opium alkaloids/codeine= medications, painkillers made from poppy seeds
"What?" I choked out. Hatori turned to me. "Yes. It was a minor stroke and he will recover. He's on medication and he'll be released in a week," he said. "Oh," was all I could mutter. I was shocked. I knew that Akito was generally a person plagued with sickness often, but I didn't know that it could become serious. "This is the first time this has happened. Doctors believe it was brought on by an extended amount of stress. They say we should just let him relax. He's sleeping now," Shigure said. I nodded as my cheeks began to burn and turn pink.
"We should visit him in a few minutes," Hatori suggested. "Why so eager?" asked Shigure. Hatori cleared his throat professioanlly. "I have an obligation to be worried about him. He is my main patient and one that I know inside-out. I have taken care of Akito since he was a young child. I am his doctor. I can possibly be of some help to the others," he said.
A nurse came over to us. "Sohma Akito is resting now and you may see him if you wish though please speak softly," the nurse instructed. She led us into a back room marked E 19. There were curtains drawn and the only thing to be heard was the IV and the sound of slow, shallow breathing from behind the curtain. The nurse looked at Akito with pity and dismissed herself so we could be alone with him.
We approached the curtain. Behind it was a bed, on it resting a young man looking so youthful now. His head was turned to the side, his arm laying off to the side as well lower on the bed. His hair was messy and matted and lay all across the pillow his head rested on. Sleeping there, he seemed so helpless and defenseless against what was happening. And I truly felt sorry for him. He had been misunderstood his entire life and not to mention all the burdens layed on his shoulders. Why did this have to happen to him? I asked myself. He is, I know, a very good person.
But at least, for now, he is safe. I smiled despite the current situation. Everything is going to be okay. Akito moaned and turned his head to the other side. "He's going to be okay," I told Shigure and Hatori, looking from one side to the other at them. A doctor entered the room with a clipboard. "Hello," he said. "I'm going to take his blood pressure." "Be careful of what medications you give him. He sometimes itches and gets headaches," Hatori warned. "Yes. I'll keep that in mind," the doctor said. "Oh, and he's allergic to codeine as well as a few other opium alkaloids," Hatori pointed out. "And sometimes Aspirin makes him dizzy." The doctor looked up. "Are you in the medical practice," he asked Hatori almost accusingly. Hatori looked away. "No."
Shigure cleared his throat awkwardly. "I'm going to go call Yuki and Kyo and tell them what happened," he said, leaving the room. I followed him. Realizing I was following him, he stopped in front of the pay phone. Not looking directly at me, he asked: "Tohru, why did you come here?" I paused for a moment. "Because," I began. "I wanted to finish what I was saying." He sighed. "Later," was all he said in a way meaning the conversation was over.
Why was Shigure acting like this? He was pretending he didn't want to deal with this now, like it was not the most immediate thing. Almost as if it was a hassle. And that made me sad. Shigure had never acted before in a way like I had been anything of a hassle, and now that he had, it made me very sad. I truly didn't want to be a burden to anyone, especially not to him.
Next to me, Shigure put a coin in the slot next to the phone and dialed our number. "Hello. Yuki. We're at the hospital. Akito had a stroke. We'll be home soon." There was a short pause, then: "Bye." Shigure set the phone down and then glanced at me for a moment and looked as if he was going to say something. "Let's go back by Hatori," he finally said.
Hatori was examining the IV while the doctor who by this time was convinced Hatori was a doctor, which he was, just not professionally, talking to him about certain antibiotics. Akito was still sleeping, not to mention breathing. Shigure and I entered the room quietly to check up on things.
A few minutes later, we heard a moan and a black-haired young man opened his eyes. Hatori and the doctor turned to him. "So, you've decided to open your eyes finally. Good evening Mr. Sohma. It is currently 8:37 and the temperature is 62 degrees outside," the doctor said, giving a full report of the current atmospheric conditions. Akito sat up slowly and rubbed his eyes. He didn't speak for a moment and seemed to be trying to figure out where he was. "What happened?" he finally croaked raspily. "You had a stroke," Hatori supplied. "It was fairly minor and you will recover," he added. Akito seemed to not really have absorbed that and seemed dazed from the medication, not fully aware.
