Rage glared at Emi as she stood in front of him, choking. He was actually glad she was choking. He groaned as his girlfriend leaned against him, griping his shirt with one hand.
Emi couldn't stop laughing. In fact, she was starting to choke and cry with laughter. Rage sat down on her couch and sighed as Emi's little brother, Walt, walked in and started lauhing.
"Thats enough!" he yelled, but they still laughed. Emi sat down, finally, giggling and poked Rage's large belly.
"I think I am beginning to like Child Development class!" she said, wiping the tears from her eyes. Rage grumbled. Earlier that day, during the last class, every male student was sentenced to have a fake 'pregnant woman' stomach and chest. Every day, for 3 weeks they had to wear the bulky outfit, supervised by their female partners.
"I swear, I got the largest stomach~" Rage complained. "Could someone get me that glass of water?" he asked. Emi smiled and kissed Rage on his forehead and went to the kitchen. Rage glared at Walt, who was still laughing and smiled at Emi as she walked in with his water.
"Lets see you get it." she said, smiling and placing the glass on the far edge of the living room's coffee table. Rage glared, and struggled to get to his feet. Emi and Walt burts into tears again as Rage kept falling backwards.
"This stomach!" he yelled, placing a hand on the huge belly that kept his legs from straightening for him to stand. Finally giving up, Rage slouched back on the couch and tried to ignore his girlfriend and his brother. Supressing a laugh, Emi picked up the glass again and sat next to Rage.
"I'm sorry. Heres your water." she offered. Rage cotinued to ignore her. Taking his leave, Walt snuck out with a banana muffin. "Oh Rage, stop it! You aren't the only guy who has to wear that!" She recieved no verbal answer, but Rage was still staring at the wall. Emi sighed and held his hand in both of hers. "Rage, come on, its only 1 hour a day for 3 weeks. Its not as long as you think!" Emi insisted. Rage sighed, then turned around and hugged Emi with one arm.
"I guess." he said, kissing her temple. "Why are you always right?" he asked. Emi laughed.
Walt was on his bed, reading his history book and trying to imagine a time when Zones didn't exist. Suddenly, raised voices brought him out of the past. He rushed to his door and opened it up a crack. Emi and Rage were fighting, and Rage had the fake stomach lying on the ground.
"Rage, stop!" Emi shouted, wanting Rage to stop yelling at her and to not leave. Rage turned around and frowned down at Emi, then hurried out.
"Emi? Whats going on?" Walt asked. Emi grabbed jer jacket and pulled it on.
"It was so pointless...Walt, stay here!" she instructed, then disappeared out the door.
Emi ran out from the apartment building into the street below. During the day it had rained and the sidewalks and streets were slick with water. Emi looked way down the street to see Rage hurrying away.
"Rage!" Emi yelled. By habit, Rage turned around to look at whoever had called him. Emi stopped, then noticed his eyes had gone wide. Suddenly, Emi felt something hit the back of her head and knew nothing more.
Emi's head pounded. She could feel the blood pulsing hot behind her eyes. She forced them open nonetheless, then closed them in pain.
"Now Mister...." the nurse frowned and looked down at her clipboard.
"Rage." he said. Rage plached his hand on Walt's shoulder and griped it tightly.
"Raymond---" the nurse started.
"Ray" Rage cut in.
"Ray G.? Please, I need your full name." she insisted. Rage sighed.
"Just put Ray G down. It will go through, I promise. Now what about Emi?" he asked.
'Emi?' she thought. 'Oh, thats right. Emi is me...I am Emi...' Emi stirred a bit. Rage smiled and sat in te stool next to Emi's bedside and brushed the hair from her eyes.
"Hey Emi. Are you alright?" he asked. Emi frowned at Rage and tried to move back a bit.
"Who..." she started, then was suddenly looking into Walt's worried face.
"Emi! Are you alright?" he asked. Emi just stared. "Ecks should be here soon. He promised as soon as he heard."
'Heard? Heard what? Where am I?' she wanted to ask, but her throat was too dry. Her eyes found a glass of water then Rage picked up and brought to her lips. Emi closed her eyes tight and tried to move back again.
"Don't take it personal Ray." Ecks said, waltzing in. "She just needs someone more familiar with her than you." he took the glass and placed a straw in, and poked the end through Emi's dry lips. Emi sucked in, making Ecks worried look go away. "Now me," he said, pulling the glass away when Emi was done. "I have known her since she and I were in diapers."
"Excuse me!" The nurse cut in, tired of staying around. "Emi's condition is serious and needs to be taken seriously!" she fumed a bit. Rage sat closer to Emi and held her hand.
"I am taking it seriously!" he insisted. Emi yelped and pulled away from Rage's grasp. "Emi, what---"
"Who are you?" she finally gasped out, thrn began coughing. Ecks gave her the glass again. Everyone except the nurse stared, surprised.
"Her current condition is amnesia, caused by the blow to the head. I doubt she will remember much for the next few weeks.' the nurse finished. Walt sat on his sister's bed and hugged her tight while Rage just stood there, dumbfounded. Ecks was leaning against the wall, in full confidence he could help Emi regain her memory.
