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Morning came knocking at everyone's door with bright sunshine and clear blue skies. It was calming as the clouds passed by in a whimsical way. Children immediately woke up to play outdoors while their parents snuggled underneath the covers. The scene seemed perfect for everybody in the vicinity.
To one patient, however, it was another menial day in the hospital.
A slight breeze roused Harry from his sleep as he looked around with a blurred view and a terrible bed-head. The birds chirped melodiously and a burst of sudden conversation made his surroundings much louder.
He groaned, seeing the optimistic looking scene and covered himself with his blankets. It got too noisy as people started to talk louder outside his door. Boy, he wanted to tell them to take it somewhere else, but the medical staff confined him until further orders by his doctor. He wanted to get out of his bed and take a breather like any other fidgety kid, but they kept telling him there were more tests to complete. Even though he originally felt alright, it was a confusing scuffle for all the adults. He breathed in deeply and flipped on to his back, where he concentrated on the white ceiling and its endless cracks.
It's been so long since the incident and the neighborhood was still in an uproar about it. Most of the neighbors around Privet Drive gossiped to the reporters, telling them about how they obviously knew there was something going on. Some of the residents, like Mrs. Polkiss dramatically wept, and said that she always disagreed with Aunt Petunia's parenting methods. Insulting Dudley's health problems with weight and his retched influence on her own son, the crying mother wanted to take Harry in her arms and act as a loving parental figure.
He snorted, like that was ever going to happen. Harry remembered her mocking glare and pompous attitude towards him. She wanted him to be put away in detention centers with the rest of the delinquents. Mind the public, those delinquents consisted of rebellious, violent teenagers that were older than he was.
For now, he was reluctant to wake up and face the day's challenges, which involved facing the relentless doctors' questions, interrogations from police officers, and countless medical testing from the hospital staff. With nervous interns and far-sighted nurses, Harry was courageous to let them handle the blood work. Besides the lethal instruments of annoyance/death, there were also X-ray scans, MRI's, and other useless stuff.
On the first day, nobody didn't mind the second degree burns since he was obviously involved in the fire. But in his befuddled state of mind, he saw the confused looks from the doctor as police officers relayed the story. From his limited hearing, the officers told them that he was in the center of the blaze. Yet, the medical diagnosis covered that his burns only reached his palms and calves. His clothes weren't tarnished except for the singed ends. Harry was only found unconscious on the scene with black ashes all over his body.
However, the burns were unusual as they couldn't be treated by normal methods. After the first medical diagnosis, the doctors put him under some painkillers while they worked on the burns. He didn't know what happened as he fell asleep after a few minutes. He dreamed of the same pair of charcoal eyes staring at him amusedly. Over that time, Harry kept reaching out for its face. He knew those eyes belonged to Reborn, the man who gave him a motive to live. He needed to know why it was possible for him to create these flames. He realized he may sound obsessed, but the flames were the only good things that came out of his life.
The disappearing act in school was worthless since he received detention from the principal. The wig switch was nothing, but a calling for trouble from Mrs. Collins. His aunt would notice the minuscule touches he made while doing his chores. This sort of magic didn't benefit his life so far. But, the colorful flames - maroon and yellow - gave him something to be curious about. They morphed as a goal to carry out because he and Reborn are the only ones who know of this mysterious discovery.
While he wondered if the flames are just one more thing within his supernatural arsenal, it didn't matter because he wasn't alone anymore.
Despite his new goal, Harry was still trapped in the hospital. By now, his relatives must've dropped his stuff at his orphanage and told the patrons that they paid for his unforgiving ass. Other than that, Harry was under constant supervision by the nurses, who always threatened him with those sharp needles.
He started to count the little cracks on the ceiling while thinking more on the conclusions that the adults made together.
Altogether, they decided he was another case of neglect and wanted to escape by using the fire as a distraction. Even though he failed and created a bigger explosion than what they thought he wanted, he got his wish. Honestly to all the professionals, they didn't want to punish the little kid because they didn't like his relatives either. When the police approached him for questioning, Harry told them about the terrible mistreatment, which included extended hours of chores along with starvation.
Even then he wasn't in any sort of punishment due to the fact his relatives abandoned their property and left the country. Apparently, when the officers checked the house for further evidence, there was nothing: no pictures, clothes, or even Dudley's precious video games. It was as if they swept everything in suitcases and quickly vanished by magic.
