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#18-Who said it wasn't Kyo/Uo? I'm not jumping into K/U because Kyo still has feelings for Tohru. We'll start seeing K/U in chapter 3.

Hatori's Diagnosis

Hatori came slowly.

"A time of it in the rain," was his explanation, and then settled next to the couch to check out Uo.

"Is…is she hurt badly?" Tohru asked.

"Let me check."

"Yes…yes, of course. I'll…I'll go make some tea." Tohru turned to the kitchen.

Kyo stopped her. "I'll do that." He saw that her hands were shaking. "Just relax." He saw that she was about to protest. "All your standing is bad for Kyoko."

"R-right." Tohru sat down on the recliner, her hands folded over her stomach. "I'm just worried about Uo-chan."

Hatori glanced over at her. "Just don't forget about the baby."

"I…I won't." Tohru seemed to sink into the recliner.

As Kyo stood over the range, his thoughts wandered. This was much different than the future he'd expected when he'd lived at Shigure's. He'd imagined that he and Tohru might have a chance together, that Yuki and Uo would drop out of his life. He certainly never thought that Uo would be in his living room, being treated by Hatori.

He heard someone knock, and Tohru open the door, and Yuki enter. He flinched, as he always did when he saw or heard Yuki. Surprisingly, hatred had died away, leaving only the emptiness of defeat. Yuki had won. He'd married Tohru. Surely, neither of them felt that Tohru was a mere prize, but to put things in perspective, Kyo had lost and Yuki had won. He'd lost two years ago, when Yuki had proposed.

"Kyo."

Kyo turned around. Yuki stood in the doorway.

"Yeah, what?" Kyo snapped.

Yuki's expression didn't change. It rarely ever did.

"Thanks for letting Tohru-chan use your phone."

Kyo shrugged.

"I thought you might be spiteful, because she ma…"

"I'm not," Kyo interrupted.

The kettle started whistling.

"Tea's ready. Go back to the living room."

"…Yeah." Yuki turned and walked away, leaving Kyo with a screaming kettle and another gaping pit in his soul.

"Hatori-san, is it…is it bad?" Tohru asked.

"Well, I can't tell for certain without an X-ray, but I'm pretty sure her ribs are broken."

"Oh, God." Tohru buried her face in her hands. "I knew she was hurt, but her ribs broken…it's Mother all over again."

A tear escaped her eye.

"Don't move her," Hatori advised. "And call an ambulance."

"Yes, of course!" Tohru leaped up. "Kyo-kun, may I?"

Kyo waved her away.

"Thank you!" Tohru disappeared into the kitchen.

She appeared a few seconds later, her face white and lank as a sheet.

"Tohru-chan, what's wrong?" Yuki asked, standing up from the couch.

"The phone's dead."

His expression didn't change, but inside, Hatori panicked. He hadn't wanted to worry Tohru, but Uo's problem didn't stop at her rib cage. He feared that one of the ribs had pierced her right lung.

And if she didn't get help soon, she would die.

There! Doesn't that leave you with an ominous feeling?

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