Ran got up and stretched off the aching muscle cramps that began to accumulate
from sitting on the hard plastic chair.' From a tiring day at work to a near death situation
for the sake of a single cup of coffee', Ran pondered as he lounged by the waiting hall
at Tokyo Hospital. His mysterious savior had long been taken to the operating room
and from then on Ran had lost track of time. Aya-chan had not been pleased when she
received his phone call informing her that he wouldn't be able to attend dinner that night,
but once he filled her in on the current situation she understood yet she couldn't
completely hide her disappointment leaving him a little guilty.
He was growing reckless, yet he owed the man the courtesy of finding out the
whereabouts of his condition after the operation. For the umpteenth time that day,
Ran headed for the coffee machine. Finishing his coffee then tossing the empty
cup at a nearby dispenser, he reseated himself against the hard chair trying to find
something to occupy his time. He didn't feel like touring the hospital again, it only
brought about a depressive atmosphere to his already tampered mood. Growing
immune of his caffeine saturated system and finding nothing else to do, Ran
found himself gradually giving in to sleep.
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"Fujimiya-san . . . . . Wake up"
Ran felt himself grudgingly lift his eyelids, in attempt to wake up. Once fully conscious
he took a quick view of his surroundings and registered that he was still at the hospital,
he craned his neck to stare at the nurse whose voice irritatebly penetrated his
sleep and grimaced at the wave of pain that ensued; tenderly massaging the abused
area of his neck.
Noting that he was fully awake she continued, "The operation's been successful, I was
sent to fetch you, would you like to see him right now?"
Nodding silently he followed the nurse as she led him past a few corridors, before
stopping by room 109 at the intensive care ward. Nodding again in a sign of
gratitude Ran carefully opened the door and stepped into the room to be greeted by
the sight of an elderly doctor running a few quick check ups at the prone figure lying
on the bed. Aware of his presence, the doctor finished what he was doing then
walked towards him extending his hand "You must be Fujimiya-san", returning the
gesture Ran only shook his head in agreement.
"Shingo Akira" He genuinely smiled.
Not wasting anymore time with pleasantries, Ran questioned "How is he?"
Without missing a beat, "He's stable at the moment, suffered a few broken
ribs though luckily no vital organs were damaged, however he did endure a
sever concussion and we can't determine the extent of the damage until he
is fully conscious", the doctor replied in a serious tone.
"Have you contacted any of his friends or family?"
"Unfortunately Fujimiya-san, we found no withstanding record about him
or living relatives. The only clue to his whereabouts is the name we found
engraved on to this necklace that we found around his neck . . ." The doctor
pointed out as he reached for the necklace placed on the bedside table
and handing it over to the red head.
Accepting the object, Ran slowly analyzed the flat shaped silver pendant
scrutinizing the crafted letters that read 'P-X 101 Hidaka Ken'.
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After finishing some pending paperwork at the hospital the next day, paying for
all the necessary costs, Ran found himself constantly visiting the sleeping
brunette the past three days, sitting by his bedside as if his presence would
bring him back to the world of the living. None the less he was amazed at
his own actions, his usual self would have waited to be informed of the
strange man's awakening then make sure to carry out a vocal gratitude
before each walked their own path again.
Regardless of how hard he tried to convince himself, Ran was intrigued by
his mysterious savior and couldn't deny the invisible bond that kept him
attached to him. Thus, for every visit Ran had made it a routine to pass by
after work for a few minutes before heading home. That day however, he
had decided to stay an extra while.
Switching off the T.V, finding nothing worth watching he replaced the remote
control back on the bedside table when he suddenly sensed movement
coming from the occupant of the bed. Turning his head towards the soft
noise, Ran was taken aback.
For the second time since that fateful day, he was fascinated by the
intensifying brown eyes that stared back at him.
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from sitting on the hard plastic chair.' From a tiring day at work to a near death situation
for the sake of a single cup of coffee', Ran pondered as he lounged by the waiting hall
at Tokyo Hospital. His mysterious savior had long been taken to the operating room
and from then on Ran had lost track of time. Aya-chan had not been pleased when she
received his phone call informing her that he wouldn't be able to attend dinner that night,
but once he filled her in on the current situation she understood yet she couldn't
completely hide her disappointment leaving him a little guilty.
He was growing reckless, yet he owed the man the courtesy of finding out the
whereabouts of his condition after the operation. For the umpteenth time that day,
Ran headed for the coffee machine. Finishing his coffee then tossing the empty
cup at a nearby dispenser, he reseated himself against the hard chair trying to find
something to occupy his time. He didn't feel like touring the hospital again, it only
brought about a depressive atmosphere to his already tampered mood. Growing
immune of his caffeine saturated system and finding nothing else to do, Ran
found himself gradually giving in to sleep.
++++++
"Fujimiya-san . . . . . Wake up"
Ran felt himself grudgingly lift his eyelids, in attempt to wake up. Once fully conscious
he took a quick view of his surroundings and registered that he was still at the hospital,
he craned his neck to stare at the nurse whose voice irritatebly penetrated his
sleep and grimaced at the wave of pain that ensued; tenderly massaging the abused
area of his neck.
Noting that he was fully awake she continued, "The operation's been successful, I was
sent to fetch you, would you like to see him right now?"
Nodding silently he followed the nurse as she led him past a few corridors, before
stopping by room 109 at the intensive care ward. Nodding again in a sign of
gratitude Ran carefully opened the door and stepped into the room to be greeted by
the sight of an elderly doctor running a few quick check ups at the prone figure lying
on the bed. Aware of his presence, the doctor finished what he was doing then
walked towards him extending his hand "You must be Fujimiya-san", returning the
gesture Ran only shook his head in agreement.
"Shingo Akira" He genuinely smiled.
Not wasting anymore time with pleasantries, Ran questioned "How is he?"
Without missing a beat, "He's stable at the moment, suffered a few broken
ribs though luckily no vital organs were damaged, however he did endure a
sever concussion and we can't determine the extent of the damage until he
is fully conscious", the doctor replied in a serious tone.
"Have you contacted any of his friends or family?"
"Unfortunately Fujimiya-san, we found no withstanding record about him
or living relatives. The only clue to his whereabouts is the name we found
engraved on to this necklace that we found around his neck . . ." The doctor
pointed out as he reached for the necklace placed on the bedside table
and handing it over to the red head.
Accepting the object, Ran slowly analyzed the flat shaped silver pendant
scrutinizing the crafted letters that read 'P-X 101 Hidaka Ken'.
+++++
After finishing some pending paperwork at the hospital the next day, paying for
all the necessary costs, Ran found himself constantly visiting the sleeping
brunette the past three days, sitting by his bedside as if his presence would
bring him back to the world of the living. None the less he was amazed at
his own actions, his usual self would have waited to be informed of the
strange man's awakening then make sure to carry out a vocal gratitude
before each walked their own path again.
Regardless of how hard he tried to convince himself, Ran was intrigued by
his mysterious savior and couldn't deny the invisible bond that kept him
attached to him. Thus, for every visit Ran had made it a routine to pass by
after work for a few minutes before heading home. That day however, he
had decided to stay an extra while.
Switching off the T.V, finding nothing worth watching he replaced the remote
control back on the bedside table when he suddenly sensed movement
coming from the occupant of the bed. Turning his head towards the soft
noise, Ran was taken aback.
For the second time since that fateful day, he was fascinated by the
intensifying brown eyes that stared back at him.
+++++