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I sit upright, wiping once more the cold sweat off my brow. I feel movement to my right, and when I look I see Tai, sleeping soundly. Poor baby. I gently run my fingers through his hair. An idea struck me. I'm in hospital… T.K's in hospital…why not visit him? I feel strong enough to walk. I pull back the covers, but stop abruptly. I was wearing one of those perverted white nighties. I can't walk around the hospital in one of these! I sigh sadly, and pull the covers back over my legs. As I prepare to lie down, something next to Tai catches my eye. I look on the ground, and see a bag. I grab the bag, and reveal my favourite set of pink pj's with little white kitties patterned all over it. I feel a rush of gratitude towards Tai. But another dilemma plagues my idea- my dripper is connected to my left arm. How am I to pull on my top? Oh, who cares? I'll just pull on my pants, and go with the white 'nightie' as my top. A cheerful warmth spreads through me as I pull on the pants as quietly as I possibly could, so not to wake Tai. The bag of liquid (which was connected to the tube in my arm) was on a portable stand, so I could easily move it around. I get out of bed, and put the bag under the covers, in case any nurse comes to check on me while I'm away. It's dark, so she won't notice. I creep out the door, and check if the coast is clear. There were only two nurses standing around, chatting. I stealthily made my way to the elevator, and pushed the button for T.K's floor. The elevator was large, and I felt rather nervous in there on my own. The light atop the elevator set a creepy light across the area. A cold shiver ran up my bare back. A 'ding' noise told me I was to get off. I snuck out of the elevator with no trouble, but this floor was buzzing with nurses on night watch. How am I ever gonna get to T.K's room without them spotting me? My hopes were slowly fading. The floor was cold, and my toes were slowly going numb. The hospital suddenly gave this looming feeling, and shadows were dancing everywhere. In the minute that I stood there, I could almost feel Death sweeping through the icy corridors, toying with the lives of the people that were lying there. My hopes were not completely dashed, for I noticed that a group of the nurses had gone for coffee, and so I decided now was the time for action. While an enquiring person kept the desk clerk busy, I silently swept down to the familiar corridor to T.K's room. This place was so dark, and so depressing; I could fell the cold seeping through to my bones. I quickly make my way to the door into T.K's room. I slowly turn the doorhandle, and slide into the room. Mrs. Takashi was sleeping on a chair, but Matt and Mr. Ishida were nowhere to be seen. I silently tiptoe to T.K's bedside, and sit on a chair near his head. The machines nearby kept their mechanical rhythm as I closely held T.K's hand. He was finally on the road to recovery. I felt so relieved.
"You're finally gonna get better," I whisper to him, and to myself. I lie my head near his hand in weariness. I felt warmth spread through me, and I soon fell asleep. For the first time in a week, I fell into a sleep of blissful dreams.
"Oh, T.K…" I breathe.
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