Thankful
There he was again, leaning against the post outside, chewing something as always. The sight was familiar and endearing, and she felt happy inside. He couldn't see, of course, but she was happy to see him.
If it wasn't for him, she would be dead. She wouldn't be a doctor, treating the helpless. She wouldn't have friends like the ones she had now. She wouldn't have known to love with her heart and not her head.
Megumi walked out of her clinic with a smile, looping her arm around his.
She was, without a doubt, thankful to have him.
