Chapter nine: Recovery.
Isis rose slowly into consciousness. She looked around the strange room she was in. The gentle beep of the machine next to her. She noticed a shadow next to the open window.
"Ow..." She whimpered; her whole head seared with pain along with her chest. The figure came in to view.
"We were worried about you." Kai said. His words so simple yet she cherished every one of them.
"Remind me next time not to bother battling you." She smiled. "Where am I?"
"In hospital." He told her quietly.
"How long?"
"Three days. Tyson and the rest will be coming later."
"Oh." She whispered, and then winced again at the pain. "Ow..." she mumbled, a tear fell leisurely down her face. He wiped it away caringly.
The two heard a crash and Tyson's voice coming into the ward. Kai drew away, back into the shadows much too both their heartache.
The five walked in. All delighted to her awake. Hilary hugged her setting aside the huge bunch of flowers the gang had bought.
"Isis! You're back! We were so worried about you!" Hilary squealed.
"How are you?"
"One word? Ow." She smiled, wincing again at the attempt to get up. "What happened?"
"We dunno, it's like you two were trying to battle and then you both went flying into a wall when your bitbeasts touched. Kai banged his head and you broke some ribs and somehow cut your head open." Max told her.
"Oh." She tried to nod her head but it was too painful. "That word and Ow seems to be all I'm saying at the moment." She smiled with some difficulty.
"You should be out in four days time." Hilary smiled.
"Aw man..." She sighed softly, not knowing what to say.
"Yup, so we've brought fresh flowers everyday. And a mix of all your favourite songs and stuff. Erm, grandpa couldn't face you in here. And, oh yeah! You were moved into a private ward by a helicopter to." Hilary grinned.
"Private?" She asked, surprised.
"Yeah, you had fans sneaking in and stuff." Max laughed, telling her about one girl who decided she liked Kai better than mourning for her by her bedside.
Isis laughed, until it hurt her ribs, which wasn't very long or hard.
"Ow." She murmured. She noticed Kai had gone.
"So how did he take it?" She asked.
"He looked quite scared actually." Max told her. "It's okay though, 'cos Tyson and Hilary got security on to her. Then we asked if you could be moved."
Isis tried to imagine Kai with a scared look on his face; she smiled in spite of her self.
After the next four days Isis had made a next to complete recovery, though her chest still hurt slightly though the nurses said she should be alright. Just three weeks minimum of rest and relaxation at the dojo. Everyone had dedicated themselves to looking after her. She felt awful, a waste of space, an invalid. She shuddered inwardly.
"It's just a few ribs guys!" She groaned.
"So? You need to be prepared ready for when we go to that tour thing." Ray grinned. She scowled.
"How am I supposed to get prepared if I don't train?" She grumbled.
"You'll have a week to catch up."
"A week," She said frankly, "what!" She shouted. "I can't wait that long!"
"Well maybe Chief or Max will help you but I'm not." Ray told her once more laughing at her glower.
Ray was the first to look after her on Tyson and Hilary's command. Everyone had been given rules on what the nurse wanted her to do, like the meals and what kinds of things she wasn't allowed to do, like battle are do any excessive exercise and strain on her upper-body.
So now all anyone would let her do was read or meditate. If she was lucky they would let her go on a walk, though it was through a lot of persuasion and effort on her part.
"How come those two are buddies now?" She asked sipping her mint tea, thinking of Tyson and Hilary.
"Who? Tyson and Hilary? Oh, he asked her out." Ray told her. Isis spat out her tea with surprise.
"What!" She asked; her ribs hurt slightly. She gasped slightly; then sighed. "I wondered when he was going to." She told him, sipping her tea once more.
Ray gagged slightly.
"How did you know they fancied each other?"
"Call it woman's intuition." She said quietly. "I'm sick of tea. I need to train."
"You are more stubborn than Kai." He protested.
"You told me that Tyson and Hilary were that stubborn." She joked.
"I guess a lot of people can be as stubborn as he is on a regular basis." He grinned. "And no, you're not training while I'm looking after you. No way."
"Grr, I bet Kai would me train." She scowled, draining her tea moodily.
"Hah! You're joking aren't you? He'd lock you in your room and take away your beyblade." He told her, she sighed and got up.
"This place is soo boring! One battle! Come on, no one need ever know and I'd never bother you about it again!" She pleaded.
He laughed and shook his head.
"No matter how tempting it is, I will not give in. And I know you won't back down if I surrender now."
"I hate you Raymond." She growled sulkily.
"And now I know you don't mean it." He laughed at her pout. "Next time I'll let you watch Max and Tyson train." He offered.
"Nope, I'm still in a mood." She told him. Walking out of the kitchen.
"Where're you going?"
"I'm going to find a book that I haven't read more than ten times already." She called back to him. Not bothering to turn around.
