A little about caring
A nurse came and asked me if I knew him. I nodded and she gave me a sheet to fill. Mainly about Daisuke´s facts. Things like age, address and other stuff. Most of them I left blank, because I had no clue.
Then, there was a little space where the doctor had written his observation.
´Lost over a litre of blood. Both hands broken. Strange scars in the wrists and arms. Must rest´
Damn! This guy is really bad.
"Ishida Yamato, are you Daisuke´s brother or something?" The doctor asked. "No, I´m just a strange kind of friend.Why are you asking?"
He explained to me that Daisuke had no where to stay. He had no family and hardly any friends. Also he comment about the scars on his arms.
" It looks that your little friend's crash was not an accident. He was perfectly sober, the car looked fine and the fact that he crashed with a light post."
"So, I guess you think it was a suicide attempt. Don't you, Doctor?"
"Right. I think he should receive psychological treatment. And. I think you could. help him."
"Yeah. right. I´ll help him"
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"Mind if I come in?"
No answer
I opened the door and went in without asking a second time.
Daisuke was lying in the bed. He looks angry, staring to a blank space on the room´s roof. His two hands are plastered till a little lower than the elbow. I grabbed a chair and sat near his bed.
"Why are you here, I mean, staying with me?" he asked coldly. His voice showed some kind of pain.
"Because, I think that you have no-one to stay with and also, you´re an interesting person. and because. I care about you"
He blushed lightly. Turned his back to me and thanked me for that with the same voice than before. "You should rest, you´ve lost far too much blood. See ya"
A nurse came and asked me if I knew him. I nodded and she gave me a sheet to fill. Mainly about Daisuke´s facts. Things like age, address and other stuff. Most of them I left blank, because I had no clue.
Then, there was a little space where the doctor had written his observation.
´Lost over a litre of blood. Both hands broken. Strange scars in the wrists and arms. Must rest´
Damn! This guy is really bad.
"Ishida Yamato, are you Daisuke´s brother or something?" The doctor asked. "No, I´m just a strange kind of friend.Why are you asking?"
He explained to me that Daisuke had no where to stay. He had no family and hardly any friends. Also he comment about the scars on his arms.
" It looks that your little friend's crash was not an accident. He was perfectly sober, the car looked fine and the fact that he crashed with a light post."
"So, I guess you think it was a suicide attempt. Don't you, Doctor?"
"Right. I think he should receive psychological treatment. And. I think you could. help him."
"Yeah. right. I´ll help him"
------*-------
"Mind if I come in?"
No answer
I opened the door and went in without asking a second time.
Daisuke was lying in the bed. He looks angry, staring to a blank space on the room´s roof. His two hands are plastered till a little lower than the elbow. I grabbed a chair and sat near his bed.
"Why are you here, I mean, staying with me?" he asked coldly. His voice showed some kind of pain.
"Because, I think that you have no-one to stay with and also, you´re an interesting person. and because. I care about you"
He blushed lightly. Turned his back to me and thanked me for that with the same voice than before. "You should rest, you´ve lost far too much blood. See ya"