Title: Work-A-Holic
Author: Tsubasa Kya
Disclaimer: This is a HieiKago fanfiction. To read my KuwaKago, go to my profile... it's a one-shot, and not what you'd expect (I hope). It doesn't really even have a true end... But anyway! This story is not written to trick you into thinking it's a KuwaKago, because it's not. I have created a mission. It is to cover the entire FF world with HieiKago love and then when I have massed an army of HieiKago fanfiction, we will march on to rule the UNIVERSE! Bwahahaha! (I still don't own.)

Chapter four: Recommended

As Kagome finished up the lunch she didn't really want to eat, she looked over the chart of the new patient. It was not yet complete, so she would have to question her new patient and finish the paperwork, but she didn't mind that. What she minded was the idiot who had "recommended" her to be the patient's doctor.

So either her foe was hoping she would fail with this patient, or he was just mocking her by recommending her for an easy case. Kagome hated the masochist who believed himself better than her just because of her gender. But as always, she would accept the case with dignity and grace, and come out ahead in the eyes of her boss.

She would achieve that promotion. She would not be bested by a man. She stood and gathered the remains of her lunch, throwing them away before brushing herself free of non-existent crumbs and pulled the chart toward the crook of her arm. She made her way to the clinic to check her chart for the time of her closest clinic appointment, and then finally made her way to Ward B.

Upon her entrance, she was greeted with the cold and white washed walls that were Ward B. She couldn't understand how people could possibly say Ward B was near the coldest place in the entire town. She thought it was rather warm and cozy. It certainly was much warmer than her apartment.

Ward B was split up in sections. There were six doctors that worked in Ward B including Kagome's boss, and twelve nurses. Ward B had been split up into six rooms to compensate the territorial needs of doctors who cared for the patients in Ward B. The reason why Ward B was so extravagant and out of the ordinary was because the patients who lived in them were "indefinite" which often meant there was never to be a chance they would leave the hospital again.

Sometimes they did, but more often than not they didn't. The room where Kagome's indefinite patients were housed was at the very end. She pressed open the door, smiling at Terrence and Jillian who were playing a game of electronic chess on the large screen. It was how they took out their frustration at being paraplegics.

"Doctor Soruisa!" Terrence called jovially, running a hand through his already messy hair as soon as he noticed her. He was an elderly man, crippled in a car accident. He refused to go to an old-folks home and so his family had chucked him at the hospital so they wouldn't have to worry about him.

Kagome nodded a greeting, looking toward the curtained off section. Inside it would be her newest patient, undoubtedly unconscious after the surgery. "Good afternoon, Terrence." She walked over to the elderly man's bed and took her stethoscope from around her neck. "Have you been well?"

"Well as one can be without the use of their legs, I presume." Terrence chuckled bitterly before entering his move on the electronic keypad that sat in his lap. He breathed in and out, used to the daily routine. After she had checked Terrence's breathing, she moved to Jillian's side.

Jillian said, "Hi, A'ka, t...take...turn?" Jillian was ten years her junior. He was at the carefree age that Kagome had been just before the final battle. He had been beaten near death in an alley after being mugged, and this left him struggling to recall much about himself. A year before he had been unable to speak even, but constant therapy and persistence had brought his speech back, even if it wasn't perfect.

"No, Jillian." Kagome told him, smiling at him. He amazed her. He was considered a paraplegic since he had no use of most of his body. He could move his left arm and his head, but other than that he could move nothing.

Jillian pouted but then brightened. "P.p.pepper?" He asked her with hopeful eyes. She nodded and took one of the candies from her pocket, un-wrapping it for him. He greedily stuffed it in his mouth making her chuckle. "M.m.mom s.s.stopped t.to s.see m-me." He stammered.

"She did?" Kagome feigned surprise, though she knew already. Nothing that happened in Ward B went without her notice. She considered it practice for when she became Head of Ward B. Aside from that, she had been the one to call his mother and as her to stop by.

She knew it hurt the woman to see her child thusly injured, but Kagome felt it was wrong to just ignore the entire thing and pretend nothing happened—or worse, pretend she never had a son in the first place. "Y-yes."

"She brought cake!" Terrence reminded Jillian and despite what all people said, Kagome thought the two were a cure for each other. Terrence and Jillian encouraged each other to continue going every day. Kagome wasn't sure what would happen if Terrence were to pass away, as he could any day now. He was nearing one hundred years old.

"Did she? Well, I'll be!" Kagome picked her new patient's chart up from where she had set it on the end of Terrence's bed. "What kind of cake?" She sat down in the chair between the two beds to listen to them chatter at her while she resumed her inspection of the new chart.

She kept half her attention on the two in case they needed something, but mostly she just read the chart, nodding her acceptance every now and then to the conversation that her patients carried 'with her'.

She had been given another paraplegic, which was no surprise to her. Her co-worker usually recommended her for the hopeless cases. She could have gotten back at him during several occasions, but found it beneath her to do such a thing. A short while later, Jillian and Terrence had gone back to their game of chess and Kagome stood up, walking with the chart to the enclosed section of Ward B-6.

She slipped through the curtain and looked at her patient, nearly dropping the chart in shock. It couldn't be possible! Hadn't he been moving around just before he passed out? The normally cool and collected doctor fumbled with the chart, reading it more carefully this time rather than skimming the contents.

It is assumed that the fall worsened the tear in his spinal column, rendering him a paraplegic from the waist down.

It made sense. She looked at the unconscious man with a frown before noticing something about him. He had a third eye on his forehead. Walking closer to examine him, her frown only deepened as she looked at the chart again.

Born with a defect: third eye. Natural red eye color, so it is assumed that albino has no exception on humans, and he was at one point supposed to be twins, though the second was not formed past the first eye and there was no separation.

She sighed bitterly, feeling worn already. Humans were always making excuses for what they could not believe. He was not an albino human with a defect, he was a demon plain and simple. With the rate at which demons seemed to heal in comparison to humans, she hoped there would be some chance that he would walk again, though she wouldn't bet her life on it.

She put the chart in the box bolted to the wall beside the bed and began the routine he would soon come to know as normal. She checked his breathing and used her tiny flashlight to shine it in his eyes to be sure he was responsive at least on some level. She poked and prodded at his leg muscles to remove any cramps that would form and affect his already bruised and broken spinal column and then covered him back up.

This fanfiction could get all... out of the ordinary... If I wanted to write "ordinary" I would write like someone else instead of myself. If you wanted "ordinary" you wouldn't be reading this fanfiction.