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My Life as a Model in Training

Chapter 26: News

Natsume

It's been a month since the incident at the aquarium and there hasn't been any sign of things getting any better. She still hasn't woken up and it's driving me into the ground. I wake up every morning and head the hospital and wait, then when school starts, I'll go to school no matter how much I don't want to. She would have wanted me to go to school. Then as soon school is done, I go to the hospital again and wait. All I do is wait for the time to come when she'll finally be able to open those beautiful, warm chestnut colored eyes of hers. Those are the only things I want to see and I promise never, ever to take advantage of those eyes ever again. I'll stare into those eyes no matter what. It'll be creepy as hell, but I don't give a fuck what people say.

Things have been slow all over the school, since the news had gotten out that one of the students had fallen into a coma, no one has really been the same. Mikan was important to the entire school, everyone loved her. There would always things being sent to the hospital for her, various things like clothes, stuffed animals, flowers, name it and it was probably there. Mikan's parents had made the decision on wanting to stay close to their daughter, and are now living on campus in the faculty houses. They come to see Mikan, just as much as I do and I'm usually in the same room with them. Her mother would tell me stories about what she would do when she was younger. My favorite was when she was six years old and had found a dead rat outside. She had no idea it was dead and thought it was just sleeping, so she carried it around with her when her parents weren't looking and eventually brought it the house. Her mother had fainted and her father almost threw his guts up. It was sick, but pretty funny to listen to. Her father would listen to the stories in silence, tears always welling up in his eyes.

Our gang of friends we have also have been deteriorating. I haven't seen my sister smile since the incident. No one has, they'll give pained forced smiles, put on masks to hide their true feelings. The one I think I might break down first is Imai, she's strong, but every time I see her, she looks worse and worse. Her face has sunken in, she's starting to turn in to skin and bones, and the bags under her eyes are getting worse by the second, they're large, purple and puffy. Almost like someone was punching her in the face every night.

I couldn't say I looked any better either. I look exactly like her. I haven't had a restful night in weeks. I can hardly eat or sleep. How are people expected to act when someone so important to them has a possibility of not waking up for a long time? And when I say a long time, I mean years. The doctors had come into Mikan's hospital room a few weeks ago, during one of their daily check-ups, and they had told us that there was a large possibility that she might not wake up for over five years. It could be five, it could be ten, maybe even twenty.

That would be an eternity. Worse than death. You know they're alive and sleeping, but it's like they're teasing you, telling you that they're there, lying right in front of you, but refuse to let you have exactly what you want, or need.

I sighed heavily, running my hands through my hair. I was currently walking in the cold, chilly autumn air, on my way to the hospital again. It was the middle of November and it was freezing outside, I rubbed my clammy hands together in my futile attempt to gain some warmth back in my hands. I blew a stream of hot air into my hands as I walked through the sliding doors of the hospital.

As I walked, I avoided the constant stares and ignored the whispers that came every time I walked through those damn doors. All of those patients, staff, and other people waiting around, would do the same thing every day and it was getting quite annoying.

"That boy is back again." I heard an old lady whisper to her friend as they walked toward the door with their canes and white hospital gowns.

"I know. My, he is a good looker isn't he? But, I feel so sorry for him. I heard the nurses whispering the other day. He comes ceremoniously in here all the time to watch over his comatose girlfriend. My, it's so sad." The old lady's friend whispered back, pity staining her wrinkled face.

I grimaced slightly. I knew I came in here all the time, but what else am I supposed to do. It's no one's God damn business why I'm here all the time. I don't need to be reminded by some wrinkly old ladies. I strutted forward, avoiding their eye contact and headed the elevator. When I got there, I went into an elevator that had already had four different people in it. I pressed my number and waited.

When I reached the floor, I walked down the hall, to my usual destination. I stopped a few feet away from the door, Mikan's nurse running out of there as if the room caught fire. When the nurse passed, I ran into the room and stopped short as soon as I saw it.

It was her. Sitting upright in bed, staring out the window.

I stumbled in quietly, unsure if I was seeing the real thing. I resisted the urge to punch myself, to see if I was just in some bad nightmare, where I'd reach the bed and her face would be skinned off. I saw her flinch, and then she turned her head to me.

She was the same old stunning Polka that I knew and loved. She looked at me with those eyes that I had longed for this entire month without her, her lips were parted slightly in surprise, but she made no sound. We stared at each other for what had seen like hours on end, too shocked to say anything. I blinked a couple of times to make sure I wasn't just imagining this, but with every blink, she was still up and awake.

And that's when I lost it. I almost ran over to her, it was almost like I couldn't get to her fast enough. All I wanted to do was hold her. And I did. I quickly wrapped my arms around her, by body toppling over hers as we hit the bed. I breathed into her familiar sent and pressed my lips to her neck, feeling the pulse of her heart beating under her skin. My arms tightened around her, tighter and tighter with each second going by, as I began to realize more and more that she was awake and she wouldn't be sleeping for years on end.

Then I felt a sharp pain between my legs.

I let out a pained groaned as I recoiled off of her, clutching the front of my pants. Then something was launched into my face, forcing me to fall off the edge of the bed, hitting the floor with a satisfying thud.

"Ow! What the hell was that for, Polka? Are you crazy?" I fumed at her, getting up from the floor and slamming my hands on to the cushioned bed. Mikan had curled herself up into the opposite edge of the bed, placing herself in a fort of pillows and blankets. Her face was flushed and she gave me a hard glare, there was a pillow raised in her hand as if she were about to launch it at my face again.

