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He was not his patient, yet he had a pained expression when they met.
1.
Sendoh came to a halt eventually. 2-D, the name on the doorplate said Mitsui.
He pushed the doorbell, then waited quietly. The apartment was already very dilapidated, shedding varnish and the rusty armrest indicating its old age and the lack of management. However it faced the beach. Sendoh turned around, stood facing the crimson sunset; squinting his eyes slightly, he looked toward the chatoyant quiet ocean, glimmering softly in the distance. There was a serene air floating about in this early summer, only small flies buzzed around, humming and making unruly dances.
The sound of door opening was heard. Almost at the same time, a train sped by with its shrill roaring.
Turning his head, Sendoh saw the lanky form of a young man leaning against the door; his eyebrows drawn together forming a deep frown, one hand rubbing his temple. He wore an outsized cotton shirt with grid patterns; the buttons were undone at the top.
"Mitsui-san?" Sendoh heard himself ask.
The latter looked up; apart from those dashing eyebrows, his features were delicately handsome.
"I am." He spoke in a low voice, seemingly repressing his impatience. "What can I do for you?"
"I'm the physician in charge of neurosurgery from Kanagawa General Hospital, Doctor Akari Sendoh. There is a patient, who's already on the verge of dying, he wishes to see you before he goes."
Mitsui's eyes grew sharp at this, Sendoh calmly confronted his gaze, while continuing: "His name is Hikari Mitsui."
"I don't know him." Mitsui's voice was a bit hoarse, frowning harder, he rubbed his temple with more force. "Sorry but I'd like to rest."
Just before the door was shut behind him, Sendoh grabbed his hand, "I have some pain reliever if you are not feeling well."
Mitsui struggled a little, but he seemed to be too exhausted to put up a fight.
After taking the medicine, Mitsui's breathing finally became more and more steady.
Crossing his legs, Sendoh sat on the edge of Mitsui's bed, looking at his pale complexion slowly regaining some colors.
He really was a good-looking man. His nose straight however delicate, the lips full and moist. Right then when he was resting with his eyes closed, he even looked somewhat childlike.
Yet very stubborn, because he wasn't asleep but was reluctant to open his eyes. Perhaps he feared not being able to refuse someone who had looked after him.
Sighing to himself, Sendoh put down the glass of water, then stood up.
"You will be fine after taking some rest. I'm leaving."
Opening the door, he paused and saw the last flash of sunrays sinking into the horizon.
"I will come again."
He was not his patient, yet he had a pained expression when they met.
1.
Sendoh came to a halt eventually. 2-D, the name on the doorplate said Mitsui.
He pushed the doorbell, then waited quietly. The apartment was already very dilapidated, shedding varnish and the rusty armrest indicating its old age and the lack of management. However it faced the beach. Sendoh turned around, stood facing the crimson sunset; squinting his eyes slightly, he looked toward the chatoyant quiet ocean, glimmering softly in the distance. There was a serene air floating about in this early summer, only small flies buzzed around, humming and making unruly dances.
The sound of door opening was heard. Almost at the same time, a train sped by with its shrill roaring.
Turning his head, Sendoh saw the lanky form of a young man leaning against the door; his eyebrows drawn together forming a deep frown, one hand rubbing his temple. He wore an outsized cotton shirt with grid patterns; the buttons were undone at the top.
"Mitsui-san?" Sendoh heard himself ask.
The latter looked up; apart from those dashing eyebrows, his features were delicately handsome.
"I am." He spoke in a low voice, seemingly repressing his impatience. "What can I do for you?"
"I'm the physician in charge of neurosurgery from Kanagawa General Hospital, Doctor Akari Sendoh. There is a patient, who's already on the verge of dying, he wishes to see you before he goes."
Mitsui's eyes grew sharp at this, Sendoh calmly confronted his gaze, while continuing: "His name is Hikari Mitsui."
"I don't know him." Mitsui's voice was a bit hoarse, frowning harder, he rubbed his temple with more force. "Sorry but I'd like to rest."
Just before the door was shut behind him, Sendoh grabbed his hand, "I have some pain reliever if you are not feeling well."
Mitsui struggled a little, but he seemed to be too exhausted to put up a fight.
After taking the medicine, Mitsui's breathing finally became more and more steady.
Crossing his legs, Sendoh sat on the edge of Mitsui's bed, looking at his pale complexion slowly regaining some colors.
He really was a good-looking man. His nose straight however delicate, the lips full and moist. Right then when he was resting with his eyes closed, he even looked somewhat childlike.
Yet very stubborn, because he wasn't asleep but was reluctant to open his eyes. Perhaps he feared not being able to refuse someone who had looked after him.
Sighing to himself, Sendoh put down the glass of water, then stood up.
"You will be fine after taking some rest. I'm leaving."
Opening the door, he paused and saw the last flash of sunrays sinking into the horizon.
"I will come again."