it. "Anything either of you would like to add?"
"Yeah." Miroku said, his eyes never leaving her face. "She collapsed earlier today."
Sango blushed. "I forgot about that." she admitted. How could she have forgotten about that? I wondered. I half thought she was lying, for some reason or other.
Dr. miller nodded and wrote something else down. "Okay, dear. I am going to get you into a room, and then we'll run some tests." She said and left.
"You forgot?" I asked with uncertainty.
"Yes." She said rather defensively, once again twiddling her thumbs.
"Sango-san, how long have you been feeling ill?" Miroku asked from his position near the window.
"Gee, I don't know." she said. "I guess it's been kind of recent. I've always been fine." She seemed unwilling to meet any of our gazes, and I wondered why that was.
"Sango, are you sure?" I asked, resting a reassuring hand on top of hers.
"Hai." She said barely above a whisper.
~*~*~*~*~
I glanced sleepily at the clock on the wall of the waiting room. It was 5:43 in the morning. They were running another test, and I was starting to worry. "They'd have kicked her out if they didn't think anything was wrong with her." Miroku said. Maybe he was reading my mind.
"You can leave now, you know."
At first, he didn't respond. But when he did, it surprised me. "I know, but I won't. I'm curious. Besides, I'm not just going to leave Sango-san." He smirked at my expression.
I finally managed to close my mouth. "Well, that's incredibly noble of you."
"I'm not trying to be noble." He stated simply.
I was about to ask him what that was supposed to mean when the nurse came down the hall. "We're all done!" she smiled brightly. "You can go see her now,"
We walked to her room and found her flipping through T.V. stations. She face had regained its healthy color, and she looked all round much better than a few hours ago. "Hey!" she greeted us cheerily.
"You're all right!" I smiled back and rushed to give her a hug.
"Yeah, I'm fine." She then turned her attention to Miroku, who was leaning in the doorway and glancing down the hall absently. "Hey." She said to get his attention.
"Huh?" he asked, confused at first. "Oh, you're up!" he said with a grin.
"I just wanted to say thanks for helping us and stuff." She stumbled a little to say that.
"Oh, it's no trouble. I love to help a couple of damsels in distress! You should know that." Miroku came to stand right behind me- a big mistake for him.
Sango blushed and looked away, not noticing me flip him over for groping me. "Jerk!" I yelled, and Sango's head swiveled around.
"He tried to grope you, didn't he?!" she pointed an accusing finger at him. "I knew he was a bumpkin head!!" she shouted.
"What are you talking about?" he asked innocently with swirly eyes. "I simply bumped into the young lady."
"Liar!" I hissed. "That was intentional!" I was about ready to pound him into the ground when a nurse poked her head in.
"Excuse me, but could you quiet down? Our patients are trying to sleep." She scolded.
"Uh, sorry." I bowed and dropped the perv on the spot. "We'll be quiet." The nurse nodded and left as quickly as she had come. "See? You made us get in trouble!" I fired at Miroku once he was steady on his feet.
He opened his mouth to defend himself when Dr. Miller came in. "You three are pretty energized to have been awake so long." She laughed. "We've run some tests, and we'll have to wait for about a week for the results to come back. So, since I know you're a student and all, we're not going to keep you here. You just have to fill out some paperwork and we'll release you and then you can go get some rest. But if you start to feel any of your earlier symptoms, CALL ME IMMEDIATELY!" she said sternly, handing Sango a card. "That's my personal number right there, and the other is the triage's number."
"Okay, thanks." Sango said and Dr. Miller waved before she disappeared out the door. "I'm ready to go. I'm beat."
"I hear you sister; staying at the hospital with you is know game!" I joked.
"Hey!" she growled and threw a pillow at me, which I threw back. "Hey! You can't throw pillows at the sick!" she laughed.
"Oh, a pillow fight. What fun. May I join?" Miroku asked from his chair near the door.
"No, you bumpkin! Now get out!!!" Sango yelled as she launched an apple at his head, missing it by inches.
"Sheesh! It was only a question. A simple 'no' would've been fine." He grumbled as he went out and shut the door behind him.
I must say that I never expected my author's note to get so many more reviews. I would like to thank all who responded to my tantrum and that I'm back on a roll!! Oh yes, and let's not have that 2 month 'vacation' because I received an inadequate amount of reviews, 'kay?
Oh, yes. This chapter is a little random, and it has a lot to do with the ending, which you will hate me for anywayz. Yes, that's what I decided to do, end this story incredibly sadly so that everyone on the internet will hate Icee.
But let's not focus on the ending right now, let's focus on this chapter. Okay, so I had to make you people wait for the drama, so I came up with this. It's a little off the subject, but as I said, it'll be incredibly important later on down the line. So, I'm warning you, read this chapter with caution. You'll all hate me when you're through with it anyway.