"What do you mean, 'what the hell was that for'? Are you crazy, you sick pervert? God, I can't believe they let a freak like you in here! And who the hell is Polka? Did you even bother to read the name in front of the damn door because I'm pretty sure it doesn't say that!"

My jaw dropped.

My jaw doesn't drop, it doesn't have that function, but this time it did. I couldn't believe what the hell I was hearing. She acted as if she never saw me in her whole life. Then it donned on me.

"Do you know who I am?" I asked quietly, my eyes searching frantically for any recognition at all that would show on her face, but all I saw was her frown.

"What are you talking about? Should I know you?" She asked, confused. Her eyebrows furrowed together as if she tried to think, but it failed. She didn't know. She didn't know who I was.

I took a deep breath and exhaled loudly, "Are you sure?"

"I think I would've remembered some weird pervert." She summed it all up for me. And I was at a complete lost. She woke up, only to forget about me. What the hell?

"Do you know your name?"

"Well, you actually asked a good question. Wouldn't it be stupid if I didn't know my own name. It's Mikan. Mikan… Mikan… Yeah, it's just Mikan!" She told me happily. I missed that smile on her face, but under these circumstances, it was hard. She didn't even know her last name. I don't know what to do anymore. I plopped down on the bed and buried my head into my hands, rubbing my temples.

"Hey, are you okay Pervert?" I heard Mikan ask from behind me, her voice was laced with concern, but it wasn't the same. She didn't know who I was, hell, she doesn't know her last name, she might have forgotten everything.

"I'm fine."

"You don't sound fine to me."

"I'm fine I said."

"You don't sound fine to me I said."

"I said-Never mind. I'm not going to fight with a little girl like you." I said, running a hand through my hair. I was not going to fight with her at that moment, it wasn't the time for that. Then there was sharp pain that came down on my head. I turned around angrily, to see Mikan with her cheeks puffed up, like when she gets mad and starts pouting.

"I'm not a little girl! You're just a pervert pedophile!" She pouted, hitting me again with the pillow. My temple twitched slightly as I opened my mouth to say something, but was cut off by the bang of the door.

"Mikan Honey! Mikan!"

I turned to see Mikan's parents crying at the door, her father already had an ongoing flow of tears running down his face. Her mom was the one who yelled as soon as they got in the room, she wasn't crying yet, but judging from the tears brimming her eyes, she'd be crying very soon. They were about to launch themselves at their daughter, when she spoke, stopping them right in their tracks.

"Oh no more creepy perverts! This place it crawling with them!" Mikan groaned as she buried her face into her pillow, rubbing the thing in her face as if she wanted to suffocate herself. Her parents stood their shocked out of their minds, not a single sound was coming from them. I couldn't even hear them breathing.

"M-Mikan Dear, what do you mean? Do you know who we are? Because this isn't funny." Mikan's mother stuttered, walking toward the bed to sit on the edge. Her eyes stared straight at Mikan, waiting for an answer, but all Mikan did was frown.

"I'm sorry, but I don't remember anyone."

I watched as Mikan's father choked on his tears and sat himself next to his wife, whose tears were now coming down her face. Mikan looked at them as if she were going to cry. She didn't know what to do. She was confused and probably scared and now she had two grown people crying on her bed.

"Mr. and Mrs. Sakura, Natsume, may I have a word with you three?" There was a voice at the door and I instantly recognized it as the doctor. The three of us looked at the middle-aged man who was waiting at the door. He was there with two other nurses and another man wearing a doctor's lab coat, a doctor I guessed.

"Doctor Shiratani, what is happening?" Mikan's mother asked, her words coming out in small syllables as if she were trying to sound out her words.

"Well, Mrs. Sakura, from what I've heard, I would say that your daughter has a case of amnesia. I have brought along Doctor Kuroba our hospital's top psychiatrist to do a more detailed analysis of the situation, so if you please allow him to do run some tests, we should be able to learn more about what is happening." Doctor Shiratani said as he held his hands up, showing us to the door, "I would like to talk to you outside, while Doctor Kuroba conducts his tests."

I got up from the bed, followed by Mikan's parents as we all walked numbly outside as Doctor Kuroba and the two nurses walked in. Before, I walked out, I felt a hand on my shoulder, I looked at Doctor Kuroba.

"She's in good hands, Son. Don't worry." Was what he said before I walked out of the room completely, leaving behind my woman.

Later that day, after the tests were all conducted, Doctor Kuroba was able to tell us what was most likely wrong. He told us that this was happening most likely because of the traumatic experience she went through, making a part of her brain shut down, blocking her memory of any person. It was a blocking mechanism for her because she most likely knew what was happening and why it was happening. Mikan could function through everyday life, but she couldn't remember people. He said that this was mostly likely temporary. As long as she got back into her everyday life, she'd be able to get her memory back, how long it would take, he didn't know. But, he said she'd get it back since there wasn't any real damage to her brain during the incident, despite losing a lot of oxygen to her brain. But, the most important thing was to know that she would get better.

And that was the best news I heard in a long time.

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Hooray! Finally done! I'm sorry it took so long to finish, I just hadn't been able to sit in my chair for long periods of time, but I did it! I hope this chapter was a bit better than last time, since there were some problems last chapter, but I hope this came out a bit better and if it didn't I'm really sorry! I hope that you guys will review and tell me what you think about this chapter! Please and Thank You!

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