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More Mistakes

Makayla sighed as she waited for Fai's visitation hours to begin. The nurse had told her she shouldn't expect much from the visit, but since visiting hours started at ten and Kurogane had to stay until two - how she loved being the boss's daughter - she would, at least, be able to talk to someone while she was there.

"Makayla, you can go see him now," one of the nurses called over to her. Makayla smiled at her as she hurried through the double doors leading to the patients' rooms. Fai and Kurogane were sharing the room at the end of the ICU. Again, how she loved being the boss's daughter. And the damn ninja had better be grateful. Under normal circumstances he would have a room on the fourth story, in the psych ward. But since her father was Chief of Medicine, she'd had a few strings pulled so he could stay in a room with the mage. There wasn't as much of a chance of him killing anyone that way, seeing as no one in Raisu(1) National Hospital was stupid enough to take the bone of a starving dog.

"What the fuck do you mean I have to stay here?! Are you all fucking suicidal?!"

Kurogane was awake.

"Kurogane-sama," she cried cheerfully, jumping on his back as she entered the room and effectively handicapping his arms so he couldn't kill his doctor - Kojima, if she remembered correctly - who was hiding behind Fai's bed. "If you kill Kojima-kun?" the man nodded. "If you kill Kojima-kun you'll go to prison after here, and I won't be able to pull any strings so you can stay with Fai if you go there."

The swordsman growled and shook her off, turning all of his murderous rage toward the twenty-one year old. Makayla noted with satisfaction that he was blushing.

"What the hell do you mean, 'stay with'?!" he shouted at her. "I couldn't care less what happens to him!"

" 'Course not," she replied, still smiling. "That's why you've been guarding him like a mother would her new born child, and are worried as all hell, right?"

The ninja growled loudly at this comment and folded his arms across his chest.

"I am not guarding him," he snapped. "And I am not worried, dumbass! Why would I be worried about him?!"

"You aren't worried?" the girl repeated, scowling. "Holy hell, Kurogane, you're one of the most worried patients I've ever seen!"

"I am not worried, dammit!" he hollered. "Why the hell would I be worried?! It's his own damn fault!"

"Why the hell are you asking me?!" she snapped, pissed. "You're the one who's been snapping at everything that moves and arguing with the nurses about whether or not to give him more drugs! They know what they're-"

"OBVIOUSLY THEY DON'T, HEY WERE GOING TO GIVE HIM A FUCKING SEDATIVE!"

"BECAUSE IT WOULD HELP, YOU DUMBASS!"

"HE'S ASLEEP ALREADY! HOW WOULD A SEDATIVE HELP?!"

" HOW THE FUCK WOULD I KNOW?! BUT I TRUST THESE PEOPLE ENOUGH TO LET THEM HELP-"

"THEN YOU'RE THE BIGGEST MORON OF THEM ALL! THEY'RE ALL IDIOTS WHO THINK THAT PUTTING A COMA PATIENT TO SLEEP-"

"THEY WOULDN'T BE HERE IF THEY DDN'T KNOW WHAT THEY WERE DOING, MORON!"

"APPARENTLY THEY WOULD, SINCE THEY HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE WHAT'S GOING ON!!"

"THEY KNOW MORE THAN YOU DO!"

"OBVIOUSLY NOT, IF THEY THINK-"

"Would you both shut up?!"

Makayla took a deep breath as she turned around to face the speaker, a boy of about twelve sitting in a bed nearby. She smiled at him.

"Sorry," she apologized, gulping back the urge to shout at him for interrupting them. "Did we wake you up?"

"No," he replied, shaking his head. "But you were getting really loud and I didn't want you to scare my little sister any more."

Makayla smiled gently at the small girl, no older then five, and went over and crouched in front of her.

"I'm sorry, sweetie," she repeated. "I didn't mean to scare you. What's your name?"

The girl jumped as a door slammed shut. Makayla didn't need to turn to know that the swordsman had left.

