Beyond the Garden Wall: Chpt. 2 by Child of the Faeries
Well, this is chapter two.... I wrote it all at work, so it might not be the best work I've ever written....*sigh* What can I do?? I should have the third (and final??) part up sometime next week, but please bear with me, cuz I have lots of projects right now, 'kay?? Thanks a lot!!
Mimi sat alone on her room, he face pressed against the window pane. Outside the snow was falling, reminding her of the impending Christmas season. Already the halls of Wellington Medical Hospital were decked with lights and tinsel, and Christmas carols rang out of the rooms.
She had always hated Christmas. This year it would be all the worse, without family or friends to enjoy it with.
"Ms. Izumi?" a voice called from the doorway. Mimi turned and ran her hand through her matted hair. The elderly nurse gave her a harried look. "It's time for your session with the doctor."
Mimi gave her a small smile and stood. Pulling on her shoes, she followed the nurse downstairs.
Matt was looking out the window when she entered, but turned and flashed her a warm smile. "Isn't the snow gorgeous?" he asked, sitting down at his desk. Mimi nodded politely and sat down.
"So I heard they moved your room because you are improving," Matt said. "We must be doing something right."
"Yes..... I think it's all of the meds you have me on," Mimi said slowly. "I can't seem to think straight anymore."
"We'll be cutting back on those soon," Matt assured her. "You've been here for what..... six months now? And you have been improving rapidly. I can tell by the way your eyes sparkle now."
A flush covered Mimi's face. "But something's wrong." The psychiatrist stared into Mimi's eyes. "What is it?"
Mimi lowered her gaze. "You know my dreams....I've still been having them."
"But I thought that we found a solution to-"
"He always saves me," Mimi whispered, lowering her hands wearily to his desk. "He always saves me, but then he leaves- without a spoken word, or even a glance. Why?"
"I must confession that I'm not a expert on the interpretation of dreams, Mimi," Matt admitted, "but I would say something embedded deep inside your psyche doesn't want him to stay, doesn't wish to have his presence around you."
"But why?" Mimi pressed, her hair falling over her eyes.
"I can't answer that for you. You have to find the answer inside yourself."
"But I can't!" Mimi said, leaning back. "You're my friend, Matt. You have to help me."
"Please address me as Dr. Ishida," Matt said with an air of indifference. "I'm doing all that is in my power to help you."
"That's not good enough," Mimi said slowly. "You were the one so full of friendship, so cool and yet loyal. You stood up for your friends." She paused. "That part of you has died."
Matt's eyes held back his bitter rage. "But I'm the one that is free, and you're the one trapped behind iron walls."
"Matt!" Her eyes flew open, and instantly Matt felt horrible.
"Mimi.... I don't mean that, honest," he said, resting his hand on hers gently. She pulled it away.
She looked at him timidly for a moment. Then her shoulders sagged. "I'm so scared," she whispered, looking out the window. "I'm afraid that I'm never going to get out of here."
"You're going to leave here soon. I promise," Matt said, a quiet desperation in his voice.
"How can you know that for a fact?" she asked, her eyes pleading for assurance.
"Because I know you," he said softly, reaching across his desk and brushing his fingers against her cheek," and I know what you are capable of."
"Mimi gave him a small smile, catching hold of his hand and keeping it close to her. "I don't want to be alone anymore."
Matt stood up and walked around his desk, embracing her in a hug. "We'll get you out of here. Don't you worry." He kissed the tips of her fingers gently. "I wouldn't promise you anything less, Mimi."
Her eyes reflected twin pools of sadness as she rested in his arms. Would he really get her out of her soon, as he promised, or was he just saying that to make her feel better? "Are you sure?"
"Positive." Suddenly he released her and stumbled over to his desk. "I almost forgot. These are for you," he said, pulling out a bag of sugar cookies. "I'm giving them to all of my patients. Merry Christmas!"
Mimi looked at the bag in surprise. "Th- thank you," she stuttered. "But I don't-"
"I didn't make them myself, but it's the thought that counts, right?" Matt said with a sparkle in his eyes, leaning against his desk.
Mimi's face almost beamed. "You're so wonderful to all of us.... especially me," she commented, opening the bag and nibbling on one of the cookies.
"Thank you," Matt replied, watching her with a detached look of awe and sadness.
Mimi laughed. "I must confess I never thought you would be a psychiatrist. I always figured you would be a rock star or something."
