Ch.3! Forgive me for up-dating lately! I had 5 tests in one day, and after school instead of taking my little nap, I babysat my nephew! So yeah, shall we go on cup-cakes!

Momo fidgeted her fingers, again, earning a glare from her grandmother. It has been half an hour since Dr. Hitsugaya has checked her, and now, she was waiting for him so they could eat breakfast. What was taking him so long? Momo was eager to eat breakfast with him, though her grandmother kept on lecturing her to behave as a grown adult instead of some giggly teenaged girl. Even if Momo was around her mid twenties, her bubbly personality, clumsiness (though it was when she had the ability to walk), soft sugary voice, shyness, and baby-like face always confused people and gave them the impression that she was under eighteen years old.

Momo and her grandmother waited in front of the colossal hospital, which was decorated neatly with flowers of all kind; a dedication from one of the town's high school to the people that passed away, or are birthed, in this hospital. Momo understood her doctor's duty, and she knew that she has to control her anxiousness. She wanted to know so much about him, as if he was some mysterious creature from another planet.

Momo felt embarrassed all the time when she would see someone beautiful, such as him, walking like if they were free from their problems. Over the past years, she received comments such as 'You're too beautiful to be stuck in a wheelchair' or 'when are you going to start walking again? It's a shame that you're wasting what should be your best years sitting on some chair!'.Momo sighed sadly and placed her elbow on the arm of her wheelchair, then resting her chin on the palm of her hand.

Momo's grandmother chose to wait with Momo, much to her granddaughter's dismay, so she could have her eyes on her and in case anything happened to her if she was alone. The grandmother always had that fear in her that, somehow, her granddaughter was going to get lost one day and will be physically hurt while she couldn't defend herself.

"Sorry I'm late." Momo's eyes snapped open lively as she heard the man's familiar voice.

Quickly, she straightened up and turned her head, her eyes meeting his.

"It's alright, doctor." The grandmother said reassuringly. "I'll leave you and Momo alone now. I must take my husband to his early morning Bingo games."

The doctor nodded with a slight smile on his face as he sauntered over to the blushing woman sitting nervously in her wheelchair.

"OK, and don't worry about Momo, she'll be safe with me. After breakfast, I'll drive her home."

The elderly woman nodded, waved bye to them, and began to walk away. Momo watched her leave, and once she was out of sight, she nervously bit her lip and looked away from the doctor.

Silently, the doctor walked over to her and placed his hand on the handlers of the wheelchair, gazing down at her innocent-like face.

"Where would you like to go?" he asked, his voice low and peaceful.

Momo hummed thoughtfully for a minute, and then looked up at him. "Anywhere you want."

The doctor frowned, causing her to wince inwardly, and shook his head. "My treat, just tell me the place and I'll take you there."

Sighing defeating-ly, a smile came to her lips as her favorite restaurant came into her head. "Why not The Breakfast Klub (1)?"

"Sure," he said, taking both of them to the popular restaurant.

Ever since Momo's incident, she has only been to The Breakfast Klub approximately two times with her grandparents, no more has she gone to the restaurant with her friends. Her friends spoke to her and they told her to eat breakfast with them at least twice a week, but Momo's embarrassment is being the only one stuck in a wheelchair while the rest of the group is free to walk. It was a hobby for her and her friends to go down to The Breakfast Klub and eat breakfast. There, they spoke about everything. The Breakfast Klub was almost they're little tree club since they've been going to the same restaurant and sitting in the same table for about ten years already. They were so familiarized with the restaurant that even the owner of The Breakfast Klub knew them!

The restaurant wasn't too far away from the hospital; just nearly three blocks. Both of them were quiet throughout the whole way. Momo didn't want to ruin the perfect moment by asking him ridiculous questions like she always did every time she met someone.

Toushiro opened the glass door and Momo rolled herself inside the pristine restaurant. As she had always expected, the fine restaurant was packed with hungry costumers.

"Which table would you like to eat by?" the doctor asked her.

Momo looked around the restaurant and spotted a nice area in the corner of the restaurant. She pointed the doctor the spot and he took her there. As they made their way through the quiet restaurant, memories of her past swam into her head. Oh, how she missed coming almost every morning and eating with her girlfriends. Toushiro pushed her inside the table courteously, and he then sat across from her. A waiter soon came, handing them each a menu and asking for their orders.

"What are you going to get?" he asked.

"Hm, I'm going to get Wings and Waffles, along with a Klub Carmel Macchiato. What about you?"

"Same thing as you," he replied, handing the menu back to the waiter as he finished writing their orders down.

"Your meal will arrive shortly." The man said, smiling down at them and then walking back towards the kitchen.

Momo sighed as she placed her hands on her lap, staring at the beautiful texture of the chestnut colored table. She knew that the doctor was looking at her: but why? Did she have something on her face like she most of the times does? Swiftly, Momo swept her face with her hand and was relieved to feel nothing. She loathed when someone stared at her like if she was that interesting, and especially if it was someone that she was beginning to feel attracted to.

"….Nervous?"

"Hm, what?" she asked, gazing at him now, and feeling dim that she had ignored him.

The doctor smirked at her flushing face. "I asked if you were nervous."

"Oh. Um, y-yeah, I'm kind of nervous." She answered truthfully.

"I figured," he said, "It's alright to feel nervous around me. I know that it's going to take you a while to trust someone."

