It's been a while since I saw this movie...It was funny.
FANfiction, peoples.
The boy looked terrified as he peeped over the bedcovers. His eyes were wide and watery, and it was obvious that he was shaking. With a shaking voice, he finally said what his companion had been waiting to hear.
"I-I see dead people." With barely a whisper, the boy admitted his greatest sin and fear. He breathed in, shuddered, and waited for the expected disbelief. Like everyone else, his new companion would accuse him of lying, or of hallucinating.
But this time, he was surprised. Instead of the regular accusations, his pronouncement was met with a steady, cool gaze. Gulping, the child pulled the covers just a bit further up his face. Somehow, the stare he was receiving was more uncomfortable than all of the worried stares he'd gotten from his mother combined. Even the doctors didn't look so…calculating.
"So, where do you see them? What information do they give you? Have you ever spoken to other psychics about this?" With each question, the boy sank back further into his pillow, looking more and more as if he wants to cry. His companion, however, pays no attention to the child's emotional state. His questions would have continued if the door hadn't been slammed open with enough force to echo down the hospital corridors.
"Naru! How could you?! He's just a child!" Mai Taniyama was the part-time assistant to the full-time ghost hunter Kazuya Shibuya--or at least, that was the name he originally told her. She'd proceeded to nickname him 'Naru,' short for narcissist, and eventually learnt that he was also called Oliver Davis. And that wasn't even including whatever other aliases he'd given people when she wasn't around.
The boy in the bed finally gave in and jerked his head under the covers in terror when the girl had burst into the room. He could still hear her and the man arguing, though, and he secretly hoped that they'd forget about him.
That didn't seem likely to happen, though, with the addition of another intruder. The boy didn't see him, but he heard the words loud and clear. The voice was obnoxiously jovial, especially for the hospital room of a bruised, beaten, and confused little boy.
"Ha! I told you the kid was psychic, Naru! You too, Mai-chan! Pay up!" This started another round of arguments with the girl, and the scary man took the opportunity to try asking the boy more questions.
As he buried his head under his pillow, the boy couldn't help but wish for the days when his visitors could be dispelled with a few prayers. He'd rather see ghosts than deal with these crazy people!