Chapter 13: Tests Rin's POV (I wrote one in her POV, but it sucked I deleted it and never posted it. Just so you know. For n e one who cares. MOVING ON!!!)
I watched in amusement as Osugawa-kun drag Kagome off. That girl was as drunk as a dog, and I was having too much fun enjoying her irate behavior to consider dragging her back to her dorm. Oh well! She's got Osugawa-kun.I thought.
Weaving my way through the crowd, I walked over to Sango. "You look as sick as Kagome was drunk, Sango-chan." It was true. She was pale and sweaty and clutching her stomach with agony written all over her face. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I just shouldn't have drank anything, you know?" she replied somewhat responsively.
"I think we'd better take you to the nurse's." I said, slowly pulling her to her feet.
But she shook her head quickly. "No! I'm fine, really." She insisted.
I could tell that she was just covering up; that there was something deeper than that. "No, you're not. I'm going to take you to the nurses'!" I slung her free arm over my shoulder, supporting most of her weight. "Mou, Sango- chan! You're heavy!"
Sango's head just rolled on her neck and she said something about metabolism. I searched for someone, anyone who wasn't partying, to give me a hand. And then, I spotted him. It was that Miroku guy. I just happen to be good with names. "Hey! You!" it him a while, but he finally realized I was talking to him. I waved him over.
"Hello." He said, a bit confused.
"Yeah, yeah. I need your help." And without waiting for his reply, I shifted some of Sango's weight onto him, catching him off guard.
"Um, is she okay?" he asked.
"Stupid question." I simply said.
"Hey, isn't this.?" his voice trailed off, probably trying to remember her face. "What did she do? Was her drink spiked?" he asked with a little more concern than would be expected.
"I don't think so. She only had half a bottle of beer, and this is how she ends up. We've gotta get her to the nurse before she gets even sicker." I explained quickly. He nodded his understanding.
"Wah..?" Sango murmured. "Where are we going, Rin-chan?" she asked. "And why is this bumpkin here?" she asked a little alarmed.
"We're going to the nurse. You're as sick as a dog."
"It's almost three in the morning. Won't the nurse be sleep?" she replied groggily.
"Then we'll wake her up." Came a new voice to the conversation. Sango shifted her gaze to Miroku, who flashed a small smile. Making love connections, even when she's sick. I shook my head at the thought.
~*~*~*~
Nurse Mii, after much grumbling complaining and cursing got out of bed and put on her robe. "You crazy kids. irresponsible.reckless.getting drunk.the nerve!" was what she kept mumbling to herself while getting out her supplies.
"Mii-san, Sango-chan is not drunk. She is sick." Miroku corrected with politeness.
Nurse Mii just shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Whatever." She made Sango sit on a bed and drew the curtain as me and Miroku sat in the waiting area. "Say 'AAAAAA'." I heard her say, as well as other things.
When she finally did slip from behind the covers, her expression was not happy. Something about it had changed; it wasn't angry, more like sad, or worse, pity. "Um, Nurse Mii-san, what's wrong with Sango-chan?" I asked timidly.
Nurse Mii didn't respond immediately at first. "I'm afraid. she'll have to go to the hospital."
We were all silent, no one budged an inch. "The hospital?" came Sango's frail voice.
"If my diagnostic is correct, and I pray that it isn't, then yes, you will definitely have to go to the hospital." She replied gravely.
"Well, then what's wrong with me?"
Nurse Mii didn't say anything this time, only shook her head. "I want you kids to drive to New Catholic Hospital and have her admitted. Young man, go with them I don't want them out alone." She said, then kicked us out.
"We'll take Inuyasha's car." Miroku replied quickly. I thought for a minute that he would mind, but not if this was something serious.
~*~*~*~
When we arrived at the hospital, we described her symptoms and the brief details Nurse Mii told us to a doctor. "Okay." He said with a monotone expression.
She was put on a stretcher and put in a small room. "This bites." She moaned.
"Sango, we just want to make sure you're okay." I said.
"I know, but if I'm fine and I just ate something that happened to disagree with me, don't tell Kagome, okay?" she asked.
I thought it rather strange that she wouldn't want her best friend to know about something like this. "Why?"
"B-because. Just because." She replied shortly, twiddling her thumbs and staring at the thin blankets.
I was going to draw out the conversation when someone came in. "Hello, I'm Dr. Miller!" she said rather cheerfully, given the circumstances. "And you, my dear, must be Sango."
Sango nodded and smiled, somewhat. "Hai. Nice to meet you Dr. Miller."
She regarded us with a nod and moved to sit on the edge of her bed. "Okay, I'll start by asking some questions, so I can see what we're dealing with." She flipped out a pad and jotted something down before speaking. "So, could you first describe how you feel?"
