Chapter 2

When I woke up, I heard voices. But the voices weren't familiar ones'. And Inuyasha's face still floated in my mind. Why was he still in my head? On my mind?

"She might have some short term memory loss, but that's it. Does anyone know why she has all those bruises? All those cuts? She lost a lot of blood, and that knock on the head from when you bumped her head on the car door didn't help either…" the doctor scolded someone.

"Is she gonna be okay?" Inuyasha's voice floated into the cold room.

"When can she come home?" mom's voice came to my ears.

"She can go home when she wakes up… she just can't drive. I'll talk to you when she wakes up." A door opened and closed. Then the people outside the small room began to buzz.

I opened my eyes. Was the doctor in the room? I didn't care. Nothing mattered besides the fact that I was lying in a hospital room. Why? Was it because all of the cuts?

For the first time, m eyes seemed to take in the surroundings. The metal sides of my bed were like ice. Only a little apron like dress covered my body. A single puke green blanket was over a sky blue sheet. There was only one pillow beneath my head.

"Ah, you're awake! I will just go out and tell then that you," he started, moving towards the door. But I stopped him.

"No, don't tell them that I'm awake! Just tell them to go home. I only want to talk to Inuyasha. Please?"

"Alright… but only because you're a patient..." he left my cold room, swiftly closing the door behind him. His shadow flew across the door's tinted window.

"You people should go home. She's out cold." There were voices of everyone out there saying goodbye. There was rustling and everyone reluctantly began to walk away. "Inuyasha, come here, I want to talk to you."

"Sure thing."

The door opened again, revealing Inuyasha and the doctor. I sat up in bed, my eyes gleaming with happiness.

"Oh, hey, I thought you were sleeping?" he gave the doctor a mean glare.

"I asked him to get you in here with out the others wanting in too. Sorry…" I started to apologize.

"No, don't worry about it. Nothing bad could have come of it." He said, smiling.

"Inuyasha, I need a big favor… can you take me to your house? I need to get away from my mom… Nothing good can come of me going home now."

He lifted his brow, questioning me further. "Sure. You can stay at my house for a while."

"Thank you! Thank you so much! God, if you wouldn't have said I could, I'm not sure that I would ever be able to leave the hospital!"

He picked me up, like baggage. And grabbed a small pile of clothes from the bottom of my bed and brought me to the small bathroom in the small white room. "Just holler if you need help… okay?" he said, as he placed me in the bathroom.

I had trouble standing, but my shirt and skirt went on easily. But the shoes I'd worn were out by the bed. So I went to the door, but when I opened the door, Inuyasha was standing there, shoes in hand.

"I forgot the shoes… Here, let me help you."

He slipped the shoes onto my feet. They didn't go on as easily as they usually did, but he was trying to work my heel into my shoe… what more could he do?

He picked me up again and off the short bed. Then place me on the floor by the door. "Let's go home…" he said with a sigh.