Chapter Twenty Two: The Three O' Clock

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Song Playing: Idaho

Theme 91: Hospital

Hatsumi Uzumaki had just started working at they community hospital as a nurse just a few months ago and so far things seemed to be working out pretty well for her in her own personal opinion. Today was turning out to be an exceptionally good day. It was a slow day which allowed her to catch up on some sorting that she had been meaning to do, she had gotten the last cup of relatively lukewarm coffee in the break room, and she had a date with a cute intern that night. At this point nothing could bring her down. Life was looking good.

"I don't need a fucking doctor, I need to whip those brats into shape so we can win the God-damn game!"

"One day off from practice won't ruin your chances of winning nearly as much as a quarterback with a bad arm!"

Hatsumi looked up at the sound of loud voices to find two teenagers getting out of the elevator. One was a rather scary looking young man with a blatant scowl on his face while the other was a pleasant looking young lady who appeared to be reaching the end of her patience.

"You should be less concerned about my arm and more concerned about what people are going to think when they find out we went to see a doctor together." The scary man started with a sneer.

"And you should be more concerned about your arm and less about a game that isn't even coming up for another couple of weeks." The pretty girl snapped back before turning her attention to the shocked faced nurse at the registry. "We have an appointment at three under Mamori Anezaki."

The nurse was momentarily stunned by her pleasant attitude. "Um... the doctor's running behind today so I'm afraid you'll have to wait but first I need you to fill out a few forms."

Taking the offered pen with an appreciative smile the girl started filling in the blanks at the counter. When the boy attempted to escape while she was busy she didn't even bother looking up as she grabbed on to the back of his shirt, keeping him firmly in place. The blond had looked like he desperately wanted to shoot something.

'Or someone...' The nurse couldn't help but think as she took the finished forms. She watched the couple wearily as they took a seat in the corner. There they sat in relative quiet, except for a few insults, until she called for them again.

"Miss?" The girl glanced up from the magazine she was reading. "The doctor's ready to see you now."

The boy got up out of his seat and was about to go in when the girl caught him by his jacket sleeve. He turned to find her hand held out expectantly as she marked her page with the other. Then she looked up at him.

"Hand them over."

The nurse raised a curious eyebrow.

The boy gave her a smirk. "Don't know what you're talking about."

"Hiruma-kun." There was a slight edge in her tone and a certain knowing look in her eye as she stuck her hand out further.

"Che." Suddenly there was a small hand gun, a couple of grenades, and what appeared to be some sort of high caliber weapon that she was sure was illegal in three different countries; including Japan. The nurse's eyes widened in shock as the young woman took each item- carefully of course- but calmly. As if this was completely routine thing for her to do on a day to day basis.

"All of them."

An additional string of ammunition, two larger firearms, a bazooka that she couldn't for the life of her figure out how he had kept it hidden, and a few other items she probably could live without ever seeing again made themselves known.

"Fucking happy now?"

The girl smiled and nodded, carefully placing each object in a large duffel bag at her side. He had almost made it to the sanctuary of the check up room when her voice once again penetrated the otherwise silent atmosphere.

"And the book."

Before the poor nurse had time to react he had cursed something under his breath while throwing a small projectile at the girl. Who promptly caught it and placed it in the bag with the other lethal items. With that the blond man slammed the door shut with a loud, "Fucking manager."

The girl went back to reading an article about how to get stubborn grass stains out of white pants.

And the nurse contemplated on whether or not her date would believe her about what happened at work.

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