AN: Starts right from where chapter one left off and, once Sango leaves,
occurs during chapter two.
Chapter Three: Trust
I looked over at the door, when I heard it creak open. I was a little surprised, since my stomach hadn't told me it was time for lunch yet. Then again, this lady was obviously not in charge of my meals. She was pretty, I suppose, but I'm sure I was not the best authority on the matter. I cautiously watched her close the door behind herself and I noticed that she seems a bit self-conscious. It didn't really matter, though. I just wanted to know why she was here.
She was not a doctor; they only wear white and those awful lab coats. They also stink of cleaning fluids and cleanliness; even my nose, which is not nearly as good as Sesshomaru's, can smell that scent. I used to wonder if it was to make their patients feel less human, and more like lab rats, trapped for some sort of never ending, inevitable scientific experiment. Anyway, this lady wasn't wear white. Well, at least not much. She had long black hair down to her mid-back, which she was wearing loose. She was wearing a lady's suit. I liked it. A lot. Mostly because it was a lovely green color. I hadn't really realized how much I missed colors. Even dreams and memories couldn't compare with the real thing. I suddenly realized how un-green my vegetables were.
The lady caught my eye, and I glanced away with a snort, annoyed that she caught me staring at her. Even worse, I was admiring her suit.
'Feh, I must seem like some sort of pervert.'
"Hello." The woman smiled at me as she sat down next to me on the floor. She turned to look at my floor-to-ceiling mirror and I saw her flinch at the amount of saliva I had applied to it.
'Wussy.'
The door opened again and a nurse came in. She was the head nurse. What was her name again? Oh, who cares. Actually, to tell the truth, I didn't mind the head nurse so much. The guy before her (yes, he was a male nurse) insisted on keeping me sedated at all times. I can't even begin to estimate how many hours are lost to my memory, simply because of that man and a couple syringes. Life's a bitch.
Sango! That was the head nurse's name. Her name was Sango. Anyway, Sango didn't believe in keeping a locked up patient sedated, so as long as I was in that damn jacket, I wasn't doped up. Yes, indeed. Sango was one of the few people I could actually stand in that place. Miroku was the other. Well, I couldn't say I knew Miroku too well. I was usually drugged when I was allowed out, so most of my memories of him were blurry and usually pretty confusing.
I watched as Sango placed the glass of water next to my bed and quickly left the room, after tossing a little bag to the lady who was sitting next to me. I scoot away from the lady as Sango left the room. If they were trying to pull something, I was not going down without a fight.
"Well, hello Mr. Kotaishi." The lady smiled at me, ignoring the fact that I had almost trapped myself in a corner. "I'm sure you have an idea that your old doctor recently gave his notice and disappeared. The good news is the police are hopeful and believe he will return soon. The bad news is I'm you're new doctor."
'Was that a joke?' I wonder. I can't be sure. 'Damn it! If I wasn't crazy before I got there, the virtual solitary confinement had sure done it to me. I can't even recognize a joke anymore. Lord, I really do need help.'
"Anyway," My new doctor continued, her smile faulting slightly, probably because of my lack of response.
'Hum, seems I was wrong about doctors only wearing white and lab coats.'
"My name is Kagome Higurashi. You can call me Dr. Higurashi or Kagome, if you'd like. Do you mind if I call you Inuyasha, Mr. Kotaishi?"
I stared at her and blinked twice.
'What the heck was going on? Is this a new sort of sadism for the doctors here?' I ask myself. I still haven't responded, but I didn't think the 'doctor' had realized. Standing up, she picked up the glass of water, and walked over to me.
"I noticed you spitting at the window earlier." She admitted. "I'd like to ask you to never do that again. It's disgusting and unhygienic."
'Ask me if I care.'
"At any rate, I noticed and I though that after losing so much water, you might be thirsty."
'So, this IS a new type of sadism for the doctors here.' I mentally sigh.
I turn to face the window and spit at it, to convey my thoughts on the matter. Translation: bite me, bitch.
"I see." She nodded, and started to look for something. After a minute, she took off her jacket and used it to clean my spit off the mirror. "You know, if, when I first started med.-school, they'd told me I'd be doing this, I think I might have just left."
'Another joke! Wow, I think I've heard more jokes in the space of these ten minutes with her than I have in the twenty years that I have been here. Oh well. I still didn't give her more than a week. By then, she'd be running like the others. Probably heading to some beach.'
Actually, if I had still talked, I'd have tell the others to look for my old doctor in the Bahamas. That's where they found the last four. Maybe it's some sort of doctor's instinct.
"Ahem." She coughed and I turned to look back at her. Her jacket was hanging on the doorknob and she was standing in front of me holding the glass of water. "I'm still offering you this glass of water. No, don't spit again!"
Too late.
"Oh never mind! Look, there are two options for you to get this water down your throat. I can hold the glass for you, so we can take off your jacket."
'WHAT?!' I near have a heart attack. 'Take off my jacket? Oh, of course. She'll have me sedated. I forgot.'
"Now, I want to talk with you about somethings, so I'd rather not sedate you when I take you out of your jacket. So, do you promise that you will not attack me, and just drink this water?"
