I'm tired, and bored. But I saw this lonely story, just waiting to be updated, so I thought, what the heck.
DISCLAIMER: I this is one of the many things that get me down. I don't own anything.
"He couldn't possibly have amnesia too, could he? There weren't any head injuries."
"Well, he could get it from the shock. For now I'm assigning Souma and Hoshina to their room."
"Are you sure? She may not be ready yet."
"Ready or not, they still need her."
"But Souma? It's only been two days since the accident."
"Well, if I'm sending one of them in, then I'm sending the other one in."
"What if he can't handle it?"
"He can, I know it. In fact, now that Patient 120 has amnesia you should know better than anyone what he can and cannot handle."
"Alright Doctor, I'll call them in…"
For the past half hour, Nagihiko had been either staring at his thumb, or staring at Rima. The thumb had stopped twitching at certain intervals and each time, Nagihiko would hold his breath, despite the assurances from the nurse. But every time looked at Rima he couldn't breathe at all. Whether it was the fact that she looked so fragile as the unconscious tears streamed down her cheeks that Nagihiko was afraid that even the slightest sound or movement could break her. Or the guilt in the curiosity that made him wonder, what caused her to break out in tears for him. In fact he was looking at her now, and for so long that it made his heart beat faster and his face turn red, and he wasn't sure it was completely him holding his breath's fault. The heart rate machines increased beeping pulled him out of his trance and he let out a breath, breathing steadily as the machine's beeping slowed but his face still crimson. He sighed.
"Pull yourself together, Nagihiko." He murmured to himself, arching his neck back on his pillow. "You're not a high school boy at the prime of his youth with raging hormones." But the blush stayed.
He glanced at the clock and saw that only two minutes had passed. I could admire her longer if I only remembered to breathe. He chuckled to himself as he thought this.
"Well, well! Enjoying being hospitalized now, are we?" A man with rust-colored hair boomed as he entered the room. And he looked to have a tall figure, and a stocky build, but Nagihiko couldn't confirm it as he was in a wheelchair. "You look horrible, Fujisaki." The man said in a softer tone and smiled at Nagihiko. Nagihiko stared at him.
"…Excuse me sir, do I know you?" He asked hesitantly.
A look of confusion crossed the man's face before he smiled again. "What are you talking about Fujisaki? I'm-"
"You're." Nagihiko heard a female voice hiss from the doorway, "In my way." She finished, kicking the man's wheelchair and walking in the room. She was quite a beauty, her long blonde hair pulled into two pigtails at the bottom of her head.
"Geez, easy on the wheels." The man complained, but the smile never left his face. Nagihiko racked his brain for any clues as to why they would be here, but settled for one scenario that was simple, but unlikely.
"Um, I don't think patients are aloud to intrude on other patients' rooms." Nagihiko told them. They both gave him blank stares. He chuckled nervously, "Unless you're visiting her." Nagihiko jerked his head towards Rima. It made sense if they were visiting Rima. They were both wearing casual work clothes (although the man's tie was slightly crooked and he obviously hadn't combed his hair) and Rima could be the blonde woman's sibling…or something. And the man could know his name asking who Rima's roommate was. They two visitors (Nagihiko concluded) looked at Rima, then back at Nagihiko.
The woman crossed her arms and sighed, glancing at the man. "Actually, we're here for both of you."
Nagihiko stared at them, stunned. He had never met these people, what did they want with him? "Pardon?"
The man rolled his wheelchair so that he was at the end of Nagihiko's bed, staring him straight in the eye. "What she means is, for some crazy reason, Dr. Tsukiyomi decided that Patient 119, you, would be ready for physical therapy two days after his accident. Actually, I'm surprised you're even awake."
"Yeah…"Nagihiko muttered, staring down at his hands. He looked up at the woman, "What about you?"
"Well, it seems from what you're nurse has told me, Patient 120, her," The woman pointed to Rima, "is currently mentally unstable. I'm her psychiatrist." The woman knew it wasn't right to tell one patient another's problems, but he had a right to know, even if neither of them remembered.
