Disclaimer: Erm…I so just realized I didn't put one in the other chapters…so this goes for the ENTIRE story. I do not own the Licensed InuYasha…just Kouga merchandise and fan-art…Hopefully that shall sate me…
Taking So Much
Chapter Three: Midday Hangovers
Walking down the sterile hallway Kagome shuddered at the chill through her airy patients' garb. She stilled a moment, foot arched on to the ball to her toes.
She cocked her head to the side a fraction, listening, straining to hear the light whisper.
"Ka-"
She narrowed her eyes in her effort to distinguish the faint voice.
"Go-"
Kagome shivered involuntarily, momentarily letting her eyes shift shut. The voice a tint stronger: Closer.
"Me-"
The voice clearly voice right into her ear from behind.
A hand slid over her mouth, tracing the corners.
She was paralyzed.
She knew who it was. But how could he be here?
Kagome sucked in a raspy breath as he smoothly used his other hand to sweep her hair away from her neck, grazing his lips against her flesh.
"Mine."
The girl glanced back at the man detaining her with a stricken face to find…
Kagome awoke with a jolt.
Head raised, she tried to focus her vision for a moment, but it wouldn't clear. She tried shaking her head a bit but that only pained her.
'Maybe this is what it's like after drinking alcohol…Then again, I'd rather not find out for myself.' She laid her head back upon her pillow, almost drunkenly moving her hand to cover her eyes.
The sunlight filtered its way through the window covered with bars and safety glass.
It hurt her eyes.
Not really even hurt though. Just some dim twitch-like pricking sensation.
And that damn buzzing sound.
'I wonder what the hell that is…Probably the nurse with some sort of machine to make you go even more out of your bloody skull. I think that buzzing does well enough already though.' Kagome scowled at the thought of the nurse, she never even liked hospitals so of course she would land herself in the cuckoo's nest of all time.
The raven haired girl groaned and slid her eyes over to gaze at the locked door.
They had put her in a room with even more 'safety precautions' to basically keep her from escaping five times over from before.
This place just made her tired. So very tired.
Kagome followed her train of though and curled on her side, burrowing into herself and sinking back into an uneasy sleep.
She never noticed the viewer on the door slide open and one pair of vibrant ice blue eyes gaze at her prone form as her own dark eyes slide shut…
Hours had passed.
Once awakened, but sleeping twice as long as before.
Kouga didn't know if he could take it much longer.
Currently he was making his rounds, wandering from patient to patient; checking up on her every so often.
Glancing at one of the nurses staring at him questioningly, he hurried along. They might get even more suspicious of him if he kept this on any longer. They might start to think that his role as just a doctor to Higurashi Kagome was becoming something more.
Perhaps a torrid affair with the patient?
Not as uncommon as most think.
Not that he even had anymore than a professional relationship with this young woman, he had known of such things that went on in other wards.
Even this one to be precise.
That was the reason for Kouga to be at this very ward. There was an opening on the staff because his predecessor had been fired…for having sexual relations with a patient.
The trick so that no one had found out is that the relationship was with one of the memory deterioration patients.
That forgot everything that had happened after a half hour.
He wasn't caught for years. Not until another staff member had gotten suspicious and had actually put a hidden camera in the man's office.
Needless to say the ward did not need another bad publicity story like that.
Back to his previous situation.
Kagome was sure to not trust him after what he had done to her. Kouga didn't know what to do, he couldn't think of how to face her.
He had betrayed her.
But to the other doctors she was starting to act out of control.
At least this wasn't fifty years ago or so when something like this would have earned her a lobotomy as a 'cure'. Kouga shuddered at the thought of what used to be considered the 'cure' to evening out mood swings, rowdy behavior, and psychotic tendencies.
He didn't think an ice pick being shoved up over your eye and into your frontal lobe sounds very appealing.
The light from the setting sun filtered through the hallway windows as the young doctor picked his feet up almost drudgingly to his office; the orange-almost red light staining his white coat a similar tint.
Whining at a high pitch was heard by the doctor and he look sharply to his right, into the blinding blood sun. Blood light streamed into his eyes, smearing his sight of detail and recognition. Unable to see anything but darkened shapes silhouetted against the vivid scarlet luminosity, Kouga took his eyes back to the white hallway, the red hue that stained his eyesight remaining.
It irked the doctor to see the white walls as red and it relieved him of his anxiety when the glaze faded from his vision. It must have been all of those horror movies he had seen as a child growing up…but why did he have the uneasy feeling that these white walls would soon be violated so greatly of their purity with the life substance blood.
Lightly rotating the pads of his fingers over his right temple, Kouga pushed through the ward doors and toward his office with his left hand. It was time for him to go home, and partly he wished he could stay. But the other was dead tired and wanted to just curl up in bed…maybe after a drink.
Ugh he needed his coffee now more than ever…
A long drawn wail resounded through the ward in the early morn. The duty nurse ran toward the room where the sound was emitting, fumbling with the keys she held to all the doors as they clacked together, jingling in a uppity tune. Soon after finding the right key and jamming it into the lock, the nurse flung the heavy door open to reveal a dark cloud of hair mixed with crimson liquid seeping from the girls' left eye.
The nurses' own eyes widening at the thrashing and convulsions, she rushed around the door opening, calling on the intercom for immediate assistance.
The nurse wondered in belated horror as she tried to restrain the patient's arms what sort of grotesque night terrors this girl could have to cause such actions…
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I'm so sorrrrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyyyyy!
I'm sorry I haven't updated, and that this hasn't been a big update!
I wish it were bigger! I really do!
I love this story so much.
It just has been so busy, you know the excuses.
I'll try to keep working on this and my other stories as much as possible with work and school and such.
Thank you everyone who has reviewed and hopefully will still review! Because it does keep me writing people, it really does.
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Menolly