Disclaimer:yeah, I don't own any Inuyasha characters. of course, like everyone else, I wish I did. but then I think the plot and the outcome of the story wouldn't have been half as good.
Author's Note: I know from here on out the actions of these characters will seem a bit OC. that's probably because i'm not really abiding to any 'rules' here. I write because it's fun, not because I want to be an aspiring writer some day. i could never be able to do that. it would be too hard for me. so if I disappoint you in some way, that's your loss for reading this story. don't beat up on me because you don't think the information I upload onto this site isn't true. you're right, it's not. it's fiction. and that's how I will write it. I know I'm sounding like a bitch to those of you who don't know what I'm talking about, but i've been gettting some crap from people who just wanna get on my nerves or something. but, we shan't dwell in the past now, shall we? on with the fic!
Miroku and the unconscious Kagome passed through the time slip and were then stuck at the bottom of the well. Stumped with the conflict of what he should do to get Kagome out of the well without injuring her more, he decided the only thing he could do was get help. He laid the miko down on the floor of the well and kissed her forehead, promising he would be back soon with help.
With haste he made his way out of the well and ran towards the Higurashi house. He barely slammed the door open before yelling. "Mrs. Higurashi... anyone! Is anyone home!" the startled Mrs. Higurashi made her way from the kitchen to the hallway. "Mi…Miroku… what is it, dear?"
Miroku tried to catch his breath. "It's… Kagome. She's at the bottom of the well, and I… I can't get her out. She's hurt badly." Immediately the miko's mother took a serious front. "Hold on, I'll go get grandpa. You just go back to the well, and make sure she's alright." Miroku took this opportunity to go to the first aid kit in the bathroom and grab some items to temporarily dress Kagome's wound. Miroku then turned around and sprinted back to the well.
He climbed back down to the well and ripped her sleeve completely off to reach her injured shoulder. Only after using a bottle of water to clean the wound did he see the seriousness of the situation. Trying to keep his composure, he began to place pressure on it with a long, bunched piece of white cloth, which all too quickly turned to an ugly, dark shade of red.
"Miroku?" the monk looked up to the face of Kagome's mother peeking over the lip of the well. "Grandpa called for an ambulance, they should be here any minute. Just keep putting pressure on that wound, dear." The monk nodded, although he wasn't exactly sure what an ambulance was.
Lo and behold, right after Miroku had nodded, sirens came into hearing range. The sound was high-pitched and obnoxious, and Miroku grew annoyed easily. Kagome's mother disappeared from view, but he could hear her over the whining sirens. It suddenly stopped, becoming deathly quiet. "Over here!" two men in white uniforms appeared over the lip of the well.
One of them turned around and yelled for the rescue crew. Immediately another man appeared with a bundle of materials. He hooked two pulleys to the old yet sturdy well and fed a rope through giving each end to the two ambulance drivers, he climbed down with a type of cloth that reminded Miroku of Kagome's sleeping bag.
He turned to Miroku and smiled, although it was obviously forced. "Help me get her into this, will you?" he nodded, lifting the miko up gingerly and sliding her into the sleeve. The man then hooked the sleeve to the two ropes, and the other men began to pull. "Help me spot her." Miroku took the same stance as the other man as they readied themselves incase Kagome fell.
They got her up safely, though, and immediately laid her down onto a stretcher and proceeded to run her to the waiting Ambulance. Miroku climbed out and watched helplessly as they carried her away, confused. He jumped slightly as he felt a slight patting on his shoulder. "Go with her, dear. We'll drive to the hospital in our own car." Miroku nodded, running after them. He reached the large, white box-like machine right as they finished loading her into the car.
