Hewwo!
If this has any relevancy, my cousin from England says, "HI!"
I dedicate this chapter to my cousin Georgi, who has come to stay with me for a few days. She is an honorary member of the Death to Wedding Peach society, so of course she's the awesomest thing ever.
Back to the real world...
IMPORTANT NOTE: This chapter is short. Please don't complain. I already feel bad enough, but I have to get this out before I have to go on a family vacation. [and Georgi can't come, so it'll be no fun] It'll be about a week before I can update, so be nice. Bye.
To all of you: Inuyasha is still deaf. He won't hear until the implant is switched on, so don't worry about that until later.
I open my eyes, wondering where I am and why the heck the left side of my head hurts. Miroku stands over me, shaking my arm. He smiles at me, his perverted face full of relief and happiness.
"You did wonderfully, Inuyasha." He signs, "The whole operation went without a hitch, it only took a few hours, and with luck, you'll be able to hear in a few weeks!"
"A few weeks?!" I ask groggily. "Why a few weeks? Why not now?"
"Still a little out if it from the anesthetic, my friend?" he asks, "Do you not remember that you have to heal, and then have the thing fitted before the implant is switched on?"
Ah. I seem to have forgotten that tiny detail. But, there are more important things to deal with right now.
Like the sudden urge I have to vomit.
When I have finished empting my stomach, a wave of drowsiness hits me.
"Goodnight, Miroku. I think I'll sleep now."
"Goodnight, Inuyasha." Signs Miroku, then shuts the door.
"Hello, little brother."
"Hello, Sessho-maru."
My brother stands over me, his face unreadable. As usual.
"How was the operation?" he asks me, coming over to my bed.
"I don't really remember."
"Does it hurt?" he asks, touching the large bandage encircling my head. "This bandage is huge."
"Not really." I sign, "The medicine hasn't worn off."
"These are for you." he signs, handing over a bouquet of flowers, "Rin got them."
Rin is his girlfriend of about three years, his opposite. In fact, I almost like Rin. She's a little bubbly for my tastes though.
"Tell her thank you." I sign. As he exits, I entertain myself with another dull magazine, "Home and Garden." This one's even worse.
I'm one page 33, "How to make a Jelly Roll," when the door opens and Kagome walks in.
Kagome?
With me looking like this!!! GAH!!!!
The covers come over my head. Hopefully they will stay there until the bandage comes off.
Kagome walks over to me and tugs at the blanket, pulling it away from my face.
"What was that for?" she asks, looking confused.
"I... I'm feeling tired."
"Oh... I'm sorry. You must need your rest... I only came because I thought... I thought you would..." she stops signing, her face red.
"I would what?"
"Oh, nothing."
"Kagome...?" I can't understand my feelings for the girl. One moment I hate her guts, the next moment she's just so sweet. "You thought what?"
"I thought you would be lonely in the hospital, that's all. I don't like these places and... and, well, mother said you've only had one visitor."
"Shut up!" I sign angrily, "My parents are busy, that's all."
"I know." she signs, looking away, "I'm sorry."
...
"It's alright, Kagome, stay awhile."