"You're a bit loony too, if you're wondering what this has to do with you." The man smiled.
The woman kicked his chair again. "What he means is the Doctor just wants to check to make sure whether you do or don't have amnesia." Nagihiko started.
The man in the wheelchair rolled to Nagihiko's bedside and took his hand. "Dr. Souma, Kukai." He grinned at Nagihiko expectantly.
Nagihiko stared at him before replying, "Nice to make your acquaintance, please take care of me."
Kukai looked at the woman with a knowing look. She looked upset for a moment before writing something on her notepad. She walked and sat by Rima, grabbing a tissue to wipe the fresh tears from her face and turned to stare at Kukai and Nagihiko.
"I'm Dr. Hoshina, Utau." Nagihiko looked at her strangely. That name...He thought. No, it couldn't be.
"Anyway," Kukai cut into their little staring contest, "What's your situation, Fujisaki?"
"The nurse says I have temporary paralysis." He answered calmly.
"Well, what parts of your body can you move?"
"From my neck up, and my thumb twitches but…" Nagihiko sighed. "Excuse my for being rude, but aren't you in a wheelchair?"
Kukai looked at him funny. "Yeah, so?"
Nagihiko sighed again. "Well, it's just that you're a physical therapist but you in a wheelchair and-"
"What the heck am I doing?" Kukai finished for him with a knowing smirk.
"Kind of, yeah." Nagihiko looked down at his arms.
"I studied this and got the job so I can prevent the poor unfortunates from ending up like me."
Nagihiko nodded. "Oh…"
"Hey, chin up, you can move your head can't you? Besides it's just temporary, you have nothing to worry about except time." Kukai gave him such an encouraging smile that Nagihiko if he didn't know better he would have thought Kukai was a coach. "So what part of you was twitching?"
"My thumb."
"Hmm," Kukai stroked his cleanly shaved chin. "It's a start but…"
"Who are you?" A small voice suddenly piped up and demanded. Nagihiko's head snapped toward the voice and blushed; making his machine beat faster again.
"You're insane." Amu told the man standing next to her.
"No I'm not." Ikuto answered easily.
"Yeah, you are." Amu contradicted him, not even glancing in his direction.
"If I were insane I would be a professor, not a doctor."
"Hmph. Well, now Kukai is Nagihiko's physical therapist. What if he kills him?!" Amu shouted at him, a bit ticked off at his laid back attitude.
"Nah, Kukai wouldn't do that."
"He was a middle school coach." Amu seethed.
Ikuto glanced at her. "…Still."
"Oh forget you, I'm going to check up on them, maybe Rima's woken up by now."
"Or we can do what doctors do with their nurses when they're alone…" Ikuto purred in Amu's ear.
She hit him in the head, although her face was a magnificent shade of red. "K-keep being perverted like that and you'll be your own doctor." She threatened as she Ikuto scampered to the nearest corner and squatted down, clutching his head in pain.
"Whoa Fujisaki! Slow down!" Kukai whistled as he watched Nagihiko's heart monitor with the interest of a five-year-old and his favorite cartoon.
"Nagi-nii? Who are these people?" Rima face him with a pout, making his heart beat even faster.
"Any faster and he's gonna break the machine!" Kukai laughed to Utau. She sighed and put both her hands on Rima's shoulders.
"I'm Hoshina Utau, and that's Souma Kukai, we're here to help you." Utau told her calmly, despite the insistent beeping of Nagihiko's machine, his constant stuttering and babbling, and Kukai's raucous laughter. Utau was about to lose it and scream at all of them but someone beat her too it.
"WHAT, IS GOING ON HERE?!" Amu screamed. All heads turned toward her and, aside from the rapid beeping of Nagihiko's machine, an awkward silence filled the room.