Harry snickered in his pillow. It was hilarious as he compared it with magic since his relative hated that word. It was like a curse word, forbidding anyone to even mutter it under their breaths. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon wouldn't explain their hatred of the word and their extreme behavior if he casually mentioned it in a joke.
He understood that this was a major event in his life. It's supposed to be an epiphany, but he guessed that he's used to these things already.
'I guess it was all 'cause of me.' He thought, one green eye supervising the open door, where his nurse came in for the daily check-up. Ms. Rose got hired a few weeks ago and he was her fourth patient for the taking.
"Good morning Harry, how was your sleep?" She asked with a bright smile, adjusting the IV needle in his arm, and started to check off things on her clipboard.
"It was alright; I had a dream about flying motorcycles though." He leaned against the bed post. "Ms. Rose, it was so awesome. I thought I was actually up with the clouds."
She wrote more on her clipboard. "That sounds really cool Harry. I wish I had that dream instead of the one I had. I had to wake up earlier than I'm used to because there was a giant panda trying to eat me. I thought I was going to be panda food and tried to run. But, I was an actual bamboo shoot and got stuck to the ground!"
Harry giggled, his mind imagining the 'nightmare' Ms. Rose dreamt. His nurse was a bit silly; her childish mindset calming to him compared to the other nurses.
In fact, he couldn't relax in the beginning when he woke up a few days ago, his head still reeling the events between the two mysterious people. The bright white lights and the sound of crashes invaded his mind, making Harry unable to comprehend what was going on. He felt scared with the thought that he was going to forget as the footsteps of the old man got closer to his door.
But when he only closed it, Harry relieved a sigh and quickly went back to sleep. Now, it was such a sudden realization for him that he might be all alone; his remaining relatives abandoned him and his only hope of an escape disappeared with that bright flash.
'No,' Harry thought while watching Ms. Rose replaced his bandages with fresh ones. 'The lady just walked away instead of entering through the door. What did that man say? Obliviate?'
"Harry dear, are you alright?" Ms. Rose snapped him from his thoughts as she looked on worriedly. He sheepishly smiled for his lack of attention and continued to watch her tender bandaging quietly.
"Well it's 9 in the morning, do you want to try to walk to the cafeteria?" She finished the wrapping and offered a hand.
"Sure," he took the offer as he got off his bed and dizzily headed towards the door. "Am I going back to my aunt and uncle?"
If it wasn't for the fact that he was trying to gauge her reaction, he would've missed Ms. Rose's little shoulder twitch.
"Oh no Harry, you have to spend a bit more here in the hospital. But, don't you like it here with me around?" She asked as both walked down the bustling hallway of the pediatrics ward. Children were heading towards the cafeteria while making conversation with one another. The toddlers were happily screaming along with their nurses about breakfast while the older kids walked at a more sedate pace.
"Yeah, I guess." He answered and they walked past everyone to eventually reach a set of doors. Opening them, Harry saw several rows of tables where some younger children were eating bowls of cereal or oatmeal. They looked too relaxed in his opinion, more comfortable than him when he was their age.
"Don't worry about them, you can make friends after getting some food in your stomach. For now, let's try to eat some breakfast before we meet people." She gently pushed him to the front of the cafeteria, walking right behind him and saying her greetings to the patients around her. "Hey Harry, you should say good morning to everyone too."
Harry shook his head as he rushed to the group of volunteers who were handing out a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon with apple slices. Muttering his thanks, Harry waited for Ms. Rose to stop talking to a little girl and looked around for a free table.
There were some empty seats, but they were quickly taken by some adults in surgical garb. He shrunk, carrying the plate closer to his chest. He thought the adults ate somewhere else instead of with the kids.
"What's wrong Harry? Having trouble finding a table for us?" Ms. Rose asked with a red tray in her hands. "There's one right near the door! Allons-y!"
She walked ahead, making sure Harry was still behind her. She was definitely worried for the kid since his only relatives couldn't be found in their house. With no reports of ticket purchases or traveling, it seems like the Dursleys disappeared completely. No matter how many times the officers searched the place (with a permit, of course), there was only dust bunnies and the scorches from the fire.
She kept an eye on Harry as they sat down at the same time. The nine-year old acted like an obedient puppy, happy to receive any sort of positive attention from anybody. It made her want to cuddle with him for a while; life wasn't fair for everyone.