"Are you coming with us?" the driver asked Miroku from his seat at the wheel. Miroku nodded slowly, still shaken. "Well then, hop in the back with her." He obediently followed directions, taking a seat next to the cot that held the sleeping Miko. As Miroku got settled into the extra seat, the other man held out his hand. "Umm… I'm Hiroshi Yazuo, but… you can call me Hiro." Miroku took his hand, shaking it briefly. "Call me Miroku." After a moment of silence, Hiro watched on as Miroku held onto his miko's hand fiercely, brushing back wisps of hair from her color-drained face.
"You really like her, don't you?" Miroku nodded. "She's the most important thing to me, and it took so long to figure it out." The man just nodded knowingly, grabbing a clipboard from a shelf. "I need personal Information." Miroku nodded again. "So… Date of birth?" Miroku thought about it. Then he remembered how she had gotten really angry on her birthday because Inuyasha wasn't giving her any slack. "I'm pretty sure it's March 29th, 1989." The man scribbled it down on the clipboard. "Gender is female… ailment... deep gash in the right shoulder, from shoulder blade to the small of her back. I'll get all the other info from her mother when we get to the hospital, you probably don't know her social security number and all that." Miroku shook his head.
After a bit of awkward silence, the man turned to Miroku. "Can I ask how it happened?" Miroku looked up. "Umm… we were in the well house… and she fell and scraped her shoulder along the side of the well. The uneven stones down there aren't the best thing to fall against." The man decided he should be nosier. "What were you doing in there?" Leave it to Miroku to answer with something perverted. "Umm… we were lost in the throes of passion. You know us teens nowadays… we needed someplace private. Well house seemed like a good idea at the time…" the man quickly blushed and averted his eyes.
They pulled up the Emergency entrance soon after and they pulled Kagome's stretcher out and wheeled her to the front desk. Right as they got there, Mrs. Higurashi and her father briskly appeared on the scene. They stayed back at the front desk to answer the rest of the questions while Miroku went on ahead with Kagome on her stretcher. As he power-walked with the two nurses to the ER, he heard them mutter something about stitches. He remembered back a while ago how Kagome had talked about getting stitches and how it wasn't a particularly nice business. "Well…" Miroku broke into the conversation. "Please be gentle with her." The two nurses nodded, smiling sympathetically and sweetly from underneath their face masks. They turned a corner, and the monk was asked to wait outside the room while they got her ready for immediate operation.
As soon as the nurses pulled into the room, Kagome's eyes fluttered open. "What…?" she looked around, confused at where she was. "Oh dear… we were hoping you'd stay unconscious through the whole thing…" Kagome's vision stopped blurring and she found herself staring at two nurses dressed in the typical hospital garb. And that's when it hit her; the immense, unbearable pain that shot from her shoulder.
"You'll need stitches, so we're going to give you anesthesia." Kagome nodded. "How did I… get here?" the other nurse frowned sympathetically. "Oh, honey… don't you remember? It says here that you fell into a well and your sweet boyfriend got help. He's such a gentleman, you should be lucky to have him. Seems so concerned about you… almost walked with us into the ER!"
Kagome nodded. Gentlemanly… and sweet? Definitely not Inuyasha. Doubtful that it's Houjo. Maybe… Miroku? Her thoughts were interrupted by the placement of a vacuum type thing placed over her nose and mouth. Somewhere in the distance someone told her to breathe deeply, so she did so, and drifted into a delicious dream involving Miroku and strawberry pocky.
Miroku couldn't contain himself. He paced back and forth in the waiting room, shooting random questions at her parents. "Is she going to be ok? She didn't die, right? We did the right thing in taking her here, right? Does she feel the stitches? Do they hurt? How long until I can see her again?" and so on. Grandpa just harrumphed, but Ms. Higurashi just smiled to herself. "Sit down, Miroku dear… she's just fine." Miroku nodded, noticing how unorthodox he was acting. "Right… I gotta keep myself together." He sat down, and soon developed a bouncing knee.