"A rock star, with grey hair?" Matt teased, pointing to his greying temples. "No, a rock star wasn't 'stable' enough for Sora, so she forced me to quit. " A look of sad regret crossed his face. "But that's all in the past."
"I was surprised when you two called it quits," Mimi admitted quietly. "But I never really thought of you two are a great married couple, either."
Matt's eyes were misty. "We were too compatible to make it work, far too similar." He gave a shrug. "But now I'm here, and I have a beautiful woman sitting in front of me. What more could I ask for?"
Mimi gave him a small laugh. Glancing at the clock, Matt sighed. "Time's up again for today. I guess I'll see you again after Christmas." With a smile, he ushered her to the door. "Happy holidays."
Alone on her room, Mimi felt a single tear fall from her eye. The Christmas Day dinner had ended, the hymns had been sung. Now all of the mental patients were placed neatly in their rooms, hidden behind their personal walls of steel.
Down the hall she could hear a girl who's family had come to visit, their laughter bouncing off the sober walls.
She was alone, only the barren walls and Matt's stale sugar cookies for company. No one had come to visit her. Looking down at the letter she was writing to Sora, she found that her hands were shaking.
She glanced around the room mournfully, and depression set it, untouched by all of the drugs that was circulating through her body. "No one should be alone for Christmas," she said sadly to herself.
She glanced at a picture that she had kept, one of her friends. "I'm of little importance to my friends, I see. And Izzy........" Her heart felt cold inside her chest, and she rode on the dark waves of hopelessness, feeling lost and scared.
She glanced at the closed door, and then to the video camera that watched her at all times from the ceiling. "Why doesn't anyone care for me?" she asked miserably, tipping the photo upside down so she could not longer look at their smiling, chipper faces. "What did I do wrong in my life?"
The tears were falling faster now, and she felt herself slip into her old ways. Picking up the pen, she stared longingly at the sharp end of it before savagely plunging it into her wrist.
The soft strains of music caught Matt's ears, and he smiled from where he lay on the he couch, sipping on some wine. On his table sat his Christmas presents from his family, and numerous cards, including one from Sora. Resting at Matt's feet was TK's latest best-selling book, which Matt was halfway through reading.
Matt hummed along with the music, sleep calling gently in his ear. The perfect harmony was shattered abruptly when the phone started to ring. Matt sighed as he rose to his feet. "No rest for a doctor," he said ruefully, picking up the phone and setting down his wine glass.
"Dr. Ishida?" the voice said, and Matt recognized it as that of one of the nurses. "One of you patients stabbed herself repeatedly in the wrist with a pen...... We think it would be best if you came down and talked to her.....That is, if you can, this being Christmas and all....."
"I'm on my way," Matt said, sliding his shoes on his feet. "What was the name of the patient again?" There was a pause.
"Mimi Izumi."
Matt felt his heart hit rock-bottom.
Her wrists were bandaged tightly, and she sat half-hidden in the dark shadows of the room. Only her eyes flickered with sorrow as she cast them in a downward glance at the floor. "You can leave," Matt told the nurse, closing the door behind her.
Mimi looked up at him slowly, shame drowning the tears in her eyes. Her face looked haggard and haunted, her hair tangled in a mess. Matt didn't say anything, but stood over her with concern spelled across his face.
Finally she broke down into sobs, her body shaking. Matt stopped down beside her, offering his shoulder to cry on. She leaned against him, her face hidden beneath her hair. Awkwardly he put his other arm around her, comforting her like a mother comforts her child.
"It's not your fault," he whispered softly in her ear. She shuddered.
"I thought I was doing better, than I would be out of here soon," she said miserably, her fingers fumbling with the sleeves of his sweater.
"And you will me. I'm not giving up on you," Matt said, lifting her head. "We will beat this thing- together. You can't let yourself fall back into the past again." He stared into her eyes with burning intensity. "We have to move on, work for the future. Look at how far we've come." He shook his head. "This is just a minor setback."
Mimi looked like she wanted to believe him, but something was holding her back. "When I leave here, you're going to forget about me, aren't you? I'm just another patient to you."
Matt paused a moment, then replied softly," I'll only forget you if you want me to."
"I'm not getting any better," Mimi said soberly during one of their meetings.
"What are you talking about? Of course you are. In fact.... we've cleaned up almost all of the problems you have," Matt said, a reassuring smile on his face. "Those dreams are gone, right? And we're working on breaking that depression."
"Yes.... but it doesn't feel like we're getting anywhere in here," she said, pointing to her heart. "It still feels the same."