"You'll rest here for a few more days and then we'll release you, good as new," the doctor said, now cheeful his patient had woken up. Akito nodded in a dazed state. "Well, that's all for now. I'll check up on you later Mr. Sohma," he told Akito and left; Hatori seemed relieved.
"You should take it easy from now on," Hatori instructed Akito. "Yeah," was all he said in reply. Setting himself into a reclining position again, he muttered: "I'm going to sleep." "He's exhausted from his ordeal and the medication. He'll be sleeping quite soundly. There's no need to stay any longer," he said. "I suppose we should go. It's late," Shigure said, excusing us.
On the way home in the car, I glanced at Shigure hesitantly. Forcing myself to speak in case this chance never came again, I spoke softly. Feeling that I shouldn't directly enforce the subject, I said something else. "Shigure, I just want you to know that...that you can always lean on me when you have a problem or something. You can feel free to come to me for advice. You'll always have a friend in me, Shigure. Because, because Shigure, you're- you're my best friend."
I didn't know what I was expecting in response from what I had just said. I hoped that I hadn't put him on the spot. Hoping to persuade a response from him, I continued.
"And even if you think I won't listen or it's too stupid to tell me, that's okay. Or even if you are embarrassed or sad, or frustrated, or angry, that's okay too. I want to listen Shigure. I want to know what you're thinking and what your troubles are. I'll listen. I promise," I told him. My own speech had drawn tears from my eyes, but refused to let them fall. I waited patiently for some sort of response, anything.
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The void in the conversation grew wider every second. It was almost like Shigure had not heard what I had said. His eyes were fixed on the road. And finally, in the softest voice ever possible to be made by the lungs, I heard a soft, subtle: "Thank you," from my left. I smiled, knowing he understood.
Hey! Chappie 7 is at a close I am afraid. I'll update soon! You know I will.
"What?" I choked out. Hatori turned to me. "Yes. It was a minor stroke and he will recover. He's on medication and he'll be released in a week," he said. "Oh," was all I could mutter. I was shocked. I knew that Akito was generally a person plagued with sickness often, but I didn't know that it could become serious. "This is the first time this has happened. Doctors believe it was brought on by an extended amount of stress. They say we should just let him relax. He's sleeping now," Shigure said. I nodded as my cheeks began to burn and turn pink.
"We should visit him in a few minutes," Hatori suggested. "Why so eager?" asked Shigure. Hatori cleared his throat professioanlly. "I have an obligation to be worried about him. He is my main patient and one that I know inside-out. I have taken care of Akito since he was a young child. I am his doctor. I can possibly be of some help to the others," he said.
A nurse came over to us. "Sohma Akito is resting now and you may see him if you wish though please speak softly," the nurse instructed. She led us into a back room marked E 19. There were curtains drawn and the only thing to be heard was the IV and the sound of slow, shallow breathing from behind the curtain. The nurse looked at Akito with pity and dismissed herself so we could be alone with him.
We approached the curtain. Behind it was a bed, on it resting a young man looking so youthful now. His head was turned to the side, his arm laying off to the side as well lower on the bed. His hair was messy and matted and lay all across the pillow his head rested on. Sleeping there, he seemed so helpless and defenseless against what was happening. And I truly felt sorry for him. He had been misunderstood his entire life and not to mention all the burdens layed on his shoulders. Why did this have to happen to him? I asked myself. He is, I know, a very good person.
But at least, for now, he is safe. I smiled despite the current situation. Everything is going to be okay. Akito moaned and turned his head to the other side. "He's going to be okay," I told Shigure and Hatori, looking from one side to the other at them. A doctor entered the room with a clipboard. "Hello," he said. "I'm going to take his blood pressure." "Be careful of what medications you give him. He sometimes itches and gets headaches," Hatori warned. "Yes. I'll keep that in mind," the doctor said. "Oh, and he's allergic to codeine as well as a few other opium alkaloids," Hatori pointed out. "And sometimes Aspirin makes him dizzy." The doctor looked up. "Are you in the medical practice," he asked Hatori almost accusingly. Hatori looked away. "No."