"So Harry, do you see anyone that's nice?" She asked right away, hoping that her patient can get out of bed more. Under her supervision, she noticed that Kyle was curiously staring at Harry with a steady gaze. Though she wasn't sure if Harry saw as well, but she was going to help the poor boy.
"Do you see the little boy with curly red hair and green t-shirt?" Ms. Rose asked, pointing a finger at Kyle.
Harry followed that direction and nodded. "Do you want me to talk to him?"
She shook her head. "This isn't about me; it's about you. You should try to see. I met him once and he's absolutely been nice and well-adjusted since his stay here."
"Do you know why he's in here?"
"Now Harry," she reprimanded on his rude behavior, but sighed when she remembered that Harry didn't know anything about basic courtesy. "It's not of my business to tell you. But, if you really want to know, you can ask him when you guys are good buddies."
She waited for her patient to finish breakfast before picking him up to the next table over. There were many kids rushing to sit on one of those few chairs and others simply stood beside the area. Yet, the most interesting part is when Kyle pushed his breakfast to the side, and jumped eagerly in his seat.
"Hi, my name's Harry. What's yours?" Harry asked from his seat on Ms. Rose's shoulder. He dropped to an adjacent seat and waited for a response.
"The name's Kyle. I'm eight years old and I love to eat treacle tarts for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. What about you?"
Kyle offered a handshake and he accepted it with delight. "I'm nine years old and I have no idea what's a treacle tart."
"Gasp, what a shame!" Kyle shook his head. "You need to try the devastatingly delicious pastry that is the treacle tart."
It was ridiculous to Harry how amiable Kyle was. Was this how Harry could have made friends if Dudley wasn't there to tell each person that he was a freak?
His heart is going to burst from his chest with the sudden rise of excitement and happiness.
"Do you want to play outside?" He asked before rapidly shutting his mouth.
'So stupid,' Harry thought of himself; nobody asked the other to do something quickly when they just met. 'Now, he's going to leave me behind.'
Kyle hummed under his breath and answered, "Why not? Let me get other kids to join us and head outside. We'll be waiting for you there!"
Then, he was off like the wind. Putting his trash in one bin and tray on top, Kyle waved a hand before leaving the cafeteria.
Harry continued to stare until Ms. Rose probed his shoulder. "Are you alright Harry? Nothing bad happened?"
"Huh, oh yeah, nothing bad happened at all." Harry smiled with his gleaming white teeth. It was a brilliant day. He could finally understand why everyone was so happy at the start of dawn. He never understood why making new friends was a way to happiness, but he did now.
"Okay, now that we're done, let's head to the physical therapy office." The mood just dropped a million degrees before settling on absolute zero.
"But Ms. Rose, I got to meet up with Kyle now." Widening his eyes in disbelief, Harry complained to the only other person he was comfortable in the entire hospital.
"Shush, it'll only take a few minutes. Tops will be 10 minutes, I promise." Ms. Rose grasped Harry's hand and walked towards the same entrance. Yet, a consecutive sound of footsteps stopped her walk; Harry bumped into her after dropping the whiny stance.
"Good morning Dr. Kawai; how are you?" Ms. Rose asked an approaching doctor, who looked nonchalant in his brown trousers and grey sweater. His tinted glasses covered the ice-cold eyes that surveyed the area before making contact with Harry's emerald ones.
It was like an anime or a cartoon battle. Harry wanted to look away from the awkward staring, but somehow he couldn't. It was an urge to prove something; he had no idea though what he was trying to do though. So he continued to stare, forgetting that him, Ms. Rose, and the doctor were blocking the entrance.
Finally, the man broke away and replied, "Hello Ms. Rose. I'm fine, thank you. Is this your new patient?"
"Ah, yes," Ms. Rose answered with a slight hesitation as she was too busy admiring his stature. "His name's Harry Potter. Harry, say hi to Dr. Kawai."
"... Good morning," said Harry, who shuffled his left shoe for awhile. He turned to Ms. Rose who reverted back to admiring the doctor with starry eyes. "Ms. Rose, may I go to the courtyard? I wanna play with Kyle."
"Sure, go right ahead," his nurse closed the distance between herself and Dr. Kawai.
Harry frowned at the intimate contact and sudden lack of interest on Ms. Rose's part. He shrugged; it wasn't his business and he needed to hurry before Kyle lost interest in him. He didn't want to lose a friend right away. Off he went past the entrance and to the right where a pair of doors opened to the vast courtyard, leaving the two medical professionals in his wake.