"A-anna," the girl said shyly. "And my brother's name is Ben."

"Okay," the twenty-one year old said. "Nice to meet you, Anna. Why don't we go downstairs and get your brother a present, okay?"

Anna smiled as she glanced up at her brother, who grinned and lay back onto his pillows.

"Go ahead," he complied. "Just be careful."

She smiled again as Makayla stood and led her to the elevator. It would probably be best to give the ninja time to calm down, she reflected. In the meantime, she and Anna could both use some ice cream.

--

Kurogane needed a drink. He really, really, really needed a drink.

He took a moment to consider this. He'd never needed a drink this badly before. And according to the doctor - Kojima - substance abuse was a symptom of emotional trauma. Not that he'd actually been paying attention, but Makayla had repeated the sentence over and over again until he snapped and tried to strangle her.

Then again, these people would give a sleeping man a sedative, so he couldn't be sure of that.

"Kurogane-san!"

The swordsman glared at Syaoran.

"What?" he snapped. The kid looked a little taken aback, but he smiled anyway.

"How's Fai?" Mokona asked, popping out of the archeologist's hood. "Is he okay? Yuuko says -"

"He's still asleep," the ninja interrupted. "Where the hell is the princess?"

Syaoran glanced behind him.

"We passed Makayla on our way in," he explained. "She was with a little girl, Anna, I think her name was. They said they were going for some ice cream and took Sakura-hime with them."

The swordsman growled. Ice cream? Now? What the hell is that moron thinking?!

"Kurogane-san? Are you okay?"

The ninja glared at Syaoran again.

"Why the fuck do people keep asking me that?" he snapped. "I'm fine, so just leave me the hell alone."

Syaoran opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again, apparently deciding it would be best to drop the subject. This did not please the swordsman at all. He wanted a fight, dammit, and a good one, too. Makayla wouldn't have dropped it. She would have argued with him over it. But that wouldn't lead to a fight. It was against his moral code to hit women unless they hit him first.

Fai would have teased me about it, he thought suddenly, his chest feeling as if it were about to explode. He would have teased me and then I would have been chasing after him shouting death threats. And then he'd just laugh that stupid ass laugh and call me by some stupid nickname.

"Kurogane-sama."

The ninja snapped out of his thoughts, startled to see that Syaoran and Mokona had left, replaced by Makayla, who looked rather embarrassed about something.

"What," he snarled, not exactly pleased with her at the moment. The twenty-one year old averted her gaze.

"I wanted to apologize for earlier," she muttered, not looking at him. "It was stupid and close minded of me to snap at you like that, especially since it makes perfect sense for you to be worried about your friend."

"I wasn't worried about him," he growled almost instantly. Makayla frowned.

"You're a terrible liar, Kurogane-sama," she scolded. "Any one with a set of eyes can see how worried you are."

"I'm not worried about him," the swordsman repeated, pushing past her.

"Kurogane-sama…" the ninja turned slightly in time to see her fist sailing toward him, and barely managed to avoid it, instead getting caught by a vicious kick to the left side of his chest, leaving him gasping for air.

"You have no idea how badly I wanted to do that," she growled. "Now, get your ass back to your room and calm the fuck down, because you are not leaving this hospital until I say so, understand?!"

The ninja growled at her despite the lack of oxygen - she wasn't nearly as weak as she seemed, fast and powerful despite her slim figure.

"I - I'll do whatever - ever the fuck I damn w-well please," he gasped, forcing himself to straighten. Makayla glared at him.

"No, you won't because what I kicked just now was your lung," she said, smiling sweetly. "So I'm guessing that you have a broken rib or two, which means you'll be stuck here until you're all better."

The ninja glared at her, but was unable to make any moves to brush off the nurses that were pulling him back to his and Fai's room. He could hear Makayla saying to one of the nurses behind him, "Get a psychiatrist in there to talk to him when he's calmed down."

