"They say you'll live."
He kept quiet, staring at the ceiling.
"You'll have to stay here a few days. You were really dehydrated…"
Her voice continued on, but he ignored it.
"You're not from around here, are you? Do you have a place to go?"
No. But he didn't say it aloud.
Besides him, she sighed. "There is a halfway house were you can stay, until you get on your feet."
He turned to finally look at her, the girl from the beach. There was a certain stubborn hope in her eyes, compassion, worry.
It made him sick. He scoffed and turned away.
"You are so rude." she muttered standing to leave. "You collapsed, and I brought you here. You could at least tell me your name."
"I owe you my name just because you brought me to the hospital?" His voice was sharp, and she flinched.
She scowled at him, "Of course not. But it would be nice."
His eyes narrowed at the open window. He never did nice.
"I'm Hiromi. Just so you know."