"Dr. Kawai, I heard you performed a miraculous case on a bullet victim yesterday night. I wanted to watch your procedure, but Harry took up most of my time with his physical counseling." Ms. Rose brought up some old news, hoping that the gorgeous polite gentleman would understand her friendly gestures.
However, her crush was staring at the flipping doors with interest.
"Um Dr. Kawai," she waved a hand to get his attention. "Are you here on Earth?"
Finally the man focused on her, but he assumed a disturbing look on his face. His gaze seemed to sharpen with malicious intent and his furrowed eyebrows indicated a massive dislike towards her. It only lasted a second before his face shifted to a calm smile.
She shivered. Did she imagine that or was Dr. Kawai someone who she underestimated?
"Now now Rose, no need to go in a rush. My eyes are all on you." He answered with that damn smile and lifted a hand to rest on her head.
She looked up to where the appendage was. "Uh, sorry about that."
He brought her head a bit closer to match gazes. "No need to apologize, it was my fault for not paying attention."
A flash of his brown eyes and she was falling down a narrow tube. She only saw his stare and the glint of his glasses, continuously going down a well that doesn't have a floor.
"Now, Ms. Rose why don't you keep watch on Harry-kun until I tell you to stop?" He asked, tracing a whirled pattern on her cheek, yet the nurse didn't seem to notice the touch.
Instead, she was entranced and only nodded to his question.
"Good, now let's get Harry to play with the other kids? I'll be upstairs to keep an eye. For you, make sure to send any reports on anything about my dear child." Another nod made him smile.
Looking around the rest of the cafeteria, everyone didn't see or mind the weird conversation happening in front. Instead, they were busy talking with one another about their terrible schedule shifts and upcoming surgeries.
"Haha, anyways I have to go dear." He waved a hand and left the room.
'Ah, what should I do?' He looked at his newest patient, who was playing tag with several boys out in the courtyard. He observed from the second floor window, easily pinpointing this Harry Potter since he's the only one brimming with storm flames.
It didn't sound like an interesting case when he found out from the gossip vine. At first, he figured it was a simple delinquent case of arsenal with the kid breaking out into a fever. So, he prescribed some painkillers and a call to his guardians, hoping that this bore would quickly pass.
However, his guardians disappeared off the face of Surrey and now he's left with an unconscious skinny kid on his hospital bed. If anything, he could've just create an illusion and drop the boy with a different set of memories at the orphanage. It wasn't his problem since he had bigger issues to deal with.
As he passed by Potter's room during his midnight rounds (and on Potter's second night), he noticed a bright red flare through the thin crack of the door. He opened it, inwardly sighing that he had to raise his voice that late at night. However, when he saw his ward's scrunched face and a wall of maroon flames surrounding his bedside, a slight trickle of interest repealed his original opinion.
He closed the door behind him and sat on the other twin bed, watching the maroon flames flicker in and out of existence. Though the new nurse closed the windows, the flames swayed by the boy's scrunched up face. New flames covered the dying ones, continuing the cycle for a few minutes before disappearing altogether.
It was black, but he still stayed in Potter's room. In between him standing up to open the windows and him leaving the room with his clipboard, he remembered feeling his cheeks stretched wide and a sharp grin on his usually monotonous face.
"Doctor Hira, come to Room 301. I repeat, Doctor Hira report to Room 301." The speakers blared out, awakening him from his memory.
He sighed, reluctant to tear his gaze away from his newest interest. He pushed his glasses up and walked to the center staircase, where he could hear a little boy going through an epileptic episode in Room 301. Two nurses were attempting to turn him to his side, where the kid was trying to breathe.
'I should just let him die for distracting me.' He thought; nevertheless, he straightened his hair and placed his glasses at a crooked angle. He wrangled his lab coat and coughed a bit.
'So troublesome,' he rushed inside, where he could see the two nurses visibly relax as if he was a superhero or the savior in scrubs. 'I should just kill them all.'
"Thank goodness you're here Dr. Kawai! Kyle's having an allergic reaction to his medication. What should we do? We tried to follow the procedure, but he's not responding." One of the nurses exclaimed, moving away from the bed to let him take care of the problem.
'Oh shut up woman,' he thought before bringing some of his flames near the boy's temple. 'No one wants to hear your annoying voice.'
Small violet flames expanded and covered the boy's head, then going in the ear canal. He focused on strain in his brain and released the tension, while moving the boy's body to his side. Eventually, the kid's seizure stopped and started to breathe at a steady tempo. He removed his hand and turned to face the idiotic nurses.