After about an hour or so of nervous ticks and outbursts from Miroku, Kagome's cot wheeled out of the ER and immediately Miroku shot up. "Is she ok?" the nurses nodded. "She'll be just fine. We gave her anesthesia, and so she's just knocked out for now. She'll wake up soon, though. We're going to put her in room 301, but you can come with us if you'd like." Miroku nodded eagerly. "I'd like that."
In the distance, Kagome felt a presence. Not an unpleasant one, mind you, but a presence nonetheless. A lamented, torn sigh brought the rest of her lagging senses up to speed. She slowly opened her eyes, observing that the lights were off instead of a wire lamp next to her bed, and that there was an IV that pushed blood into her arm a little ways from her bed. She was in one of those scary, ultra-white and sterile hospital rooms that was too neat and orderly for her liking.
She had gotten a larger room. To her right was a wall, and to the left were two small couches adjacent to each other and a coffee table in between them. And in the opposite corner of the room… in the corner of the room was a window, at which a very distressed and tired looking Miroku sat. He had bags under his eyes, his hair was not in its perfect little ponytail, he looked paler, and he would yawn every five minutes or so.
She tried to talk, but her throat was unbearably dry so it just came out as a strangled whimper. Miroku immediately looked up, a bright yet still tired smile gracing his features. He immediately rushed to her side, asking her not to move. He brought a glass of water to her mouth, and she eagerly downed it.
"Wha… how di- and why?" Miroku blinked. "I'm not fluent on that particular language; could you elaborate?" Kagome frowned, clearing her throat again. She tried to sit up, but a pain shot through her shoulder and ran down her spine. "Argh…" Miroku immediately got up and helped her to adjust herself.
"Don't move too much. You'll re-injure yourself." He fluffed her pillow up for her to lean against. "You don't remember? Inuyasha… and then you tried to protect me, and…" he gestured to her shoulder. Her arm, she noticed, was in a sling and her shoulder was heavily bandaged. "…and his claws got to me instead of you."
Kagome nodded. "I seem to recall the nurses telling me that 'that cute, sweet boyfriend of mine courageously saved me after I fell down the well'." Miroku smiled goofily, and Kagome leaned in closer. She tried to move close enough to the monk, but her arm prohibited it, and she grimaced in pain. Seeing what she was trying to do, he smiled and moved closer to her, closing the gap. After a moment of innocent bliss while they kissed chastely, they heard a small clearing of the throat near the door.
Blushing, they both moved apart and focused their attention to the source of the interrupting noise. In the door frame was Ms. Higurashi, a warm smile on her face. Kagome's visage immediately brightened up. "Momma!" the middle-aged woman made her way over to the hospital cot, pulling up another chair next to Miroku.
"How are you, dear?" Kagome just smiled cheerfully. "I'm a little sore, but over all I feel great." The miko's mother nodded. "Well, the doctor said that you can be admitted from the hospital now. So, let me change you into these," she held up a brown paper bag with a pair of clothes. "And then we can get you out of here." Miroku nodded. "I'll take that as my cue to wait outside." He excused himself, waiting next to the closed door. Five or so minutes later, the door opened and a fully dressed miko in a wheel chair.
Miroku shook his head. "Let's not bother with that contraption." Smiling, he picked the little miko up and began to carry her down the halls of the hospital. She wrapped her able arm around his neck, blushing profusely. Ms. Higurashi and Kagome's grandfather followed behind, smiling knowingly. Mr. Higurashi nodded approvingly "He's such a gentleman…" Ms. Higurashi nodded as well, agreeing.
As they came out of the elevator, the monk picked his little miko up again and they walked out of the hospital. On the way out, they passed the areas for parked ambulances. One of which, was the one that had carried Kagome and Miroku to the hospital. Leaning against the ambulance and drinking sodas were the driver and his assistant, one of them being Hiro. As they passed by, they exchanged greetings, and Miroku couldn't help but cock his head in Kagome's direction, waggling his eyebrows suggestively while still holding onto Hiro's attention.