Shigure cleared his throat awkwardly. "I'm going to go call Yuki and Kyo and tell them what happened," he said, leaving the room. I followed him. Realizing I was following him, he stopped in front of the pay phone. Not looking directly at me, he asked: "Tohru, why did you come here?" I paused for a moment. "Because," I began. "I wanted to finish what I was saying." He sighed. "Later," was all he said in a way meaning the conversation was over.
Why was Shigure acting like this? He was pretending he didn't want to deal with this now, like it was not the most immediate thing. Almost as if it was a hassle. And that made me sad. Shigure had never acted before in a way like I had been anything of a hassle, and now that he had, it made me very sad. I truly didn't want to be a burden to anyone, especially not to him.
Next to me, Shigure put a coin in the slot next to the phone and dialed our number. "Hello. Yuki. We're at the hospital. Akito had a stroke. We'll be home soon." There was a short pause, then: "Bye." Shigure set the phone down and then glanced at me for a moment and looked as if he was going to say something. "Let's go back by Hatori," he finally said.
Hatori was examining the IV while the doctor who by this time was convinced Hatori was a doctor, which he was, just not professionally, talking to him about certain antibiotics. Akito was still sleeping, not to mention breathing. Shigure and I entered the room quietly to check up on things.
A few minutes later, we heard a moan and a black-haired young man opened his eyes. Hatori and the doctor turned to him. "So, you've decided to open your eyes finally. Good evening Mr. Sohma. It is currently 8:37 and the temperature is 62 degrees outside," the doctor said, giving a full report of the current atmospheric conditions. Akito sat up slowly and rubbed his eyes. He didn't speak for a moment and seemed to be trying to figure out where he was. "What happened?" he finally croaked raspily. "You had a stroke," Hatori supplied. "It was fairly minor and you will recover," he added. Akito seemed to not really have absorbed that and seemed dazed from the medication, not fully aware.
"You'll rest here for a few more days and then we'll release you, good as new," the doctor said, now cheeful his patient had woken up. Akito nodded in a dazed state. "Well, that's all for now. I'll check up on you later Mr. Sohma," he told Akito and left; Hatori seemed relieved.
"You should take it easy from now on," Hatori instructed Akito. "Yeah," was all he said in reply. Setting himself into a reclining position again, he muttered: "I'm going to sleep." "He's exhausted from his ordeal and the medication. He'll be sleeping quite soundly. There's no need to stay any longer," he said. "I suppose we should go. It's late," Shigure said, excusing us.
On the way home in the car, I glanced at Shigure hesitantly. Forcing myself to speak in case this chance never came again, I spoke softly. Feeling that I shouldn't directly enforce the subject, I said something else. "Shigure, I just want you to know that...that you can always lean on me when you have a problem or something. You can feel free to come to me for advice. You'll always have a friend in me, Shigure. Because, because Shigure, you're- you're my best friend."
I didn't know what I was expecting in response from what I had just said. I hoped that I hadn't put him on the spot. Hoping to persuade a response from him, I continued.
"And even if you think I won't listen or it's too stupid to tell me, that's okay. Or even if you are embarrassed or sad, or frustrated, or angry, that's okay too. I want to listen Shigure. I want to know what you're thinking and what your troubles are. I'll listen. I promise," I told him. My own speech had drawn tears from my eyes, but refused to let them fall. I waited patiently for some sort of response, anything.
...................cricket....................
The void in the conversation grew wider every second. It was almost like Shigure had not heard what I had said. His eyes were fixed on the road. And finally, in the softest voice ever possible to be made by the lungs, I heard a soft, subtle: "Thank you," from my left. I smiled, knowing he understood.
Hey! Chappie 7 is at a close I am afraid. I'll update soon! You know I will.