Denial
"We'll let her sleep for a while. She's very tired," Yoh said as he entered Hana's bedroom. He was in different clothes than before and his demeanor was slightly nonchalant.
"What's wrong with her?" Hana asked, knowing he didn't want the answer he was imagining.
"I just told you. She's tired. We'll let her sleep, and I'll let you see her later," Yoh responded as if he didn't see the concern in his son's eyes.
"But, she was bleeding," Hana started. He didn't have the courage to finish his thought.
"I have an idea," Yoh said excitedly. He sat next to Hana on the bed and rested his arm around him, "We can do something together. She needs some time alone anyway."
Hana was becoming increasingly uncomfortable in sitting with his father. His attitude was disturbingly different, as if the events in the kitchen had been a dream. Maybe she's okay, he thought to himself. Maybe that's why he's acting like this, "What do you want to do, Papa?" He asked after careful deliberation of his father's mood.
"Let's go outside to the back yard. I'll let you practice with my sword. You need to learn anyway and-" Yoh began to explain the importance of learning how to handle his weapon and Hana's future, but Hana stopped listening. He was only able to hear "practice" and "sword", and the two words scared him to death.
His father continued his lecture, seemingly oblivious to his son shaking in fear, "Oh this is exciting. I get to see what you can do. Let's go," Yoh said cheerfully and made his way for the door. Hana reluctantly followed him but stopped short when they reached the hallway.
"What's wrong, Hana?" Yoh's question did not sound warm. Instead, he sounded annoyed.
Hana looked up at his father and stared at his hair for a few seconds. He then tapped his right foot and clasped his hands together, "She's sick, isn't she?" His voice cracked from the anticipation of having this very important question answered.
Yoh closed his eyes briefly and sighed, "Hana, why do you keep saying things like that?" He asked him angrily.
"I saw her, Papa! She was bleeding! She's not sick? She sleeps all of the time now, and she's so weak," Hana began to ramble again but stopped short when he saw his father's frown.
"Hana, your mother is fine. She had a cold, but she's fine now. Don't worry," Yoh suddenly smiled at him, "Now let's go outside."
He wanted so desperately to be comforted by his father's words, but as he followed him through the house, the uneasiness he felt just before he asked his questions resurfaced.