The poor teenager all but died while choking on his soda, his face turning beet-red. And to make things better (or worse) as the other man noticed, he had inquired what was so embarrassing as to make Hiro blush like that. Hiro answered, and the other man began to clear his throat uncomfortably. Miroku laughed, and Kagome just looked up at him questioningly.
They all piled into the Higurashi car and made their way back home. This was the first time Miroku had been in a car where he could see out the window and understand how the car was moving (in the cab he was too set on getting Kagome's pants), so naturally he was amazed. The twenty-minute car ride was a long one, because the unknowing monk would ask question after question. When they reached the shrine, Miroku again carried her up the stairs and into the house.
"We have to go to the Feudal Era." Kagome stood up, already starting to get strength in her back again. "But Kagome, you've been seriously injured. I don't want you going back just yet. You should rest completely." Miroku protested, against the fact that Kagome was willing to endure anything that the unmerciful feudal era might throw at them in her condition.
"I need to set things right with Inuyasha. He'll be angrier if we don't! You don't want to keep running from him, do you?" Miroku shook his head, knowing that Kagome was right. "Alright… let's start packing your bag then, shall we?" Kagome nodded, and they both made their way to the kitchen to pack some snacks and then to the bathroom to fish through the medicine cabinets for her First Aid kit.
After the bag was packed to its fullest capacity, they made their way out to the well shed. "I'll be back real soon, Mom. I don't plan on staying as long as I normally would. I just need to clear things up with everyone." Ms. Higurashi nodded as she saw them jump, and the warm blue glow of the open time-slip reflected on every surface.
After helping both Kagome and the large yellow bag out of the well, Miroku began to lead the way towards Kaede's village. As soon as they got out of Inuyasha forest, an auburn-colored mass of raging fluff started propelling towards them at break-neck speeds, and if Miroku hadn't caught the excited Kitsune by the tail, Kagome would've probably been re-injured. "Kagome, Kagome! You're back! Are you hurt? Inuyasha and Sango said you were hurt! Where'd you go? Are you all better now? Did you bring me any more pocky?" at that point, Miroku had put a lollypop in the child's mouth, discovering a temporary solution as to how they could shush the kid up.
They approached the hut they called home, and entered it after taking a large, calming breath. Sango looked up, and was immediately happy to see the two, especially Kagome. "Kagome! How are you?" Sango then noticed the sling that her arm was in to prevent the stitches from coming loose or undone.
"Were you really hurt badly?" the young miko shook her head. "No, surgery repaired me, and in a month or two I'll have these stitches out in no time." Sango nodded, handing her the purified jewel shard. "Here… this popped out when Inuyasha… um…" Sango let the sentence hang, not wanting to finish it. Kagome understood, though, and took the shard, putting it with her others in the bottle around her neck.
"I probably won't be spending as much time as I'd like in the Feudal Era because of these stitches. Sorry…" Miroku shook his head. "You shouldn't apologize; it's not your fault. It isn't anyone's fault. We should all be grateful you escaped with just an injury that isn't too critical." Kagome nodded. "I guess you're right. So… speaking of which… where is Inuyasha? I really need to speak with him."
"Last time I saw him, child, he was moping about in Inuyasha forest. He has been very reckless, having a hard time debating on whether or not to call on ye to see if ye were alright." Kagome turned around to the door, happy to see the old miko standing with a bundle of herbs in her hands.
Both monk and miko moved out of the way so that the elder could get by. "If he was in Inuyasha forest… wouldn't he have come to see us?" the elder miko just shrugged. "Aye, but maybe he was too afraid you'd be scornful towards him to do so. Ye should go look for him, child. Show him ye aren't angry." Kagome nodded. "Well then, Miroku. I'm going to go look for him. I think it'd be best if you stayed here." Miroku nodded agreeing. "You just be careful out there, Kagome." The miko nodded, and excused herself from the hut.
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