2 – Inuyasha

The ward K10-3 was broadly a very restless ward, that was obvious. Somedays there were calm days... some days were nothing but a war. And today it was a world war.

Every isolation room was taken. What should they do? Ten nurses had been alarmed, and they were currently holding two patients, as there simply was no limb restraint beds free. Now the only way would be to release the patients who don't absolutely need to be isolated or strapped. Who would they be?

Inuyasha laid in the limb restraint bed in the middle of the isolation room. He was staring at the ceiling his eyes half closed. He was tired and his head was aching a bit. He sniffed and coughed once. He had had a maybe even bad flu for a few days, but now he was getting better.

Inuyasha raised his hand and stared at it from every direction. Those razor-sharp claws...

"Rrrryah!" As fast as lightning he jumped off the bed and slashed the wall. He started pounding it.

"Is everyone ready?" one nurse asked. There they stood, six nurses, with leather gloves and syringes. They weren't sure would Inuyasha be well enough to be released. They had to be ready for a fight. If everything would go well, they would release him.

They thought Inuyasha had no idea they were standing there. But hell yeah he knew; he could smell them And the medicine in the syringes, even with his stuffy nose. This time, there would be strong sedatives.

The door to the room was opened. Inuyasha turned first his ears, then his face to the arrivals.

"Alright, Inuyasha... It's okay..." one nurse spoke calm, as they approached Inuyasha. He didn't move an inch, but started growling his fangs bared... And finally sneezed. The nurses kept on approaching. Then Inuyasha dashed towards them his claws up, but just as fast as him, the nurses grabbed him from his limbs, pushed him against the floor, pulled his pants down, stung the syringe in his butt.

Inuyasha's eyesight got a bit hazy and he felt lethargic. He went limp and closed his eyes.

"That's it", one nurse said as she pulled the pants back up. Inuyasha was helped to get back up on his feet. He could barely stand, couldn't feel his feet, and that was the meaning of this. But in this condition, Inuyasha wouldn't need to be isolated or strapped, so now the isolation room was free for the one is need.

"Come, let's go for supper", Inuyasha's personal nurse, named Mitsuhiro, said. He took the boy's hand and walked him slowly to the dining halll.

Drugged, sniffing Inuyasha crashed down on his own spot, where he always ate. Slowly he leaned his forehead against the windowsill. His ears went drooping, and...

"CHI!" he sneezed.

Soon Mitsuhiro arrived and sat down next to Inuyasha. He had a tray of food; a bowl of porridge and a sippy cup of hot juice. The man started spooning the porridge in the boy's mouth. No matter did the food come from a tube, from a nurse or by oneself. Just as long as it came.

After all, in the ward K10-3, the third floor of this huge building, there was no pride, no shame. They were violent, not only to others, but also self-destructive. But what else? This ward was for the most mentally sick patients in whole Japan.

Even though Inuyasha was a teenage boy, he didn't mind wearing fine, cool clothes. Now he was wearing nothihg else but grey hospital pants. Nothing else. No socks, no shirt, and he was being fed. Whateva. It wasn't rare, because when he was strapped in a bed or a straitjacket, or maybe drugged, there was no other option.

After the supper Mitsuhiro gave the boy a huge handful of different kinds of pills.

"Open your mouth", the man said as he held the pills in front of the boy's mouth. He opened his mouth with those sharp fangs and sniffled. Mitsuhiro poured the pills in and poured juice in his mouth from a sippy cup.

"Good", Mitsuhiro smiled and pet the boy's back. They headed towards Miroku and Inuyasha's room.

"Now now, it's okay..." Mitsuhrio calmed the boy as they walked the corridor, Inuyasha growling quiet and holding his ear back. But Mitsuhiro wasn't cared, not at all. He knew Inuyasha the best in this hospital ever since the children's ward, seven years back.

Miroku laid on his bed, reading a book, until the door opened. The man raised his eyes from the book and...

"Hallelujah! Inuyasha! You're okay!" Miroku shouted, happy. But when he noticed the boy being all drugged, he gave a cruel look at the nurse – again they had drugged the poor boy.

"Good night", Mitsuhiro waved and walked out of the room. Miroku's murdering gaze could drill a hole in the door, but he sighed and calmed down.

"So, you were in the isolation room? Me too. How's your flu?" Miroku asked. The boy laid in his bed, coughing a few times and sniffed, turning on his side, facing the wall. He didn't answer. He grabbed his dog ears pulled them, closing his eyes, trying to get some sleep. What a hell of a day.