"Why?" he heard the nurse ask faintly as they waited for the elevator to arrive. He glared at the twenty-one year old as she glanced at him.

"Check for emotional trauma."

Shit.

--

Kurogane scowled at Syaoran as he entered his and Fai's room, supported by four or five nurses. The archeologist paled slightly, turning back to the mage. The ninja growled as he shook the nurses off and fell onto his bed, his chest hurting like all hell. If she'd actually broken his ribs, he would kill her…

Check for emotional trauma.

He had no idea why that one sentence had shaken him so badly. He wasn't worried about the trauma part - hell, he'd never been worried about being traumatized. That as practically impossible for him, any way, with everything he'd seen. What bothered him was what that could possibly mean. Kojima had explained the concept to him. If he was suffering from - he shuddered at the thought - emotional trauma, what did that mean?

"Damn," he muttered to himself. He was obsessing. Again. Over he stupidest shit. He was not "emotionally traumatized". He would never be "emotionally traumatized". By anything. By anyone. There was no way this would scar him. He wasn't that weak.

"Kurogane, correct?"

The ninja glanced up at the sound of his name. A girl, no older than 24, smiled sweetly down at him. She looked like a mixture of Sakura and Syaoran - she had the princess's height and build, the kid's determined gaze, and Sakura's eyes.

"What?" he barked, annoyed by her already. The girl stuck out her hand.

"My name's Kaylee," she introduced herself cheerfully. The swordsman glared at her hand until she dropped it and flushed slightly.

"Um… I'm your psychiatrist," she explained, pulling a chair up and sitting down in front of him. "Makayla asked me to talk to you, to make sure you aren't showing signs of trauma."

The ninja growled at her.

"Whatever," he snapped. Kaylee smiled brightly at Syaoran.

"It'll only be a few minutes.. Um, Syaoran?" she asked uncertainly. He nodded. "Okay. It'll only be a few minutes, Syaoran, but there's this whole patient-doctor confidentiality agreement, so…"

The kid took the hint and smiled encouragingly at her as he left, Mokona hiding in his hood. As soon as she was sure he was gone, the shrink closed the curtains and turned to Kurogane, smiling.

"So, Kurogane, how do you feel?" she asked. He glared at her.

"How the hell do you think I feel? I just got my ass kicked by a girl half my size," he growled. Kaylee frowned, looking worried.

"Miss Makayla didn't hurt you that badly, did she?" the girl asked, looking concerned. "I know she seems really mean at times, but she's really nice deep down."

The ninja scoffed.

"Tell that to my ribs," he snarled, laying back onto his pillows. "The fucking bitch fucking kicked me hard enough to shatter a fucking wall."

The girl looked as if she were about to cry.

"Oh no, really? I hope she didn't hurt you, she means well, really, she's just worried about you is all."

"Whatever. Now can we get this over with?" he snapped. "I don't plan on staying here all day."

Kaylee smiled at his impatience.

"We're already almost done," she replied, sitting back. "Judging from our conversation so far, you're kinda irritable, aren't you? And judging by how you described the pain you felt when Makayla kicked you, it wasn't just her attack that's hurting your chest. I only have one question."

"What?!" he snarled. Apparently she'd inherited both the kid and the princess's personalities, too.

"Why haven't you eaten anything?"

The ninja started. I… haven't eaten anything? Now that he thought about it, she was right. He had growled at the nurse who had brought um breakfast, and had skipped lunch altogether.

"I'm not hungry," he snapped after a moment. Kaylee smiled sadly and shook her head as she left. Kurogane growled at her retreating back.

--

"So?" Makayla asked Kaylee as she entered her office. The psychiatrist shook her head.

"It's a little soon to tell," she stated, "but I don't think his symptoms are from trauma. Guilt, maybe, and stress. But not trauma."

The twenty-one year old nodded distractedly.

"Then I suppose we should let him go as soon as his ribs are fixed, shouldn't we?" she said, half to herself. Kaylee hesitated in the doorway a moment before as she turned to leave.

