DISCLAIMER: The storyline is mine.
Author's Notes: Hi, OrOoo-san! I'm not killing Sakuragi, so don't
worry! I don't have to bring him back from the dead. Bad Faith, my
friend, don't you threaten me with Sanzo's gun *shrinks back in fear*. Jigen,
fancy seeing you here *waves*. Hello sLL, thanks for your kind reviews
for my other fics as well! Ah, gomen, but one of my bad habits is writing short
chapters, but I'll try to lengthen the chapters. I'm not a cruel person the
last time I checked, akane, so I don't think I'll make Sakuragi suffer
that much. Thank you for your generous feedbacks! *bows*
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"Sakuragi-kun!"
wailed Haruko. "Kami-sama, please save him!"
"He's in the operation theatre
now," remarked Kogure. "We can only pray for the best."
Haruko nodded. After the
accident, a passerby wasted no time in contacting the hospital, asking them to
send an ambulance immediately. Haruko was too shocked that she could only run
to Sakuragi's unconscious body. The scarlet pool of blood scared Haruko out of
her wits. Upon arriving at the hospital, she rang Ayako up, who in turn
informed everyone about the misfortune.
"How long has he been in
there?" asked Miyagi, pacing up and down restlessly.
"One hour…" answered Ayako.
She bit her fingernails in suspense.
"Did you contact everyone,
Ayako?" asked Mitsui. "Rukawa's not here."
"I know the two of them hate each
other, but surely Rukawa's not so heartless that he refused to see Sakuragi?"
added Miyagi.
Ayako shook her head. "It's
nothing like that. I couldn't contact him. I believe he must've pulled his
telephone lines, disconnecting the line."
"It's the only way when you
have fan-girls calling you up 24/7, bugging you hours without end," commented
Mitsui.
Kogure
eyed him carefully. "Any experience?"
Mitsui
laughed nervously. "Once, and only once! Don't look at me like that, Kogure!"
The doors opened, a doctor
emerged from behind them. He was shaking his head. All eyes turned in his
direction.
"Doctor!" they approached him.
"Is he dead?" demanded Mitsui.
"Can't you do something?"
insisted Miyagi.
"But…he can't be dead!" cried
Kogure.
"Sakuragi-kun!!!" Haruko
wailed louder.
"Have you tried everything?"
chipped in Ayako.
The little man held his hands
up, motioning them to be silent. "Who's dead?"
"Sakuragi Hanamichi!" they
said in unison.
"You mean the redheaded guy?"
"YES!!"
"Oh, him! He's not dead, I
assure you."
"Then WHY the sad face?"
"Please calm down. Your friend
is not dead, but…"
"But WHAT??"
"We managed all the cuts,
wounds and bruises. It's a miracle not even one bone is broken, though. But
there's one major problem…"
"KAMI-SAMA!!"
"He go a serious concussion…"
"He has amnesia?" cried Ayako.
I thought they say it only happens in the movies!
"Is his skull shattered?"
asked Miyagi. So much blood…it's freaking me out..
"SAKURAGI-KUN~!!!!" (A/N:
no prize for guessing who said this…)
"The bash has interrupted his
nerves. So that means…"
This time, they didn't scream.
Only Kogure could let out a squeak. "Are you saying…that he's…?"
The doctor nodded gravely.
Please…let
this only be a horrid nightmare, not more…Dear God, listen to my prayers…
Rukawa ran to the
reception desk. "Sakuragi Hanamichi's room?"
The
image he had seen of Sakuragi involved in an accident was far too real that he
could not ignore it. He could feel something was wrong, and even his bones
could feel the chill. He had rushed to every single hospital he knew in
Kanagawa, with no luck. Until he reached the last one.
The young nurse was too
absorbed admiring Rukawa's looks to attend to his request. An older nurse
pushed her aside.
"Room 110," she replied
briskly. "Now go before you divert the other nurses' attention from their
work."
So
it's true…
Rukawa, having missed the
elevator, ran up the staircase. And you call yourself an athlete when you
even miss the lift…
Every inch of his body was
aching. His eyebrows quivered as he slowly regained his consciousness.
Ayako gripped Miyagi's hand.
"Look…he's awake."
It's all…white…and that
smell…Sakuragi knew that smell. He was in a hospital ward.
"Sakuragi-kun!" Haruko rushed
to the side of the bed. "How are you feeling right now?"
"I…why am I…in hospital?"
asked he. He rubbed his forehead.
"Can't you remember? You got
hit by a car," explained Mitsui. "No serious injury, um…I think…"
"Hisashi!" Kogure hissed
sharply, nudging him.
