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Chapter Eight: I'll burn your eyes out!
"Are you feeling better?" asked Crescent, picking up her fork. She dug into her breakfast: scrambled tofu with marinade. She was vegan (practically the only thing her "parents" let her eat was a head of lettuce- if they were being kind), and they made it especially for her.
"Sure," Ryou answered, lifting his fork carefully and picking at his eggs.
"What happened to you? No specifics needed," Crescent ventured, finishing her food and dropping her fork. She pushed the table away from her.
"I had my arm sliced open continuously by a manic," he said sarcastically, even though he didn't mean to say it. ugh! His head hurt a lot.
"Morning! I see you're alright Mr. Ryou," the doctor laughed, checking off something on the boy's clipboard.
'Ryou? That sounds familiar to me somehow,' Crescent thought.
"Crescent, how are you feeling? We almost have everything for your operation. Do you need more Tylenol?" he asked, marking something on her clipboard as well.
"No, I just had some, but could I request a couple moments of access to a computer?" she asked.
"Sure? How about this afternoon? If Ryou is feeling alright, he could join you," with that the doctor left.
"Do you enjoy poetry, Ryou?" asked Crescent, wondering whether this Ryou was the one that had written to her.
"Yes. In fact, I write poetry too!" he smiled. However, because of his headache, he did not notice the familiarity of her name.
"As do I!" she smiled, knowing deep down that this could be, and probably was the Ryou she had exchanged emails with. What are the chances? I guess fate has a new attitude to them both!
Ryou needed more rest, and soon fell asleep again, his eggs barely eaten. Crescent couldn't help but stare at his perfect face. It was pale and beautiful, his nose perfectly set in the center of his face, and his eyelashes long and feminine. He was so peaceful and gentle- it seemed, why would anyone hurt him?
Suddenly, the door banged open, but all Ryou did was mumble and turn over. Crescent, on the other hand, had to double-take. The man standing in the doorframe had snow-white hair, harsh chocolate eyes, and a sexy muscular build, but by first impressions; he looked like Ryou!
"What are you looking at, bitch?" the man barked, and walked over to Ryou's sleeping figure.
Crescent thought it was the most peculiar thing, but the man stared at Ryou for a full twenty minutes and then got up and walked away. At the door he turned around and told Crescent, "Tell anyone I visited him, and I will burn your eyes out for staring at me out of the corner of your eye."
All she did was nod. Her curly ponytail bounced up and down.
About two hours later, Ryou awoke with a sigh.
"Feeling better?" she asked, ringing for the doctor.
"Thank you, Crescent," the doctor said, beginning an examination of Ryou.
"Are you up to a little fun?" he asked Ryou, ringing for the nurse. Ryou smiled, showing white teeth.
The nurse transferred them both to wheelchairs and took them into a room labeled computer recreation room 'Y.' Crescent assumed the 'Y' stood for Youth.
She at once opened her email, almost angry at the "NO New Mail" greeting. She sighed angrily.
"Something wrong?" Ryou asked.
"Not really, I was just expecting email from someone."
"Oh, that reminds me, I have to send a reply out to a friend of mine."
"Is her email darkbunnies668ihateyou.hop?"
"Uh, y-yes. How did you know?"
"That's MY email. And you are very talented Ryou."
They embraced as well as they could and at once began talking about what happened to them to get them here. They seemed to trust one another. Crescent told him about the motorbike accident, and Ryou spilt about his Yami's beatings, kind of explaining about the entire Millennium item thing.