Emi couldn't stop laughing. In fact, she was starting to choke and cry with laughter. Rage sat down on her couch and sighed as Emi's little brother, Walt, walked in and started lauhing.
"Thats enough!" he yelled, but they still laughed. Emi sat down, finally, giggling and poked Rage's large belly.
"I think I am beginning to like Child Development class!" she said, wiping the tears from her eyes. Rage grumbled. Earlier that day, during the last class, every male student was sentenced to have a fake 'pregnant woman' stomach and chest. Every day, for 3 weeks they had to wear the bulky outfit, supervised by their female partners.
"I swear, I got the largest stomach~" Rage complained. "Could someone get me that glass of water?" he asked. Emi smiled and kissed Rage on his forehead and went to the kitchen. Rage glared at Walt, who was still laughing and smiled at Emi as she walked in with his water.
"Lets see you get it." she said, smiling and placing the glass on the far edge of the living room's coffee table. Rage glared, and struggled to get to his feet. Emi and Walt burts into tears again as Rage kept falling backwards.
"This stomach!" he yelled, placing a hand on the huge belly that kept his legs from straightening for him to stand. Finally giving up, Rage slouched back on the couch and tried to ignore his girlfriend and his brother. Supressing a laugh, Emi picked up the glass again and sat next to Rage.
"I'm sorry. Heres your water." she offered. Rage cotinued to ignore her. Taking his leave, Walt snuck out with a banana muffin. "Oh Rage, stop it! You aren't the only guy who has to wear that!" She recieved no verbal answer, but Rage was still staring at the wall. Emi sighed and held his hand in both of hers. "Rage, come on, its only 1 hour a day for 3 weeks. Its not as long as you think!" Emi insisted. Rage sighed, then turned around and hugged Emi with one arm.
"I guess." he said, kissing her temple. "Why are you always right?" he asked. Emi laughed.
Walt was on his bed, reading his history book and trying to imagine a time when Zones didn't exist. Suddenly, raised voices brought him out of the past. He rushed to his door and opened it up a crack. Emi and Rage were fighting, and Rage had the fake stomach lying on the ground.
"Rage, stop!" Emi shouted, wanting Rage to stop yelling at her and to not leave. Rage turned around and frowned down at Emi, then hurried out.
"Emi? Whats going on?" Walt asked. Emi grabbed jer jacket and pulled it on.
"It was so pointless...Walt, stay here!" she instructed, then disappeared out the door.
Emi ran out from the apartment building into the street below. During the day it had rained and the sidewalks and streets were slick with water. Emi looked way down the street to see Rage hurrying away.
"Rage!" Emi yelled. By habit, Rage turned around to look at whoever had called him. Emi stopped, then noticed his eyes had gone wide. Suddenly, Emi felt something hit the back of her head and knew nothing more.
Emi's head pounded. She could feel the blood pulsing hot behind her eyes. She forced them open nonetheless, then closed them in pain.
"Now Mister...." the nurse frowned and looked down at her clipboard.
"Rage." he said. Rage plached his hand on Walt's shoulder and griped it tightly.
"Raymond---" the nurse started.
"Ray" Rage cut in.
"Ray G.? Please, I need your full name." she insisted. Rage sighed.
"Just put Ray G down. It will go through, I promise. Now what about Emi?" he asked.
'Emi?' she thought. 'Oh, thats right. Emi is me...I am Emi...' Emi stirred a bit. Rage smiled and sat in te stool next to Emi's bedside and brushed the hair from her eyes.
"Hey Emi. Are you alright?" he asked. Emi frowned at Rage and tried to move back a bit.
"Who..." she started, then was suddenly looking into Walt's worried face.
"Emi! Are you alright?" he asked. Emi just stared. "Ecks should be here soon. He promised as soon as he heard."
'Heard? Heard what? Where am I?' she wanted to ask, but her throat was too dry. Her eyes found a glass of water then Rage picked up and brought to her lips. Emi closed her eyes tight and tried to move back again.
"Don't take it personal Ray." Ecks said, waltzing in. "She just needs someone more familiar with her than you." he took the glass and placed a straw in, and poked the end through Emi's dry lips. Emi sucked in, making Ecks worried look go away. "Now me," he said, pulling the glass away when Emi was done. "I have known her since she and I were in diapers."
"Excuse me!" The nurse cut in, tired of staying around. "Emi's condition is serious and needs to be taken seriously!" she fumed a bit. Rage sat closer to Emi and held her hand.
"I am taking it seriously!" he insisted. Emi yelped and pulled away from Rage's grasp. "Emi, what---"
"Who are you?" she finally gasped out, thrn began coughing. Ecks gave her the glass again. Everyone except the nurse stared, surprised.
"Her current condition is amnesia, caused by the blow to the head. I doubt she will remember much for the next few weeks.' the nurse finished. Walt sat on his sister's bed and hugged her tight while Rage just stood there, dumbfounded. Ecks was leaning against the wall, in full confidence he could help Emi regain her memory.