Matt closed his eyes. "I have an idea," he said slowly, his mind working quickly. "Next time we have a meeting, we're going to go on a field trip."
"A field trip?" Mimi asked, a dubious look on her face. "Can you do that?"
"I can do whatever I want," Matt said, a smile on his face. "I'm the ever popular Matt Ishida. And it's for the good of my patient."
"I don't know...." she trailed off, and he smiled brightly.
"Trust me."
"Close your eyes," Matt said teasingly, pulling her forward. She giggled, taking tiny steps as to avoid anything in her way.
"Matt, this isn't fair," she complained, tripping over her own feet. "I can't even walk-" She heard a door squeak open, and Matt pulled her towards it.
"It's okay to open them now," he breathed in her ears, and she slowly brought them open. He laughed when he heard her squeal of delight.
"It's a butterfly menagerie," he explained, watching her eyes as the danced from one cloud of butterflies to the next. The butterflies rose in the air, climbing up towards the sun, the huge window that served as a roof allowing everything to be bathed in gold from the dying light. "I thought maybe.... this would lighten your soul."
She turned and left his side, kneeling on the ground. She watched the butterflies fly by, her smile widening with each gorgeous creature pinwheeling past her ears. Closing her eyes, she listened to the heavenly symphony of gentle fluttering.
Time passed slowly, and finally she turned and looked at Matt, who was staring off into space. Thoughts tumbled into her mind unbidden, and she felt her cheeks redden as she lost herself in his golden hair and bottomless blue eyes.
Feeling her eyes upon him, he turned and let his eyes fall on her. Mimi suddenly aware that her heart was beating frantically inside of herself, and she rose on wobbly knees. Going to his side, she took hold of his hand.
"Thank you," she whispered, leaning against him. He turned in front of her, not a word spoken. A tear ran down her face. "I can never thank you enough."
Matt wiped the tear away with a gentle smile. "Anything for a friend," he said simply, wrapping his arms around her waist.
They stared into each other's eyes for a moment, and something clicked. Before he could even consider the consequences, he leaned his head towards hers, their lips meeting in a desperate kiss. She closed her eyes, leaning against his chest.
"I'll die without you," she whispered, breathing in the smell of his sweat mixed with cologne. "Don't ever leave me."
"I won't," Matt promised, lifting her head and kissing her once more.
Matt sighed. "Joe, trust me. I know that I shouldn't have kept her as my patient. But I couldn't just let her go."
"And now you love her," Joe said, his face sober.
"I never thought I'd fall in love with her," Matt protested, leaning back in his chair. Joe cleared his throat and looked around Matt's office.
"But obviously you were attached to her."
Matt made an exasperated noise. "I love her, and I will do anything in my power to help her get out of here."
"Listen.... I'm not a psychiatrist. I'm a pediatrician," Joe said, running a nervous hand through his thinning hair. "But I seems to me that you can no longer make a clear judgment for her as to what will be best long-term." He looked at his friend with wise eyes. "There will come a day when she will have to opportunity to go away. You'll want to keep her close, and perhaps what she truly needs to get away from here and get a new view of life, start anew. Your vision as been fogged up by personal desires."
"I would never make her sacrifice her personal life for me and this place," Matt said with a condemning voice. "If she had the chance to leave, I would tell her to take it without a second thought. There is no way I would be selfish like that."
"That's a mighty big sacrifice you'd be willing to make," Joe commented.
"I love her enough to do it," Matt said without blinking, and Joe could tell that he was earnest. "I would let her go."
Joe leaned back in his chair, soaking all of this in. He knew that his best friend was serious. Matt would give up Mimi so that she could have a better life, just like he had given up his band for Sora. He was forever sacrificing his own personal pleasures for the joy of others.
He opened his mouth to speak, but at that moment the door opened.
"Dr. Ishida, we have a situation," the nurse said with urgency, and the two doctors rose to their feet. With anxious looks they followed the nurse out into the front room.
Matt saw Mimi sitting in a chair, her shoulders shivering. "What's going on here?" he asked immediately, his tone cool and collected.
A man at the desk turned around, removing his sunglasses from his face. "Who are you?"
"I am this woman's doctor," Matt said, an mask of arrogance covering his surprise.
The man put his sunglasses into the pocket of his black leather jacket and threw Matt a harried look. "This woman is my ex-wife," he said crisply. "While we are separated and such, I still don't like the idea of her being here at a general hospital." Matt watched the man with dread.
"Izzy-" Mimi spoke up, but he silenced her.
