Authoress here.
My knee...and forehead...both hurt. I tripped in the dark and hit my head on a closet door. My sister woke up (I share a room), yelled at me to shut up, then fell asleep again. As for my knee...well, I haven't really figured out what the hell happened there just yet.
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At Yuki's house, the tension was growing. Yuki had left to work on his book, leaving Tairu alone in the room with Shuichi. Neither seemed to know exactly what they could say, and so silence was the prevailing noise.
Making a feeble attempt, Tairu commented, "This is a very nice house."
Shuichi nodded without realized that Tairu was trying to be friendly, then hurriedly replied, "Yeah. Yuki's a really good decorator."
Silence fell again, broken only by keys clacking steadily as Yuki typed. The words were flowing from his fingers today.
-and lifted her head so her lips touched his. His tongue was gently probing the inside of her mouth, massaging hers delicately. He did not wish to frighten her away, so he made his hands behave themselves and stay a safe distance from her taunt buttocks...
He stopped, realizing that the growing silence was making him uncomfortable. He sighed, saved the document, and exited the room. Shuichi and Tairu looked up at him as he entered the room, a hand toying with his rumpled hair, messy from countless times of running impatient fingers through it when he could not think of the words.
"You two are being too quiet. I can't think."
"I'm...sorry?" Tairu offered uncomfortably.
Yuki sighed once before flopping onto the couch, removing his glasses and placing them on the coffee table before him. "Don't stress it."
Tairu too and cast an impatient glance at the clock mounted on the wall on the other side of the room. "Is Hiroshi reliable enough to find her and bring her back?" he asked quietly.
"Probably," Yuki replied unconvincingly.
-Meanwhile-
"She's lost a lot of blood."
"Where are her parents?"
"Who's the kid sitting next to her?"
Alira could hear voices before she was awake, and the sound of bed sheets rustling was what finally made her cross the line into consciousness. A startled nurse holding a syringe was standing beside her, one hand frozen in place a few inches above her arm.
"Alira Montosuwa?"
"What the fuck is in that needle?"
The nurse frowned, her lips growing thin, and didn't answer. She had clearly been hoping Alira was asleep.
Alira sat up, looking around feverishly. "Where's Hiroshi?" When the nurse didn't answer, Alira snapped, "Tell me where he is, you stupid whore!"
The nurse's hand shook with fury, and she looked ready to slap the teenage patient. A cool voice from the doorway stopped her. "Now, now, Haya. Violence is totally unnecessary. I'll deal with her."
Obediently, Haya turned to head out, capping the syringe and handing it to the older man in the doorway as she passed by.
The man watched Alira closely from a distance until she noticed the IV in her left arm and began pulling of the tape holding it in the crook of her elbow.
"Stop that!"
He went forward and grabbed her right arm, pulling it to a safe distance so she could not tamper with the IV. Angry at his reaction, Alira used her free hand to pinch the fleshy underside of his arm until he released her.
Crossing her arms, Alira asked angrily, "Where is Hiroshi Nakano?"
"That boy with the long red hair?" Alira nodded firmly. "No idea."
"Then I'm leaving."
"Like hell you are!" he thundered. "You're staying right here until your parents arrive!"
Alira gave him the falsely sweet smile she was most accustomed to using on teachers when she was playing innocent. "Pardon me, doctor, but I'm eighteen. I'm a legal adult, and I don't need my father here."
"What about your mother?"
Alira's eyes flashed as she used the temporary distraction offered by his remark to pull the IV from her arm. "She's been dead for years."
"Terribly sorry about that."
"Like hell you are."
As Alira climbed out of bed and started to straighten out her clothing, her face paled. She was clad in a thin hospital shift in the classic, sickening green shade. She could tell even without checking that she was not wearing a bra or underwear.
The doctor gave her a small smirk.
"Where are my clothes, you perverted bastard?"
The doctor pushed the door shut in a professional manner, his smile widening. Alira knew as he took a step towards her what his intentions were. She was nervous, and rightfully so. In one hand, he still held the syringe.
He took another step closer to her, and Alira glanced around for a weapon nervously.
Hiroshi, where are you? she wondered, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Just a routine checkup," the doctor insisted calmly, dropping the syringe into a waste disposal container when he noticed her cautious eyes following it. "I won't hurt you."
"Stay the hell away from me," she whispered, stumbling over her clothes, wadded into a pile, as she took a step backwards.
Walking around the bed, the doctor kept coming towards her until he was only a few feet to her right. Taking a chance, Alira seized her clothes and took off at a run, jumping onto her bed to reach the door. She tugged it open in time to rush out of her room, but a few other doctors monitoring that floor joined in the chase as she fled.
She never learned if his intentions were purely professional, but then again, she didn't feel like stopping to ask.
Out the door of the hospital, Alira ducked into some bushes to hide. From that vantage point, her eyes widened when she saw that Hiroshi's motorcycle was still in the parking lot.
Did something happen to him? Alira was nervous now.
Dressing quickly behind the cover of the foliage, Alira tossed aside the green gown and headed towards the hospital. She ran directly into someone heading out, and as she turned to apologize, she was pulled into a tight hug right there, blocking the door.
Recognizing the faint smell of his cologne, Alira's arms wrapped around him tightly. "Hiroshi," she muttered into his shoulder.
He placed his chin on the top of her head, rocking her back and forth in his arms. His eyes were closed. "I'm so glad you're okay. When I went back to your room, it was empty. The nurses said that you'd run out, and I was concerned."
"Where were you?"
"I had to sign some forms of consent, saying that I brought you in. They nurse who gave them to me left, so I had to bring them to the desk myself."
Alira heaved a sigh of relief, just glad to have his arms around her, holding her tightly. It was then that she, without thinking, said something that she never predicted that she could ever say to another person.
"I love you."
END CHAPTER
Gaaah! Writer's block!
Authoress out.
