Disclaimer: HA! I am rich I found my piece of string! So now I have my piece of string and a paper clip. All must bow before me.
"..." talking
'...' thinking
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Mamoru looked at his watch, quarter after three, 'where's Motoki? He said he'd be here just after three.' There was a knock at the door; Mamoru got up to answer it. When he opened the door Motoki walked into the room without saying hello and sat down on Mamoru's couch. Mamoru sat on the chair adjacent from Motoki. "You look horrible, I thought I was the sick one." Mamoru said jokingly.
Motoki looked up at Mamoru, "I had a rough day so far. First I went to the arcade to pick up Usagi, because she wanted to apologise to you for yesterday. When I got there Rei was freaking out because Usa hadn't shown up to meet them. So I went to her house a played twenty questions with her Dad, which wasn't any fun. Then I went back to the arcade to tell the girls were Usa was and then I came here."
'Usako was gonna come here!' He thought happily, but his happiness faded when he realised Motoki had not told him why Usagi did not come. "Motoki, where's Usagi?"
Motoki looked away from his friend, "she's in the hospital," he spoke quietly enough Mamoru couldn't hear what he had said.
"Please tell me where she is," the love sick boy begged.
Motoki had never seen Mamoru looked so worried about anyone before. He wasn't sure how his friend would react. Before saying anything he took a deep breath, "she's in the hospital." He said again, but loud enough for Mamoru to hear.
Mamoru didn't say anything; the last time he was in a hospital was after the crash, when his parents died. "It's all my fault isn't it? I made her sick."
Motoki wasn't sure how to respond. It was quiet possible that Mamoru was the reason Usagi got sick. "Do you want to go see her?"
Mamoru nodded, but remained silent.
Motoki and Mamoru entered the hospital and walked up to the receptionist.
"Motoki!"
Motoki and Mamoru looked over to where the call had come from.
"Hey Shingo, where's your sister?"
"She's down this way." Shingo and Motoki continued to talk while Mamoru followed quietly.
They entered a white room and found Usagi laying in a bed with Ikuko sitting in the chair beside the bed.
"Hey mom, it's Motoki from the arcade and his friend."
Ikuko forced a smile at the two visitors and wiped away tears from her face.
"How is she doing?" Mamoru asked, trying to hide his worry for Usagi.
"Her fever has gone down, but she slipped out of consciousness about a half an hour ago. The doctors still aren't sure what's wrong with her. They've taken test, but they can't find anything."
Mamoru stood beside Usagi's bed, 'Odango-atama, why did you have to get sick on me?' He blinked back the threatening tears.
"Um Mrs, Tsukino," Motoki spoke up "Would you like to get some coffee?"
Ikuko at Mamoru, then at Motoki, "A coffee would be nice." She got up from her chair. "Come on Shingo, maybe you can get something too."
They left the room leaving Mamoru alone with Usagi. He held Usagi's small hand and gently kisses her forehead, "I'm sorry," he whispered into her, "I should have never yelled at you. Please come back to me Usako, I'm nothing without you." A single tear rolled down his face.
"..." talking
'...' thinking
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Mamoru looked at his watch, quarter after three, 'where's Motoki? He said he'd be here just after three.' There was a knock at the door; Mamoru got up to answer it. When he opened the door Motoki walked into the room without saying hello and sat down on Mamoru's couch. Mamoru sat on the chair adjacent from Motoki. "You look horrible, I thought I was the sick one." Mamoru said jokingly.
Motoki looked up at Mamoru, "I had a rough day so far. First I went to the arcade to pick up Usagi, because she wanted to apologise to you for yesterday. When I got there Rei was freaking out because Usa hadn't shown up to meet them. So I went to her house a played twenty questions with her Dad, which wasn't any fun. Then I went back to the arcade to tell the girls were Usa was and then I came here."
'Usako was gonna come here!' He thought happily, but his happiness faded when he realised Motoki had not told him why Usagi did not come. "Motoki, where's Usagi?"
Motoki looked away from his friend, "she's in the hospital," he spoke quietly enough Mamoru couldn't hear what he had said.
"Please tell me where she is," the love sick boy begged.
Motoki had never seen Mamoru looked so worried about anyone before. He wasn't sure how his friend would react. Before saying anything he took a deep breath, "she's in the hospital." He said again, but loud enough for Mamoru to hear.
Mamoru didn't say anything; the last time he was in a hospital was after the crash, when his parents died. "It's all my fault isn't it? I made her sick."
Motoki wasn't sure how to respond. It was quiet possible that Mamoru was the reason Usagi got sick. "Do you want to go see her?"
Mamoru nodded, but remained silent.
Motoki and Mamoru entered the hospital and walked up to the receptionist.
"Motoki!"
Motoki and Mamoru looked over to where the call had come from.
"Hey Shingo, where's your sister?"
"She's down this way." Shingo and Motoki continued to talk while Mamoru followed quietly.
They entered a white room and found Usagi laying in a bed with Ikuko sitting in the chair beside the bed.
"Hey mom, it's Motoki from the arcade and his friend."
Ikuko forced a smile at the two visitors and wiped away tears from her face.
"How is she doing?" Mamoru asked, trying to hide his worry for Usagi.
"Her fever has gone down, but she slipped out of consciousness about a half an hour ago. The doctors still aren't sure what's wrong with her. They've taken test, but they can't find anything."
Mamoru stood beside Usagi's bed, 'Odango-atama, why did you have to get sick on me?' He blinked back the threatening tears.
"Um Mrs, Tsukino," Motoki spoke up "Would you like to get some coffee?"
Ikuko at Mamoru, then at Motoki, "A coffee would be nice." She got up from her chair. "Come on Shingo, maybe you can get something too."
They left the room leaving Mamoru alone with Usagi. He held Usagi's small hand and gently kisses her forehead, "I'm sorry," he whispered into her, "I should have never yelled at you. Please come back to me Usako, I'm nothing without you." A single tear rolled down his face.