'Is this for real?'
I couldn't imagine being free of the jacket. Taking a chance, I nodded my head rapidly, hopping this wasn't a game. Smiling, she put down the glass, and unstraped my jacket so I could slip out of it. I threw off the jacket, and raised my arm above my head. I could move. I CAN MOVE! I rush over to the glass of water, and quickly gulp most of it down. I can't remember I've done that without help. It feels so wonderful.
"Well then. Shall we begin?" She asks me. I don't know what to say. Well, to do actually. So I just shrugged.
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"Well. That's all." She sighed, as she folded up her papers and slipped them into her bag. "Oh, one more question. Your parents. Do you remember their deaths at all? I mean, when you found out they were dead. Do you remember that?"
I shot her a look. I was not sure whether I was more surprised or horrified. No one had ever asked me that question before.
"Oh. Sorry." She blushed. "I forgot you don't talk. But, you don't remember, do you?"
I shook my head slowly, and she nodded, before she walked over and picked up my straight jacket.
"We need to put this jacket back on you." She told me. "I know you don't want to, but we have to."
I shook my head again. No way was I going to put that jacket back on. Backing up a step, I tried to get out of her reach.
"Inuyasha, please." She begged, but I shook my head a third time. She was backing me into a corner. I licked my lips and trying to calm Youkai. It was ripping to the surface. It wanted to kill.
"S-s-top." I whispered. I swallowed hard, and tried to remember how to use my voice. "Stop!"
"Eh?" She whispered, shocked by my voice. "You talked."
"STOP!" I shirked, as Youkai ripped through my thin restraining barrier.
"INUYASHA!" She screamed as I wrapped my hands around her neck. "PLEASE! LET GO!"
I let out a low laugh, as I could feel myself getting stronger and my senses getting sharper. Tightening my grip, I felt her go limp and tossed her across the room. She wasn't even worth my time. I flex my muscles; one of the many perks of being a demon was the ability to retain muscle mass when a human's would have withered. Straightening up, I turned and grinned at the door.
'Ready or not, here I come.'
Suddenly, I felt a sharp prick in my arm and looked down to see a syringe sticking out of my arm.
"I'm sorry, Inuyasha." Kagome sighed as she stood up. Falling to my knees, I gripped the floor. "I wouldn't have had to do that if you had only listened."
I was gasping like a maniac and I felt Youkai lose his grip on me. I curled into a ball as I could feel the sedatives flood my system. At that moment, I remembered why I hated sedatives so much. Kagome pulled my head onto her lap and pulled my hair out of my face. Taking another deep breath, I gave up my struggle, relaxed fully and went to sleep.
Chapter Three: Trust
I looked over at the door, when I heard it creak open. I was a little surprised, since my stomach hadn't told me it was time for lunch yet. Then again, this lady was obviously not in charge of my meals. She was pretty, I suppose, but I'm sure I was not the best authority on the matter. I cautiously watched her close the door behind herself and I noticed that she seems a bit self-conscious. It didn't really matter, though. I just wanted to know why she was here.
She was not a doctor; they only wear white and those awful lab coats. They also stink of cleaning fluids and cleanliness; even my nose, which is not nearly as good as Sesshomaru's, can smell that scent. I used to wonder if it was to make their patients feel less human, and more like lab rats, trapped for some sort of never ending, inevitable scientific experiment. Anyway, this lady wasn't wear white. Well, at least not much. She had long black hair down to her mid-back, which she was wearing loose. She was wearing a lady's suit. I liked it. A lot. Mostly because it was a lovely green color. I hadn't really realized how much I missed colors. Even dreams and memories couldn't compare with the real thing. I suddenly realized how un-green my vegetables were.
The lady caught my eye, and I glanced away with a snort, annoyed that she caught me staring at her. Even worse, I was admiring her suit.
'Feh, I must seem like some sort of pervert.'
"Hello." The woman smiled at me as she sat down next to me on the floor. She turned to look at my floor-to-ceiling mirror and I saw her flinch at the amount of saliva I had applied to it.
'Wussy.'
The door opened again and a nurse came in. She was the head nurse. What was her name again? Oh, who cares. Actually, to tell the truth, I didn't mind the head nurse so much. The guy before her (yes, he was a male nurse) insisted on keeping me sedated at all times. I can't even begin to estimate how many hours are lost to my memory, simply because of that man and a couple syringes. Life's a bitch.
Sango! That was the head nurse's name. Her name was Sango. Anyway, Sango didn't believe in keeping a locked up patient sedated, so as long as I was in that damn jacket, I wasn't doped up. Yes, indeed. Sango was one of the few people I could actually stand in that place. Miroku was the other. Well, I couldn't say I knew Miroku too well. I was usually drugged when I was allowed out, so most of my memories of him were blurry and usually pretty confusing.
I watched as Sango placed the glass of water next to my bed and quickly left the room, after tossing a little bag to the lady who was sitting next to me. I scoot away from the lady as Sango left the room. If they were trying to pull something, I was not going down without a fight.
