When she woke, Azusa was lying in a bed in the
nurse's office of her school. She was wearing her
uniform and her hair was tied up as it always was.
The nurse was at her desk, cradling Azusa's guitar.
The woman had long brown hair, wore glasses, a
white lab-coat, and had long slender legs that ended
with high heeled shoes.
She turned when she heard the girl start to move.
"Sawako-sensei?"Azusa asked.
"You know my name? But I don't remember ever
seeing you in here before. I suppose I'm glad that my
students know who I am."
"What happened?"
"You don't remember? Suzuki-san brought you here.
She said you hit your head."
Azusa reached up and felt the bandage on her
forehead. The touch brought the pain back, as if her
body suddenly remembered the fall.
The patient's eyes traveled down the teacher's body
to her guitar.
"Oh, I hope you don't mind me playing it. I wanted to
check to make sure it wasn't damaged and I couldn't
help myself."
"You still play," the girl said, mostly to herself.
"I do when I can. How did you know I used to play?"
"Just a guess. Sensei, I know this is sudden, but
would you like to supervise a new club?"