Rima, upon recognizing Amu as the nurse from earlier, asked her a question. "Is Mama here?" She looked at Amu desperately. Amu was about to answer when realization dawned Rima's face. "Where am I?!" She grabbed Utau's hand.
The older blonde looked shocked at first but answered her. "Tokyo Central Hospital, wh-"
"Papa! Papa is here, right?" Rima's eyes widened, as did Utau and Kukai and Amu's. "Where is he?! Where is Papa?!" She screamed. Utau pinched Rima's nose suddenly and put a hand over her eyes, forcing them closed.
"Breathe." She commanded the smaller girl. Surprisingly, she immediately obeyed. She slowly returned to a normal breathing pattern. Utau winked at Amu and gave a glance at Kukai, who nodded. Kukai rolled over to Rima's bed as Utau put her hands down. There was a blank look on her face.
"Rima-chan," Kukai used a voice that was meant for small children, "Do you want to go for a walk with Kukai-nii?"
Rima smiled weakly at the offer (but Nagihiko still had to turn away quickly or his machine would go crazy again) and agreed with a small 'okay'.
"Do you wanna sit in the fun wheelchair with me?" Kukai grinned at her. "We can go really fast." Rima's eyes showed a bit of life. She got up (Utau helped her take off the sensors and handed Kukai the IV holder) and sat on Kukai's lap. Now, this looked pretty awkward, but Rima thought she was a child and looked a bit like one. "We have pretty flowers in the garden." Kukai told her.
Rima's eyes glowed with happiness. "I love flowers!" She murmured. "My favorite one was…it was…" Rima stared out into space, her brows furrowed in concentration. A look of despair crossed her eyes as she Kukai stopped in front of the door. "I…I don't remember…" She whispered as a single tear rolled down her cheek.
Nagihiko felt as he was pulled into his innermost thoughts as Rima was about to tell everyone her favorite flower. Before he knew it, a scene was flashing across his mind again.
"My favorite flower is the Ambrosia." Nagihiko said in a monotone. His eyes were glazed over, and he looked like he was a record telling a story. All heads turned to him in surprise, especially Rima's. "Because Mama told me she first met Papa when she saw him looking at her from behind an ambrosia bush. And they had them at her wedding. And Papa gave her one when they stopped fighting." Nagihiko recited. Everyone stared at him. After a few seconds, Nagihiko's head dropped and slowly he raised it again, groaning. Rima looked at Nagihiko with an expression he couldn't read.
"Yeah, my favorite flower is the ambrosia..." Rima muttered, her face suddenly dawning realization. Kukai gave her head a rub, which also looked quite strange.
"Let's go see them then" He grinned at her. As her rolled out of the room he shouted in his cheerful voice, "Oi! Scalpel-boy, give us a push will ya?"
A man with dark green hair and a bespectacled face walked over to them and sighed. "I told you not to call me that, Souma-san." He scolded the older man, but gave them a push, nonetheless. Nagihiko hear Rima's giggling disappear down the hall. He looked at the remainders in the room. Amu whispered something in Utau's ear and the latter nodded. Amu walked towards the door as Utau sat in the chair beside Nagihiko .
Amu stopped before exiting. "Hoshina-san is going to ask you a few questions concerning your…peculiar memories. Is that okay, Fujisaki-san?"
Nagihiko looked at her, there had been something bothering him.
"Fujisaki-san?"
"Why wouldn't you let Mashiro-san see her father?" He asked.
Utau gave a worried glance in Amu's direction. A look of remorse crossed the nurse's face.
"Well, Fujisaki-san…Mashiro-san's father is…he's…" Amu didn't know if she could bring herself to finish.
But she didn't have to. Nagihiko's eyes glazed over again and his face turned expressionless. He sounded like he was reciting something again. "Papa is…Papa is…Papa is…dead."
Nagihiko blacked out.
I have such a great plot for this, but sadly, I know nothing about amnesia and paralysis. Wikipedia isn't helping :P If anyone knows a bit about these two conditions please tell me. I want to get things right, or I might offend somebody, I think.
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