Warning!
This is a Very Macabre chapter. Be prepared.
Chapter 15 – One Step Onwards, Ten Backwards
Just like every other morning, Inuyasha was taken up from bed, sedated and taken to a shower. And today was just a normal shower. But the day wasn't normal. Today was Inuyasha's 16th birthday! That had to be celebrated!
And again, Jakotsu and Kagura had taken over the kitchen and baked a huge cream cake, covered in whipped cream, kiwis, strawberries and cherries, and the nurses had ordered 16 small candles from the hospital's main kitchen. The cake was put in the fridge, but Jakotsu was having a hard time to leave the cake alone.
"Just a little slice!" Jakotsu pleaded, tugging the nurse's coat.
"Wait until the coffee brake. Then you'll get your share of the cake and something nice too", the nurse smiled.
"What nice?"
"You'll see!"
Inuyasha lounged in a wheelchair, dazed, as Mitsuhiro dried his hair with a hair dryer.
"Oh how the time goes by!" Mitsuhiro sighed with a smile. "When we first time met, you were a little child. And look at you now! Now you are a handsome young man!" he grinned and pet the boy's dog ear.
Otherwise it was all quiet, but suddenly Inuyasha's growling broke the silence of the room. Mitsuhiro sighed.
"Listen, Inuyasha. It seems you don't have any kinds of birthday wishes, but me, and maybe all we nurses have: talk. That's all."
Inuyasha growled, baring his fangs. Mitsuhiro sighed.
Inuyasha was clothed, still growling. And because of that, there was one more thing to go, before the boy would get out of the showering room. Mitsuhiro turned towards the closet, sighed again and took out a straightjacket.
"I'm sorry about this bud, but... You seem ggressive even though you're medicated, so... We nurses decided you will be put in a straightjacket so the party will go well. Now, we can either do this the easy way, so that you don't object and let me put it on you, or then we can do it the hard way, which means I will call more nurses, and, well, you get the point..."
For a while they stared at each other, which gave Mitsuhiro the idea that Inuyasha would go for the easy way.
"Good. Now, give me your right arm", the man pleaded and put Inuyasha's arm into the sleeve. "Then the left one", he said. Then he turned the boy around from his biceps. "Now I'll tighten the belts."
After the straightjacket had been put on, Mitsuhiro pet the boy's shoulder and said:
"Go for a little rest. I'll come get you for you'r party."
Inuyasha laid on his bed, tapping his right foot against the mattress. It was all quiet. Miroku wasn't there. He couldn't hear or smell anyone, since he was still somewhat drugged. But he wasn't an idiot – he knew what day it was. Oh yes, his birthday... But who cares. In Inuyasha's mind this was cakeday! Inuyasha didn't have much feelings – but he liked food. He liked the texture and the taste. And no matter was he fed by a nurse or eating by himself, he enjoyed it.
Then the door opened. Miroku stepped in with a huge smile, and a (stupid) paperhat on his head. Even though he saw his friend was again strapped in a straightjacket, he tried to cheer up the atmosphere.
"Heh, I wanted to come to shake your hand, but I guess I'll have to wait a while!"
Inuyasha sat up using his abs and stared at Miroku for a while.
"Anyway, happy birthday!" he said and clapped his hands. Then a nurse walked in.
"Miroku, come and help us decorating the dining hall", she whispered in the man's ear.
The duo walked into the dining hall, where almost all of the ward's patients and nurses bustled around with colorful balloons, flowers and paper streamers. This was done always when someone had his/her birthday.
"Miroku, help me set the table. Kagura will put the cake and drinks on the counter. And birthday boy, you come, too!"
Inuyasha wasn't smiling, but his ears were standing as up as possible, showing that he was excited. As he walked beside the nurse, he sniffed the air like a dog. And when they arrived into the dining hall, all faces turned at the arrivals, and everyone started cheering and clapping their hands. Mitsuhiro came to Inuyasha and walked with him to his seat.
Jakotsu got up from his seat and skittered to Inuyasha. He gave the boy a card with a heart on it (what a surprise), but this time it wasn't just from him, but every patient in the ward had written their names behind it.
Then it was time for the song!
Happy Birthday!
Now you're one year older!
Happy Birthday!
Your life still isn't over!
Happy birthday!
You did not accomplish much,
but you didn't die this year
I guess that's enough!
First the nurses didn't really like the song, but finally they smiled and started clapping their hands.
"Let's cut the cake!" Mitsuhiro cheered.
And so everyone went to the counters to get some cake, coffee and juice, but first in the line was Mitsuhiro. As Inuyasha was the birthday boy, he should get the cake first. He cut a pretty big slice of it, a few biscuits and a glass of juice with s drinking straw.
"Look, pal. I'm verry sorry you cant be free in your own even it's your birthday, but try to understand. Maybe next time. Now, open your mouth." And to he started feeding the hanyou.
When the whole cake and patients were gone, Jakotsu and Naraku's own nurse Goro had started cleaning up the dining hall and kitchen. Now Jakotsu pushed a metal cart of huge piles of plates, cups and glasses. Goro opened the huge dishwasher and said:
"I'll go there to the hall to wipe the tables. You do the dishes."