"Well, hello Mr. Kotaishi." The lady smiled at me, ignoring the fact that I had almost trapped myself in a corner. "I'm sure you have an idea that your old doctor recently gave his notice and disappeared. The good news is the police are hopeful and believe he will return soon. The bad news is I'm you're new doctor."
'Was that a joke?' I wonder. I can't be sure. 'Damn it! If I wasn't crazy before I got there, the virtual solitary confinement had sure done it to me. I can't even recognize a joke anymore. Lord, I really do need help.'
"Anyway," My new doctor continued, her smile faulting slightly, probably because of my lack of response.
'Hum, seems I was wrong about doctors only wearing white and lab coats.'
"My name is Kagome Higurashi. You can call me Dr. Higurashi or Kagome, if you'd like. Do you mind if I call you Inuyasha, Mr. Kotaishi?"
I stared at her and blinked twice.
'What the heck was going on? Is this a new sort of sadism for the doctors here?' I ask myself. I still haven't responded, but I didn't think the 'doctor' had realized. Standing up, she picked up the glass of water, and walked over to me.
"I noticed you spitting at the window earlier." She admitted. "I'd like to ask you to never do that again. It's disgusting and unhygienic."
'Ask me if I care.'
"At any rate, I noticed and I though that after losing so much water, you might be thirsty."
'So, this IS a new type of sadism for the doctors here.' I mentally sigh.
I turn to face the window and spit at it, to convey my thoughts on the matter. Translation: bite me, bitch.
"I see." She nodded, and started to look for something. After a minute, she took off her jacket and used it to clean my spit off the mirror. "You know, if, when I first started med.-school, they'd told me I'd be doing this, I think I might have just left."
'Another joke! Wow, I think I've heard more jokes in the space of these ten minutes with her than I have in the twenty years that I have been here. Oh well. I still didn't give her more than a week. By then, she'd be running like the others. Probably heading to some beach.'
Actually, if I had still talked, I'd have tell the others to look for my old doctor in the Bahamas. That's where they found the last four. Maybe it's some sort of doctor's instinct.
"Ahem." She coughed and I turned to look back at her. Her jacket was hanging on the doorknob and she was standing in front of me holding the glass of water. "I'm still offering you this glass of water. No, don't spit again!"
Too late.
"Oh never mind! Look, there are two options for you to get this water down your throat. I can hold the glass for you, so we can take off your jacket."
'WHAT?!' I near have a heart attack. 'Take off my jacket? Oh, of course. She'll have me sedated. I forgot.'
"Now, I want to talk with you about somethings, so I'd rather not sedate you when I take you out of your jacket. So, do you promise that you will not attack me, and just drink this water?"
'Is this for real?'
I couldn't imagine being free of the jacket. Taking a chance, I nodded my head rapidly, hopping this wasn't a game. Smiling, she put down the glass, and unstraped my jacket so I could slip out of it. I threw off the jacket, and raised my arm above my head. I could move. I CAN MOVE! I rush over to the glass of water, and quickly gulp most of it down. I can't remember I've done that without help. It feels so wonderful.
"Well then. Shall we begin?" She asks me. I don't know what to say. Well, to do actually. So I just shrugged.
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"Well. That's all." She sighed, as she folded up her papers and slipped them into her bag. "Oh, one more question. Your parents. Do you remember their deaths at all? I mean, when you found out they were dead. Do you remember that?"
I shot her a look. I was not sure whether I was more surprised or horrified. No one had ever asked me that question before.
"Oh. Sorry." She blushed. "I forgot you don't talk. But, you don't remember, do you?"
I shook my head slowly, and she nodded, before she walked over and picked up my straight jacket.
"We need to put this jacket back on you." She told me. "I know you don't want to, but we have to."
I shook my head again. No way was I going to put that jacket back on. Backing up a step, I tried to get out of her reach.
"Inuyasha, please." She begged, but I shook my head a third time. She was backing me into a corner. I licked my lips and trying to calm Youkai. It was ripping to the surface. It wanted to kill.
"S-s-top." I whispered. I swallowed hard, and tried to remember how to use my voice. "Stop!"
"Eh?" She whispered, shocked by my voice. "You talked."
"STOP!" I shirked, as Youkai ripped through my thin restraining barrier.
"INUYASHA!" She screamed as I wrapped my hands around her neck. "PLEASE! LET GO!"
I let out a low laugh, as I could feel myself getting stronger and my senses getting sharper. Tightening my grip, I felt her go limp and tossed her across the room. She wasn't even worth my time. I flex my muscles; one of the many perks of being a demon was the ability to retain muscle mass when a human's would have withered. Straightening up, I turned and grinned at the door.
'Ready or not, here I come.'
Suddenly, I felt a sharp prick in my arm and looked down to see a syringe sticking out of my arm.
"I'm sorry, Inuyasha." Kagome sighed as she stood up. Falling to my knees, I gripped the floor. "I wouldn't have had to do that if you had only listened."
I was gasping like a maniac and I felt Youkai lose his grip on me. I curled into a ball as I could feel the sedatives flood my system. At that moment, I remembered why I hated sedatives so much. Kagome pulled my head onto her lap and pulled my hair out of my face. Taking another deep breath, I gave up my struggle, relaxed fully and went to sleep.