"Makayla… you didn't hurt Mr. Kurogane that badly on purpose, did you?" she asked, glancing back at the younger girl. Makayla shook her head.

"Only enough so he'd have to stay a few days. Why, what'd he say?" she asked pleasantly. Kaylee frowned.

"He said you kicked him hard enough to shatter a wall," she said slowly, unsure of whether or not she should be telling her this. Makayla looked slightly shocked, but a pleased look came into her eyes as she dismissed the psychiatrist. Kaylee couldn't help but worry. It wasn't that Makayla was a bad person. She just had bad ways of solving things.

But then again, so did Kurogane.

--

"Fuck damn shit fuck shit damn FUCK!!" Kurogane swore as he tried to get to sleep later that night. Apparently more than a couple ribs were broken, because he was finding it impossible to find a comfortable sleeping position. He was convinced that Makayla had done this on purpose. Yes, he realized how illogical this assumption was, but at the moment the logical side of his brain had locked itself away and was nowhere to be found. He just wanted to get some sleep, dammit! So why the hell was he still awake?!

"Kurogane-sama," Makayla's voice whispered from behind him. The swordsman jumped and rolled over to face his intruder, ignoring the pain in his chest as he did so.

"What the hell do you want?!" he snapped, glaring at her. The twenty-one year old grinned.

"I know something about you that you don't know," she replied mockingly. "Wanna know what it is?"

The ninja considered snapping at her again, to yell at her to go away, but found to his horror he was unable to do so due to a lack of caring.

"Whatever," he muttered finally, sighing and rolling aver again, wincing slightly. Makayla giggled.

"Kurogane-sama's in lo-ove," she sang quietly. The ninja sat straight up and growled at her, reaching for a fork left over from the dinner he had forced down as an attempt to waste time.

"What was that?" he snapped, brandishing the fork as if it were a deadly weapon. Makayla grinned.

"I apologize, that was uncalled for," she muttered, still grinning. "What I meant to say was that there are no definite signs of emotional trauma, so we'll let you go in a couple days."

The swordsman glared at her suspiciously.

"Liar," he growled finally. "What the hell were you talking about?"

Makayla smiled sweetly at him.

"Kurogane-sama's in lo-ove," she repeated in the same sing-song voice. The ninja growled at her again.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" he demanded, dropping the fork and instead pulling a needle out of a partially opened drawer. The twenty-one year old eyed it warily.

"Put the morphine down, Kurogane-sama," she said slowly. "I didn't mean to reveal your secret, I swear."

Oh, yes, she would die slowly.

"I don't love that dumbass," he growled, motioning toward the mage with the hand not holding the needle full of pain killers. Makayla grinned.

"I never said you loved him," she smirked as she ducked under his arm and lightly tapped his ribs, causing them to scream in protest. "But maybe you should lie down before you hurt yourself."

The ninja growled at her, pulling a identical needle from the drawer.

"Ah, Kurogane-sama, that's-"

"I know that," he cut her off. " I can't sleep."

So saying, he pumped the sedative into his arm and lay back down, tossing the morphine at her. He was asleep in minutes.

--

His drug induced sleep was disturbed by the sound of a wailing heart monitor somewhere down the hall. A minute later, another went off, then another, and then another. Within five minutes every patient in the ICU had flat lined, and every doctor and surgeon on that floor was busy trying to get their patients back up. Makayla appeared across the room, a crash cart beside her as she tried frantically to revive the kid who was there - Ben, if he remembered the kid's name correctly.

He would have cared, if at that moment a high pitched scream didn't issue from behind him. Dread engulfing him, the swordsman whirled around.

Fai had flat lined.

A/N; Hmmm… I'm sorry. I am really, truly sorry. If you review I won't let Fai die this time, either.

(1): Raisu is just a name I thought up while eating Raisins and watching Tsubasa. It has no meaning that I know of.