"I would like to remove her from this hospital and have her attended to by my private physician."
Well, this is chapter two.... I wrote it all at work, so it might not be the best work I've ever written....*sigh* What can I do?? I should have the third (and final??) part up sometime next week, but please bear with me, cuz I have lots of projects right now, 'kay?? Thanks a lot!!
Mimi sat alone on her room, he face pressed against the window pane. Outside the snow was falling, reminding her of the impending Christmas season. Already the halls of Wellington Medical Hospital were decked with lights and tinsel, and Christmas carols rang out of the rooms.
She had always hated Christmas. This year it would be all the worse, without family or friends to enjoy it with.
"Ms. Izumi?" a voice called from the doorway. Mimi turned and ran her hand through her matted hair. The elderly nurse gave her a harried look. "It's time for your session with the doctor."
Mimi gave her a small smile and stood. Pulling on her shoes, she followed the nurse downstairs.
Matt was looking out the window when she entered, but turned and flashed her a warm smile. "Isn't the snow gorgeous?" he asked, sitting down at his desk. Mimi nodded politely and sat down.
"So I heard they moved your room because you are improving," Matt said. "We must be doing something right."
"Yes..... I think it's all of the meds you have me on," Mimi said slowly. "I can't seem to think straight anymore."
"We'll be cutting back on those soon," Matt assured her. "You've been here for what..... six months now? And you have been improving rapidly. I can tell by the way your eyes sparkle now."
A flush covered Mimi's face. "But something's wrong." The psychiatrist stared into Mimi's eyes. "What is it?"
Mimi lowered her gaze. "You know my dreams....I've still been having them."
"But I thought that we found a solution to-"
"He always saves me," Mimi whispered, lowering her hands wearily to his desk. "He always saves me, but then he leaves- without a spoken word, or even a glance. Why?"
"I must confession that I'm not a expert on the interpretation of dreams, Mimi," Matt admitted, "but I would say something embedded deep inside your psyche doesn't want him to stay, doesn't wish to have his presence around you."
"But why?" Mimi pressed, her hair falling over her eyes.
"I can't answer that for you. You have to find the answer inside yourself."
"But I can't!" Mimi said, leaning back. "You're my friend, Matt. You have to help me."
"Please address me as Dr. Ishida," Matt said with an air of indifference. "I'm doing all that is in my power to help you."
"That's not good enough," Mimi said slowly. "You were the one so full of friendship, so cool and yet loyal. You stood up for your friends." She paused. "That part of you has died."
Matt's eyes held back his bitter rage. "But I'm the one that is free, and you're the one trapped behind iron walls."
"Matt!" Her eyes flew open, and instantly Matt felt horrible.
"Mimi.... I don't mean that, honest," he said, resting his hand on hers gently. She pulled it away.
She looked at him timidly for a moment. Then her shoulders sagged. "I'm so scared," she whispered, looking out the window. "I'm afraid that I'm never going to get out of here."
"You're going to leave here soon. I promise," Matt said, a quiet desperation in his voice.
"How can you know that for a fact?" she asked, her eyes pleading for assurance.
"Because I know you," he said softly, reaching across his desk and brushing his fingers against her cheek," and I know what you are capable of."
"Mimi gave him a small smile, catching hold of his hand and keeping it close to her. "I don't want to be alone anymore."
Matt stood up and walked around his desk, embracing her in a hug. "We'll get you out of here. Don't you worry." He kissed the tips of her fingers gently. "I wouldn't promise you anything less, Mimi."
Her eyes reflected twin pools of sadness as she rested in his arms. Would he really get her out of her soon, as he promised, or was he just saying that to make her feel better? "Are you sure?"
"Positive." Suddenly he released her and stumbled over to his desk. "I almost forgot. These are for you," he said, pulling out a bag of sugar cookies. "I'm giving them to all of my patients. Merry Christmas!"
Mimi looked at the bag in surprise. "Th- thank you," she stuttered. "But I don't-"
"I didn't make them myself, but it's the thought that counts, right?" Matt said with a sparkle in his eyes, leaning against his desk.
Mimi's face almost beamed. "You're so wonderful to all of us.... especially me," she commented, opening the bag and nibbling on one of the cookies.
"Thank you," Matt replied, watching her with a detached look of awe and sadness.
Mimi laughed. "I must confess I never thought you would be a psychiatrist. I always figured you would be a rock star or something."
"A rock star, with grey hair?" Matt teased, pointing to his greying temples. "No, a rock star wasn't 'stable' enough for Sora, so she forced me to quit. " A look of sad regret crossed his face. "But that's all in the past."