"Oh, yeah…I remember…"
Sakuragi groaned in pain. Itai…I've never felt pain this much before…
Unknown to them, Rukawa
appeared at the door silently. His heart felt sympathy as he witnessed
Sakuragi's condition. The latter's forehead was wrapped in bandages, and there
were cuts on his face. But the final blow was yet to come.
"Um, guys…why don't you guys
turn the lights on? It's dark…" asked Sakuragi.
At that moment Rukawa's face
turned pale—making him look fairer than ever.
Sakuragi Hanamichi was blind.
"Sa…Sakuragi…I don't know how to
break this to you, but…you…you've lost your vision." Kogure said slowly.
"Megane-kun? You're kidding,
right?" Impossible! I can't be blind!
"He's dead serious. The doctor
said the blow on your head had disrupted some of your nerves…that's to say, the
eye nerves," resumed Mitsui.
Rukawa had to lean against the
wall for support. His legs were losing their strength. His breathing was
getting more robust as he frantically tried to catch his breath.
Sakuragi could not accept the
fact. He gave a yell, a loud and scary yell, and tried to get out of his bed.
Mitsui and Miyagi, with a minor assistance from Kogure, controlled him by
pinning him down.
"Let
me go, let me go!" insisted Sakuragi, wringing his hand frantically in
desperate attempt to escape. Mitsui's clutches merely tightened. "Don't fool
me! Turn the lights on, I say! This can't be happening to me!" They're
lying! They're just joking!
"Hanamichi!" Miyagi nearly
barked. "Calm down! I know you're upset but—"
"Sakuragi!!" Mitsui said. "If
you don't stop acting like a lunatic, I'll be forced to—" Mitsui never did
finish his sentence, for Sakuragi had pushed him aside. Mitsui was thrown to
the wall.
"Damn…he's
still as strong as ever…" mumbled Mitsui crossly.
"Hisa—Mitsui!" cried Kogure.
"Why that useless—" Mitsui was
about to launch an attack but Kogure was in time to hold him back.
"Calm
down, I beg of you! You have to excuse him!" pointed out Kogure.
Rukawa almost entered the
scene, seeing things were getting out of control. But he was a second too late.
Sakuragi's doctor had already come into the room, a syringe in his hand. But
his own patient kicked the poor doctor before he could do anything. The needle
flung to the other corner of the room.
"Sakuragi-kun! Please stop!"
yowled Haruko.
Ayako brought her fan out from
her bad and swiped it at Sakuragi. The latter fell on the bed, unconscious.
For a moment everybody lost
his or her voices. They were too shocked for words. Even Kogure's glasses were
about to fall from its place.
"Uh, wasn't that a little too
much?" asked Kogure, nervous. "You might worsen his condition…"
"Yeah, who knows?" interrupted
Mitsui. "Maybe he's also deaf now…" If so, he'll be more enraged than ever…
"It's
effective," Ayako pointed out.
The doctor was horrified, for
he had never came across such a state of affairs in his whole years of being a
doctor. "What have you done?" Is he still alive? If the management hears
about this, I'll be fired!
"I put him to sleep," answered
Ayako simply.
"But…but…" The doctor was pointing
a shaking finger at the unmoving Sakuragi.
"It would be impossible for
you to administer the God-knows-what in that hypodermic when he's deranged."
Miyagi nodded in agreement.
"Aya-chan's right—as always."
Outside the room, Rukawa
frowned. If they had Sakuragi in the right hands—my very own—things won't
get this complicated…
"Oh, my…this is all very
dreadful…" remarked Haruko. "Poor Sakuragi-kun…"
"I think it's better if you
leave now," murmured the doctor.
"But, Matsuyama-sensei…"
"You can do nothing now. His
mood is not stable. You can come back to visit him again tomorrow."
"But tomorrow's so far away!"
protested Haruko. What if…Sakuragi-kun suddenly…
"Please…" Dr. Matsuyama
lowered his head. "The patient needs some rest. And some peace and quiet." Not
to mention the other patients as well…
"Let's go," urged Kogure.
"He's right. Maybe Sakuragi will feel better tomorrow." I hope so…
The doctor watched the five
teenagers departed. He conducted several check-ups on Sakuragi, and he withdrew,
thinking maybe he should adopt the manageress' paper fan technique in handling
unhinged patients.
On
the other hand, if he wanted to maintain his job, he might as well forget the
idea.
Finally, they're leaving…Rukawa
glared at them from his hiding place. After they had gone, Rukawa made his way
to Sakuragi's room. Without giving it a second thought, he entered.
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Author's Notes: Was it good, or was it bad? Reviews are greatly appreciated! Take note; reviews, NOT flames.