"Right", Jakotsu smiled and nodded.
As he put the first plate in the washer, he looked at the nurse go away. For a while Jakotsu kept filling the washer, whistling... Until he suddenly looked over his shouder. One of the boxes was open. And that was no ordionary box
It was the knife box. Not only normal knives, but sharp, big bread knives.
Jakotsu's heart started pounding and his pupils shrank. He dashed to the knife box quickly and opened it. He took out a large, maybe 20 cm bread knife and put it in his pocket. But because the pocket wasn't deep enough, he had to cut it through. He closed the box, grinned and chuckled quietly like a lunatic. This was the moment he had been waiting for for a long time.
Soon Goro came to the kitchen.
"Well, Jakotsu, have you already..." he was about to say, but noticed the washer still being almost empty. "What have you been doing since you haven't washed the dishes?"
"Just thinking", Jakotsu winked. But Goro noticed the man was randy, but didn't really think about it.
"Well, I'll help you", Goro said and started filling the washer his back towards Jakotsu. That was a huge mistake.
Jakotsu grabbed the knife in his pocket and squeezed it's handle. He smiled like an insane murderer (which he actually was) and pulled the knife out...
"Jakotsu, come and help me ou..." Goro turned around and saw Jakotsu with the sharp knife in his hand. Within one second Goro pressed the alarm button and the whole ward started echoing the loud beeping sound.
Jakotsu enjoyed these moments more than anything. He slashed and stabbed the nurse. Now he managed to swipe his arm so that some blood spattered on his face. Jakotsu laughed and chased the nurse around the kitchen.
"Blood! Blood!" Jakotsu shouted and slashed Goro again. This time he hit his back, so that his white coat was ripped apart.
Jakotsu could may have killed Goro, if seven nurses didn't appear into the kitchen in 10 seconds. They froze in horror; there was blood all over the floor, in Jakotsu's hands and everywhere around Goro. Six nurses ran to Jakotsu and pressed him down against the floor. One of the nurses knelt down by the man who laid on floor, covered in blood. Nurse Mitsuhiro took the knife from Jakotsu's hand, another nurse sat on him and others held his limbs.
"Make a broader alarm and call an ambulance!" Mitsuhiro shouted as loud as he could. One nurse did the broader alarm, one ran to the office to call the ambulance. The alarm rang like in hell, and in half a minutes twelve nurses had ran into the kitchen.
"Get the anesthetic, right now!" one nurse shouted, and so one of them was on her way.
"Blood! Let be lick and drink and sniff and taste it!" Jakotsu laughed or more like screamed on the floor.
"Calm down!" Mitsuhiro shouted and kicked knife laying on floor farther away. Kaede grabbed it and took it away.
"What on earth is going on?!" Kagura asked, holding her ears, like everyone else. They were standing on the living room's door, looking at the dining hall, quite far away from them.
"It's Jakotsu", Koga said seriously. "And I think I know what's goin' on."
Soon the nurse who had been sent to the medicine room came back with an injection syringe with anesthetic inside. Jakotsu's sleeve was were pulled up and just a second after the injection had been given, Jakotsu's insane laughter stopped, he closed his eyes and went limp.
"Then, off to the limb restraining room."
Jakotsu started waking up a bit over an hour later. He found himself strapped on a bed, in an isolation room. Beside him sat his own nurse Ryo. When he noticed Jakotsu had woke up, he shook his head and sighed.
"Oh Jakotsu... What were you thinking?"
Jakotsu didn't answer. He started guffawing.
"Do you have any idea, what you have done?" Ryo asked. "You almost killed Goro. He is now in the hospital."
"And ahh, how I enjoyed it", Jakotsu laughed. "I really did!"
Ryo sighed again. Even though he knew Jakotsu was just one very sick guy and his own patient, sometimes he disgusted him.
Jakotsu spent 13 days strapped on a bed, and after getting out of the isolation room, he wore a straightjacket for five days. Goro, too, spent some time at the hospital, but got well physically. But his mental health had crashed. He was put on medication.
Even though in K10-3 lots of bad things happened, this was maybe the most horrible accident ever. Usually the nurses, who got their asses kicked by a patient, just got over it and didn't care. But this time Goro sued Jakotsu. Though, of course, he still wouldn't be put in jail, but this means he won't be getting out of hospital anything like soon. He also had to pay damages for Goro.
"It was our carelessness. We had left the box open and we let Jakotsu in the kitchen alone", the nurses admitted in the court.
Goro never returned to K10-3, but into a normanl children's ward, far from Kuroshima.
And it wasn't only the damages Jakotsu had to pay, but he also lost all his rights to go out, but only in the caged yard with a nurse hand-in-hand. He wasn't allowed anywhere near the kitched. Actually, he wasn't even allowed to go eat in the dining hall with normal, more or less sharp cutleries, but in his own room with plastic eating utensils, being moitured.
At the moment it seemed that Jakotsu maybe was never going to leave Kuroshima. Only time could tell, if he would get better.