"Well, my stomach is a little unsettled, I've got a killer headache and sometimes I get a bit dizzy. My vision also tends to blur from time to time." She said.
Dr. Miller nodded and wrote that down, I guess. "And exactly how long have you been feeling like this? I mean, I gather that you were at a party. Were you feeling crummy before or after, or what?"
She seemed to be deep in thought. "It was just here." She said.
Me and Miroku shot her a reproving glance, and Dr. Miller noticed it. "Anything either of you would like to add?"
"Yeah." Miroku said, his eyes never leaving her face. "She collapsed earlier today."
Sango blushed. "I forgot about that." she admitted. How could she have forgotten about that? I wondered. I half thought she was lying, for some reason or other.
Dr. miller nodded and wrote something else down. "Okay, dear. I am going to get you into a room, and then we'll run some tests." She said and left.
"You forgot?" I asked with uncertainty.
"Yes." She said rather defensively, once again twiddling her thumbs.
"Sango-san, how long have you been feeling ill?" Miroku asked from his position near the window.
"Gee, I don't know." she said. "I guess it's been kind of recent. I've always been fine." She seemed unwilling to meet any of our gazes, and I wondered why that was.
"Sango, are you sure?" I asked, resting a reassuring hand on top of hers.
"Hai." She said barely above a whisper.
~*~*~*~*~
I glanced sleepily at the clock on the wall of the waiting room. It was 5:43 in the morning. They were running another test, and I was starting to worry. "They'd have kicked her out if they didn't think anything was wrong with her." Miroku said. Maybe he was reading my mind.
"You can leave now, you know."
At first, he didn't respond. But when he did, it surprised me. "I know, but I won't. I'm curious. Besides, I'm not just going to leave Sango-san." He smirked at my expression.
I finally managed to close my mouth. "Well, that's incredibly noble of you."
"I'm not trying to be noble." He stated simply.
I was about to ask him what that was supposed to mean when the nurse came down the hall. "We're all done!" she smiled brightly. "You can go see her now,"
We walked to her room and found her flipping through T.V. stations. She face had regained its healthy color, and she looked all round much better than a few hours ago. "Hey!" she greeted us cheerily.
"You're all right!" I smiled back and rushed to give her a hug.
"Yeah, I'm fine." She then turned her attention to Miroku, who was leaning in the doorway and glancing down the hall absently. "Hey." She said to get his attention.
"Huh?" he asked, confused at first. "Oh, you're up!" he said with a grin.
"I just wanted to say thanks for helping us and stuff." She stumbled a little to say that.
"Oh, it's no trouble. I love to help a couple of damsels in distress! You should know that." Miroku came to stand right behind me- a big mistake for him.
Sango blushed and looked away, not noticing me flip him over for groping me. "Jerk!" I yelled, and Sango's head swiveled around.
"He tried to grope you, didn't he?!" she pointed an accusing finger at him. "I knew he was a bumpkin head!!" she shouted.
"What are you talking about?" he asked innocently with swirly eyes. "I simply bumped into the young lady."
"Liar!" I hissed. "That was intentional!" I was about ready to pound him into the ground when a nurse poked her head in.
"Excuse me, but could you quiet down? Our patients are trying to sleep." She scolded.
"Uh, sorry." I bowed and dropped the perv on the spot. "We'll be quiet." The nurse nodded and left as quickly as she had come. "See? You made us get in trouble!" I fired at Miroku once he was steady on his feet.
He opened his mouth to defend himself when Dr. Miller came in. "You three are pretty energized to have been awake so long." She laughed. "We've run some tests, and we'll have to wait for about a week for the results to come back. So, since I know you're a student and all, we're not going to keep you here. You just have to fill out some paperwork and we'll release you and then you can go get some rest. But if you start to feel any of your earlier symptoms, CALL ME IMMEDIATELY!" she said sternly, handing Sango a card. "That's my personal number right there, and the other is the triage's number."
"Okay, thanks." Sango said and Dr. Miller waved before she disappeared out the door. "I'm ready to go. I'm beat."
"I hear you sister; staying at the hospital with you is know game!" I joked.
"Hey!" she growled and threw a pillow at me, which I threw back. "Hey! You can't throw pillows at the sick!" she laughed.
"Oh, a pillow fight. What fun. May I join?" Miroku asked from his chair near the door.
"No, you bumpkin! Now get out!!!" Sango yelled as she launched an apple at his head, missing it by inches.
"Sheesh! It was only a question. A simple 'no' would've been fine." He grumbled as he went out and shut the door behind him.
I must say that I never expected my author's note to get so many more reviews. I would like to thank all who responded to my tantrum and that I'm back on a roll!! Oh yes, and let's not have that 2 month 'vacation' because I received an inadequate amount of reviews, 'kay?