"It's okay now girls. Kyle just needs some rest." He reassured the women, who left the room with their thanks.
He faced "dear Kyle" with disinterest as the boy woke up with a sleepy gaze. "Hi Kyle, I'm just going to check you one more time for any after effects."
Without the kid's permission, he looked over his body and seeing nothing, he reported, "It looks alright now. Take it easier now. You're not up to Superman's strength, so you need to rest a lot, okay?"
The annoyance nodded in understanding and he left the room, walking down the hallway to his personal hide-out: the roof. It was a perfect place for solitude and to listen to everything that's happening in his kingdom. The rumors, medical reports, and the words that make everyone in the hospital despicable in his mind.
Now, he has a new toy to play around hopefully for him to permanently keep until he becomes bored again.
"This will be going to be fun for a change." He spoke his first words for that day and vanished to the stairway.
"I hope Kyle's okay. He looked fine during the game." One of the many kids interjected in his conversation with a random girl. Harry nodded in agreement; Kyle matched his running pace as they played cops and robbers for an hour or too. After that, they played in the hospital, promising to meet once they finished their appointments with the doctors.
Harry remembered that Kyle suffered occasional seizures and that hindered his ability to continue his other life at London. He hoped that his first buddy would feel better and wished for a nice rest.
Nevertheless, after meeting so many kids without his cousin sneering from the corner of the room, Harry thought he could stay here for awhile. Ms. Rose can act like his pseudo guardian and all the children were his friends. He didn't have to leave for his awful relatives.
Crawling under the covers, he removed his worn glasses, and waited for the nurse to come back. It was a night he would remember for sure. With tomorrow morning coming, Harry couldn't wait to meet Kyle and the other kids again. Instead of playing out in the courtyard, he could try to show them his wonderful gift.
'Can you even do that again?' His thoughts doused his excitement as he looked down at his hands. They were plain children's hands, not developed enough to carry flames in his opinion. But, he needed to at least try. He didn't want his life wasted away, constantly wishing for that shade of maroon to appear once more.
'Come on,' he frowned and blocked out his surroundings. The silence covered the heart monitor's beeping and the machine's humming. It was kind of difficult as this was his first time. No matter, the flames were his first goal.
"Come on, I can do it." Harry grasped his wrist and tensed until his fingers cramped from over-exertion. Heaving several deep breaths, he released everything and laid back down.
It was exhausting to simply create a spark like he did back in the cupboard. What did he do to get that flame?
'Just try it tomorrow. You're tired from everything today.' Ms. Rose's voice echoed in his brain and Harry reluctantly agreed with the voice in his head.
"Today was just too much for me." Harry spoke out loud and burrowed his body under the covers. "Let's just go for tomorrow."
Kyle knew he was drowning. He felt lethargic; his body wouldn't listen to what he wanted despite how desperate he was. He needed to survive from this dark abyss he was trapped in. Yet, his arms and legs were unresponsive. They felt like something heavy bounded them to the ground, where bounds of rope stopped him from swimming to the surface. The atmosphere felt heavy and he struggled to go to a place where he didn't feel like the very air wasn't compressing his chest.
"Hel-p," he whispered in the pitch blackness. His eyes opened, but there was no visible light. No matter how he strained his eyes to see anything that included a faint outline, it was complete darkness. So similar to a black hole, Kaya compared himself to a blind man.
"Hel-p m-e, he-lp me, h-el-p me," he repeated this mantra, hoping one of the nurses would notice his horrible predicament. He tried to speak louder, but his sore throat made it difficult to even whisper his frantic plea.
Then, he heard a small crackle in the back of his conscious. It sounded like a start of a campfire, where the sparks ignited the wood, and created a large roar of fire. Another crackle and his breathing got easier to control. A continuous rhythm of crackles rang through his mind and he could feel his body be relieved of stress.
No more did he try to speak out as he blinked and watch an ever-growing fire brighten up the place. However, what was strange was how violet the flames looked in his eyes. A strange mix of purple and violet swirl in the center as embers floated to beyond the abyss. It was peaceful to just release his stress as the flames came closer to where he was.
'Shouldn't I be worried about this?' He wondered as the flames consumed his body, burning the ropes and his skin at the same time. He administered no pain as the fire quickly burned his body to ashes, yet his mind took its own pace. While he didn't have a physical body, his thoughts continued to speak out in the never-ending abyss.