Momo nodded, feeling a big lump on her throat. She couldn't hold the pain any longer, and just like how her grandmother told her, she needed to let it out. However, before she spoke, the waiter arrived with their food.

"Here you go; enjoy!" the waiter said after placing the plates in front of them and then walking away.

Momo smiled down at her food as she hungrily grabbed her fork and began to dig in. The doctor looked at her and smiled, surprised to know that she was this hungry. They both ate in silent, Momo trying not to moan at the tasty food, as she would do when she ate with her friends. It has been a long time since she has eaten the yummy breakfast from the restaurant. Eating the food now made her realize how much she has missed out during the past years. Was she really that depressed? Yes. Momo was finished with her breakfast first, and quickly, she grabbed the Carmel Macchiato and drank it.

"You definitely love this restaurant." He stated, wiping his mouth with the napkin.

Momo nodded as she drank the Carmel Macchiato half way. Toushiro drank his, and after, he looked at her.

"Momo," he said, grabbing her attention.

"Hn?"

"What happened?"

Momo stared at him confusingly, though realization quickly hit her head and sadly, she looked down at her lap. She didn't want to talk about it, nevertheless she needed to let it out. She felt the big lump arise on her throat once again, and her eyes stung with tears.

"Momo, I know you don't want to talk about it, but you need to let it out. You can't be hiding inside your house for the rest of your life. You think that by hiding yourself, you won't get hurt, but you're wrong. You're in pain right now, and I want to help you. Your grandparents hate seeing you like this as well, and they're feeling pain too."

Momo looked up at him as she felt her warm salty tears on the corner of her eyes. Sighing shakily, she rubbed her eyes and stared at her empty plate.

"I thought I loved him. I thought he loved me as he always told me. I don't know what got into his head when he decided to do that…. I don't know why he got so angry; but I hate him now, and I'm glad that he's suffering in prison."

"What exactly did he do to you?" he asked, his gleaming turquoise eyes narrowing.

"H-He shot me twice." She replied, gulping so the lump in her throat would go away, though she was failing miserably. "We dated for two years, and I thought he was my prince charming. We had a great time during our first year as boyfriend and girlfriend, and even my grandparents loved him. The following year, he was nice to all, but around August of the same year, I overheard him dirty talking through the phone with someone; dirty talking as in p-phone s-sex. I was going against the idea that he might have been cheating on me, but I continued to listen to his conversation. I heard him moan a woman's name; and he told her that he loved her and that soon they were going to be together."

"I-I was hurt because he told me that we were going to be together; though their conversation didn't end there. He t-told her that he was going to steal the last bit of money that I was making off from my performances so that he and her can run off to Vegas and get married. I-I was so angry that I didn't realize that I had stomped towards him and slapped the phone away from him. He looked at me angrily and pushed me to the floor. We argued for maybe half an hour, and I told him that I didn't want to see his disgusting face ever again. He got so angry with me and told me that I was some ugly elevator door; easy to open its doors to any man that I see. I punched him in the face so hard that his whole face turned red and his nose broke. He was beyond angry, and he crossed the line."

Momo took a shaky breath before continuing her nightmare. "He began beating me, and I couldn't defend myself. He was stronger than I was, and I was afraid. I tried to kick him off, but he just punched and hit me harder. My face was concealed with my hands and successfully, I was able to kick him off. I then got up and limped towards the door, but I didn't notice him take out his Colt Python gun. I was barely at the door when he fired, and both bullets hit me. One hit me in the back of my thigh, while the other one hit me in my spine and almost shattered it. I had collapsed to the floor and cried in pain, while he, shocked with his actions, left me crying and ran away. That d-day was the last day that I walked; And because of him, I c-can't no longer perform in musical theaters like I always did, n-nor be my normal self again."

Momo wiped a tear away, though more kept on trailing down her red cheeks. Embarrassed, she looked away from him and sobbed. She tried to calm down so the other costumers wouldn't question her later on. She didn't want the doctor to see her crying like this, but her emotions just got the better of her.

Shockingly, she felt an arm rest on her shoulders and a hand on her side, slowly pulling her a certain someone. Momo's eyes widened as the doctor next to her, though she didn't know how he got next to her without her noticing, embraced her. Momo hiccupped and closed her watery eyes, embracing him back. She felt the pain that was stuck in her chest before suddenly lift away. She knew that this is what she needed. She needed to let it out and a hug from a great person in return. The doctor grabbed a clean piece of napkin and gave it to her. Shuddering, she took it and wiped her tears away. The doctor stroked her back soothingly as she began to calm down.

"Would you like some water?"

Momo shook her head and smiled up at him. "I'm fine, thank you."

"Would you like to go home now?"

Momo looked at him and nodded.

Toushiro reached into his pockets and placed the money on the table. Then, he placed his hands on the handlers of her wheelchair and began exiting the restaurant. The doctor took her home patiently, wanting her to get some fresh air before being stuck inside her house again. Momo smiled to herself as the fact that she was in a wheelchair barely bothered her now, and the fact that she just met a great person was making her happy.

1) The Breakfast Klub is a REAL restaurant! It ain't made up, but I don't know how their service is!

Anyway, so now you guys know how and why she's paralyzed, and this actually did happen to a woman! Her husband abused her almost everyday, and one day, she was going to walk out of his life. He got so angry that he took out his gun and shot her - and now, she's paralyzed while he's in jail. So yeah, this is basically where I got the idea from and it's sad to see abusive husbands! Seriously, a man can NEVER lay his hand on a woman!

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