"I was surprised when you two called it quits," Mimi admitted quietly. "But I never really thought of you two are a great married couple, either."
Matt's eyes were misty. "We were too compatible to make it work, far too similar." He gave a shrug. "But now I'm here, and I have a beautiful woman sitting in front of me. What more could I ask for?"
Mimi gave him a small laugh. Glancing at the clock, Matt sighed. "Time's up again for today. I guess I'll see you again after Christmas." With a smile, he ushered her to the door. "Happy holidays."
Alone on her room, Mimi felt a single tear fall from her eye. The Christmas Day dinner had ended, the hymns had been sung. Now all of the mental patients were placed neatly in their rooms, hidden behind their personal walls of steel.
Down the hall she could hear a girl who's family had come to visit, their laughter bouncing off the sober walls.
She was alone, only the barren walls and Matt's stale sugar cookies for company. No one had come to visit her. Looking down at the letter she was writing to Sora, she found that her hands were shaking.
She glanced around the room mournfully, and depression set it, untouched by all of the drugs that was circulating through her body. "No one should be alone for Christmas," she said sadly to herself.
She glanced at a picture that she had kept, one of her friends. "I'm of little importance to my friends, I see. And Izzy........" Her heart felt cold inside her chest, and she rode on the dark waves of hopelessness, feeling lost and scared.
She glanced at the closed door, and then to the video camera that watched her at all times from the ceiling. "Why doesn't anyone care for me?" she asked miserably, tipping the photo upside down so she could not longer look at their smiling, chipper faces. "What did I do wrong in my life?"
The tears were falling faster now, and she felt herself slip into her old ways. Picking up the pen, she stared longingly at the sharp end of it before savagely plunging it into her wrist.
The soft strains of music caught Matt's ears, and he smiled from where he lay on the he couch, sipping on some wine. On his table sat his Christmas presents from his family, and numerous cards, including one from Sora. Resting at Matt's feet was TK's latest best-selling book, which Matt was halfway through reading.
Matt hummed along with the music, sleep calling gently in his ear. The perfect harmony was shattered abruptly when the phone started to ring. Matt sighed as he rose to his feet. "No rest for a doctor," he said ruefully, picking up the phone and setting down his wine glass.
"Dr. Ishida?" the voice said, and Matt recognized it as that of one of the nurses. "One of you patients stabbed herself repeatedly in the wrist with a pen...... We think it would be best if you came down and talked to her.....That is, if you can, this being Christmas and all....."
"I'm on my way," Matt said, sliding his shoes on his feet. "What was the name of the patient again?" There was a pause.
"Mimi Izumi."
Matt felt his heart hit rock-bottom.
Her wrists were bandaged tightly, and she sat half-hidden in the dark shadows of the room. Only her eyes flickered with sorrow as she cast them in a downward glance at the floor. "You can leave," Matt told the nurse, closing the door behind her.
Mimi looked up at him slowly, shame drowning the tears in her eyes. Her face looked haggard and haunted, her hair tangled in a mess. Matt didn't say anything, but stood over her with concern spelled across his face.
Finally she broke down into sobs, her body shaking. Matt stopped down beside her, offering his shoulder to cry on. She leaned against him, her face hidden beneath her hair. Awkwardly he put his other arm around her, comforting her like a mother comforts her child.
"It's not your fault," he whispered softly in her ear. She shuddered.
"I thought I was doing better, than I would be out of here soon," she said miserably, her fingers fumbling with the sleeves of his sweater.
"And you will me. I'm not giving up on you," Matt said, lifting her head. "We will beat this thing- together. You can't let yourself fall back into the past again." He stared into her eyes with burning intensity. "We have to move on, work for the future. Look at how far we've come." He shook his head. "This is just a minor setback."
Mimi looked like she wanted to believe him, but something was holding her back. "When I leave here, you're going to forget about me, aren't you? I'm just another patient to you."
Matt paused a moment, then replied softly," I'll only forget you if you want me to."
"I'm not getting any better," Mimi said soberly during one of their meetings.
"What are you talking about? Of course you are. In fact.... we've cleaned up almost all of the problems you have," Matt said, a reassuring smile on his face. "Those dreams are gone, right? And we're working on breaking that depression."
"Yes.... but it doesn't feel like we're getting anywhere in here," she said, pointing to her heart. "It still feels the same."
Matt closed his eyes. "I have an idea," he said slowly, his mind working quickly. "Next time we have a meeting, we're going to go on a field trip."
