Kakashi POV
it'ssnowingoutsiderightnow
Owww…
Shooting a glare at the evil robot-lady (who's not at all attractive, by the way),
I attempt my level best at getting away. Anyone who insists that nurses are
creatures of compassion and mercy has obviously never been in a hospital.
Demons, I tell you!
This particular demon is apparently fascinated with legs. Moving them, at least.
In directions that no leg should ever be moved. For hours.
Of course, some of this could be retribution; I sorta kinda might've groped her
just a little…What? She was begging for it, bending over right in front of me like
that. Damn teasing leg-obsessed demon.
There's another one, too, that's obsessed with arms. But she isn't nearly as
sadistic as the leg-demon. This one's special. And, fortunately (finally!) she
looks like she's leaving.
Now there's nothing left to look forward to but dull tedium. Damn.
It wasn't so bad in the beginning. There were a lot of people who came all the
time, particularly the amusing brown one and the bi-polar pink one. They were
both a refreshing break from the nurses, and stopped some of them (particularly
the leg-demon) from hurting me too much. Sometimes they even brought really
good food!
There were others who came, to be sure; just not as regularly. But over time,
even the brown man and pink girl gradually stopped coming. Now they'll come
maybe once every two weeks or so (I can't ask how much time has passed, so
this is a guess), and other people don't come at all.
Not that I'm lonely.
Or complaining.
It's just…so boring! They could've at least left me with a puzzle or something.
I'm not so damaged that I can't think. And I know that they consider me to be
damaged, even though I can't understand what it is they're saying to me. It's
in their eyes, their postures.
I can't stand it. I might not have words, but that doesn't mean that I don't have a
brain.
Although, lately, it's been getting a bit better. I can recognize my name when they
say it, now. Kakashi. That's who I am. The weird sounds that make it are all mine.
I've tried to say it, when I'm alone. Sounds come out of me, but they don't sound
anything like the sounds of my name.
That doesn't stop me from trying, though. Not by a long shot. Because, you see…
If I can speak something, if I can make them understand that I'm in here…
Maybe they'll come back.
it'sapril,daysawayfromEaster
Awyr here. It's been a while since I've written anything (the muses deserted me!).
This is a bit of a time skip (about 5 months). I decided that trying to write the
in-between would be boring and frustrating.
As always, review!