'I hope I stay like this forever.' Silence was the only ironic sound left in this reality. There was nothing else except for the burning violet flames.
'Finally, I'm with mum.'
Then, the flames withered down to a small ember, and was quickly put out.
Outside, a thin line of those same violet flames traveled from the boy's ear canal to the hospital floor. Slithering out the door and hallways where everybody was too busy sleeping or writing during that late night, it looked for its master.
Passing by strangers and climbing multiple steps, it reached the rooftop where its master laid on the floor. It made its destination as it curled like a snake and sunk in its master's head.
"What a good boy," its master muttered and returned to his habitual routine of watching the night sky.
Visions of Kyle settling down in his mindscape made the doctor smile. He accomplished his job for the day and now he could relax until the daybreak occurred once more, and where his little toy can wake up for a round of games..
"Though I wonder if he can help me as well," his glasses shone with the bright moonlight. "I hope time can go faster. I want to meet my new toys."
By next morning, Ms. Rose found dear Kyle dead in his bed with violet colored burns on his body.
She gasped, wondering what happened to the poor kid. She knew that Dr. Kawai recovered the boy from his seizure, but where did the burns come from? Was he playing with fire just like Harry?
She went to press the call button in order to get additional help when she heard sudden footsteps at the door. The nurse turned around to find Dr. Kawai standing there with his hands in the pockets. She let out a breath that she didn't know she was holding.
"Oh, good morning Dr. Kawai. I didn't hear you coming." She waved a hand in Kyle's direction. "I came to check his vitals and saw this instead."
Yet, the doctor didn't say anything at all, only staring at her with ice-cold grey eyes. He stepped forward, closing the door and shades without any physical contact. Ms. Rose took a step back, bumping against the hospital bed.
"How'd you do that?" She squeaked before going to the opposite side of the bed, creating a barrier between herself and her supposed crush.
"..." Dr. Kawai's outline brightened with a sudden roar of violet flames. It didn't make sense to Ms. Rose, who let out a loud scream of surprise. She looked at the door behind her crush and immediately pushed the bed as a weapon. It pushed the man backwards and allowed her to run to the door. Her heart pounded with adrenaline as she attempted to open the door with her shaking hands.
It wouldn't open and she let out another scream. "HELP ME! ANYBODY OUT THERE, HELP ME!"
"My dear, nobody's going to help you." A dark voice made her shriek in fear as she turned around to find her face inches away from the doctor's. Usually she would be thrilled to find this kind of scene happening in reality, but all she could think of was her life flashing through her eyes.
"Hm, this seems pretty anti-climatic." The doctor laid a hand on her head, just like he did yesterday morning. "I mean, you were in my illusion since yesterday and yet there's no sign of struggling. Sigh, humans are too boring for my taste."
Then, all thought vanished from Ms. Rose's mind as her eyes dulled and her whole posture slumped over. Dr. Kawai inserted a thin line of violet flames to her brain. "I guess with my mist flames, you can be another toy for my amusement."
A dark chuckle awoke the nurse and she looked around to find her crush staring at her worriedly. She blushed, "Good morning, Dr. Kawai; is there something wrong?"
He waved a hand, "Oh no, I was just checking to see if you're alright. You stopped in front of Kyle's room all of a sudden. You kind of scared him."
Ms. Rose looked over his shoulder to find the little boy awake with a mussed bedhead. "Hi Ms. Rose, are you alright?"
"I'm alright, sorry Kyle. I guess I didn't sleep too well last night." She laughed happily and stepped aside to check the child's vital signs. "I'm sorry for bothering you Dr. Kawai. I guess I'm still a rookie when it comes to nursing."
The doctor laughed along as he shook his head, "Don't worry about anything. As long as you're doing your job, then I think you're right for this profession."
She blushed once more and smiled brightly.
"As you were," Dr. Kawai ended the conversation and left the room with an evil smirk, not that nobody would notice.
Author's Note: Uh hey guys :D
Suddenly finding time to finish this chapter and starting the next one is still a surprise to me. I didn't know that school became a big part of my daily life and I'm regretting that I couldn't upload this chapter faster.
But hey, better late than never? Heh.
Anyways, I was VERY surprised when I kept receiving emails about new followers, favorites, and reviews during this year. I thought nobody would read it since I haven't updated for an entire six months. But, thank you to everyone.
Reviews are helpful and love for every follower!
** edited 8/24/2014