"A field trip?" Mimi asked, a dubious look on her face. "Can you do that?"
"I can do whatever I want," Matt said, a smile on his face. "I'm the ever popular Matt Ishida. And it's for the good of my patient."
"I don't know...." she trailed off, and he smiled brightly.
"Trust me."
"Close your eyes," Matt said teasingly, pulling her forward. She giggled, taking tiny steps as to avoid anything in her way.
"Matt, this isn't fair," she complained, tripping over her own feet. "I can't even walk-" She heard a door squeak open, and Matt pulled her towards it.
"It's okay to open them now," he breathed in her ears, and she slowly brought them open. He laughed when he heard her squeal of delight.
"It's a butterfly menagerie," he explained, watching her eyes as the danced from one cloud of butterflies to the next. The butterflies rose in the air, climbing up towards the sun, the huge window that served as a roof allowing everything to be bathed in gold from the dying light. "I thought maybe.... this would lighten your soul."
She turned and left his side, kneeling on the ground. She watched the butterflies fly by, her smile widening with each gorgeous creature pinwheeling past her ears. Closing her eyes, she listened to the heavenly symphony of gentle fluttering.
Time passed slowly, and finally she turned and looked at Matt, who was staring off into space. Thoughts tumbled into her mind unbidden, and she felt her cheeks redden as she lost herself in his golden hair and bottomless blue eyes.
Feeling her eyes upon him, he turned and let his eyes fall on her. Mimi suddenly aware that her heart was beating frantically inside of herself, and she rose on wobbly knees. Going to his side, she took hold of his hand.
"Thank you," she whispered, leaning against him. He turned in front of her, not a word spoken. A tear ran down her face. "I can never thank you enough."
Matt wiped the tear away with a gentle smile. "Anything for a friend," he said simply, wrapping his arms around her waist.
They stared into each other's eyes for a moment, and something clicked. Before he could even consider the consequences, he leaned his head towards hers, their lips meeting in a desperate kiss. She closed her eyes, leaning against his chest.
"I'll die without you," she whispered, breathing in the smell of his sweat mixed with cologne. "Don't ever leave me."
"I won't," Matt promised, lifting her head and kissing her once more.
Matt sighed. "Joe, trust me. I know that I shouldn't have kept her as my patient. But I couldn't just let her go."
"And now you love her," Joe said, his face sober.
"I never thought I'd fall in love with her," Matt protested, leaning back in his chair. Joe cleared his throat and looked around Matt's office.
"But obviously you were attached to her."
Matt made an exasperated noise. "I love her, and I will do anything in my power to help her get out of here."
"Listen.... I'm not a psychiatrist. I'm a pediatrician," Joe said, running a nervous hand through his thinning hair. "But I seems to me that you can no longer make a clear judgment for her as to what will be best long-term." He looked at his friend with wise eyes. "There will come a day when she will have to opportunity to go away. You'll want to keep her close, and perhaps what she truly needs to get away from here and get a new view of life, start anew. Your vision as been fogged up by personal desires."
"I would never make her sacrifice her personal life for me and this place," Matt said with a condemning voice. "If she had the chance to leave, I would tell her to take it without a second thought. There is no way I would be selfish like that."
"That's a mighty big sacrifice you'd be willing to make," Joe commented.
"I love her enough to do it," Matt said without blinking, and Joe could tell that he was earnest. "I would let her go."
Joe leaned back in his chair, soaking all of this in. He knew that his best friend was serious. Matt would give up Mimi so that she could have a better life, just like he had given up his band for Sora. He was forever sacrificing his own personal pleasures for the joy of others.
He opened his mouth to speak, but at that moment the door opened.
"Dr. Ishida, we have a situation," the nurse said with urgency, and the two doctors rose to their feet. With anxious looks they followed the nurse out into the front room.
Matt saw Mimi sitting in a chair, her shoulders shivering. "What's going on here?" he asked immediately, his tone cool and collected.
A man at the desk turned around, removing his sunglasses from his face. "Who are you?"
"I am this woman's doctor," Matt said, an mask of arrogance covering his surprise.
The man put his sunglasses into the pocket of his black leather jacket and threw Matt a harried look. "This woman is my ex-wife," he said crisply. "While we are separated and such, I still don't like the idea of her being here at a general hospital." Matt watched the man with dread.
"Izzy-" Mimi spoke up, but he silenced her.
"I would like to remove her from this hospital and have her attended to by my private physician."