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Acceptance
Chapter 7
"Is she going to be alright?" I heard her voice. It was soothing.
"She's nearly 40 pounds underweight. Do you know why she didn't eat?"
I opened my eyes to watch them near the door. Hiroshi was nowhere to be found. I was thankful he wasn't around. I opened my mouth to speak. But Haruka beat me.
"She was under pressure from her manager. He constantly told her that she was overweight."
I forced my eyes closed. I didn't want to hear mention of him. I don't understand why I'm here. There's nothing wrong with me. It was just the heat of the lights. They've made me feel like this before. I've just never passed out before.
"You're not welcome in here." She spoke again. I just wanted her to talk to me all day long. Her voice helped me to relax. There was just something about it that I loved. It was so deep, soothing, yet feminine all at the same time.
"I don't think that's your choice to make Haruka."
I opened my eyes again just in time to see him push his way past her. I looked at the doctor and spoke in soft English. "I don't want him in here...please." I turned away as he sat beside me. "Leave Hiroshi." My words were directed to him this time.
He ignored me and refused to move. Thankfully the doctor called for hospital security to escort Hiroshi from the room. "Thank you." I spoke softly again.
"How are you feeling?"
I looked at her. "Can I be alone for a little while?"
She only smiled and nodded. "I'll come back after I get something to eat. I'll bring up something for you too."
I watched her leave the room. I was alone now. Just how I always was, alone. It didn't bother me though. I liked being alone with my thoughts.
The skyline of Sydney is beautiful. I stood from the bed and walked to the window. It had to be nearly 10 PM now. A few of the towers that were visible from my window were dimly lip. Checkered with a few remaining workers' lights. It's nice to know there are other people that get buried in their work too.
"I brought you a ham and cheese sandwich. I hope that's alright?"
I took a deep breath as I sat back on the edge of the bed. It didn't feel like she was gone that long. "That's fine." I took it when she offered it to me. "How long were you gone?"
"Almost a half an hour. I ate down in the cafeteria." I must have been admiring the skyline for longer than I thought.
I nodded, even though she wasn't gone that long, I still felt like I missed her. I smiled politely and picked at the small sandwich. "Are they letting me leave tonight?"
"No, you'll be able to leave tomorrow morning. They just want to make sure there's no other complications."
I had to look away from her. If I didn't, I'm sure I'd start blushing. I never fell for any of the others like this. "Tell me about you." I picked off another small piece of the bread to eat it.
"What would you like to know about me?" I could hear it in her voice that she was smiling.
"Anything." I finally looked at her. Yet another mistake. The sight of her smile brought heat to my face. She was making me blush so easily. I can only imagine what she could do to me if she actually tried.
"Well, I already told you I'm 37." She sat on the chair beside the bed. "I was a professional racer from 18 to 30. I was basically pushed out of the racing circuit after my last wreck."
"Why's that?" I stopped eating the sandwich after picking the rest of the ham off of it.
"After my last wreck I needed to have my shoulder and hip replaced." I watched her move her shirt aside. I shivered at the sight of her flawless skin. Then a three inch long scar was revealed near her collar bone. "Had the surgery last year. Had my hip done four years ago. Maybe I'll show you that scar another time." She winked at me.
"I don't know if I want to see it." A smile came to my lips. It only seemed to be real smiles when it came to her.
"Now why don't you tell me a little bit about you. The real you. Not what's been written in the papers."
"I've been playing the violin since I was six. I've had many bad relationships."
"So have I." She cut in, yet I didn't mind. "Including a failed marriage."
"Marriage?"
"Yea. Her and I were married for five years. It finally got to be too much for her to handle. The constant traveling, the danger." She shook her head. It looked like it still bothered her. "We split up after my wreck. She said it was the last straw. We haven't spoken since it was finalized."
"I've had more flings then I can count. Hiroshi's always gotten involved in some way, or things got too serious and I got scared." I laid back on the bed and pulled the blanket over my waist. "And now, I'm too famous to try anything with anybody. It would be all over the news."
"And you aren't ready to let the media know you're gay?"
I shook my head. "I have no problem with it, but Hiroshi is starting to catch on about it. He discourages me against going out with women. It would look bad on me to be with women all the time. So I just don't go out."
She only smiled at me. "Mr. Tenou. I'm sorry to interrupt but visiting hours are over. We need to get Ms. Kaiou ready for bed."
"I'll be back in the morning. I promise." She gently caressed the back of my hand, sending lightning bolt shocks through my arm before leaving the room.
What was it about her that was so different? I barely knew her and yet I'm starting to fall for her. I'm falling hard for her. I wish there was something I could do to stop it. Although...I don't want to stop. I'd love to spend more time with her to see what else we have in common. I'm thinking too much about this. She just looks at me as a friend I'm sure. Why would she look at me any other way.
I heard the tone in her voice when she talked about her ex wife. If she had quit racing sooner, they'd still be together and then I wouldn't stand a chance with her. Hell, I still don't stand a chance with her; who am I trying to fool?
"Alright Michiru, is there anything we can get you before you go to sleep?"
I smiled at the nurse even though it was a sad smile. "I'm fine for the evening." I watched her lock the bathroom door. "What are you doing?"
"All eating disorder patients have their bathroom door locked when they're alone. Just use the nurse call button if you need to use it."
A small sigh left my lungs and I only nodded. I reached for the remote and idly surfed through the channels until I came across an old American black and white movie. I think I only saw about 20 minutes before I fell asleep.