Beep. Beep. Beep. The heart monitor squeaked in the silence of the room. A sure sign that she was alive...or dreaming. She ignored the latter. She wasn't the type of person to dream, there was no point if she didn't remember the events that took place. However, sometimes she wondered just what did take place in the back of her consciousness where she barely ever looked. Miyakami listened in unopened eyes to the world around her. Eavesdropping. What a horrible thing to do. She chuckled internally, but continued to listen as footsteps entered the room, multiple steps at that, and the door shut behind them.

"Sensei...how is Fururuka-san? Will she be all right?" She listened as a pair of feet got closer, and the IV wheels screech as they moved. Startled, the physician left the utility in place, and moved away from her with a sigh. He'd been receiving patients with similar injuries as of late, except in a worsened case. Just what was going on out there on the streets of Ikebukuro? He nodded, scratching the back of his head and stared down at his patient. Miyakami could basically feel his gaze roam across the left side of her body.

"Yes...she will be fine. Her face is surprisingly doing well, and has received barely any damage. However, she will have to wear a cast on her arm and leg for a bit. Her bones are quite strong, I even want to examine them one day." Sorry, but I can't let you do that. Miyakami stated silently, before picturing both Mikado and Masaomi grinning at each other, happy for her safety.

"Ara~ Arigatou gozaimasu, sensei!" They both shouted, and Miyakami couldn't help but smile, it had only been one day here in her new home and she'd already made friends. She pushed herself forward on her right arm, leaning up weakly and gestured the two highschoolers over, patting their heads as they neared.

"Ah~ Thank you for your concern Kida-san, Ryugamine-san! Also, when you see Shizuo-san, will you tell him to pay me a visit? Its the least he can do." Paling at her request, they shook their heads, and she frowned at them, disappointment obvious on her expression. She understood that they wanted her to be safe, but she had to at least tell the man she wasn't angry with him. So leaving her judgment to that, she began to make her lip quiver, and tears well up, and immediately they gave in to her will, just as she expected, and soon after left. Sighing contentedly, she stared at the doctor who in turn stared back.

"You owe me." She nodded with a smile.

"I know, may I see the utensils now?"

He stared at his reflection wordless, with nearly a hint of regret for having to live his life like did... Shit, who was he kidding? He hated his anger with a passion that made him...well angry. Shizuo let a defeated sigh escape his lips. He removed the current, newly bought cancer stick and dropped it, not bother to smear the glowing orange out. He lit another and place it firmly between his lips.

His thoughts quickly regressed to the girl he'd so easily attacked, and he'd attacked her over a small gradual weapon. The cigarettes probably would have killed him before she could. Was she even alive at this moment? Shizuo doubted it. She was probably in heaven or hell or darkness or wherever she should be, and deliberately cursing him every step of the way. Unappreciated, his brain brought the image of her expression and body language just before he'd thrown the dumpster. She had had no hint or idea whatsoever that he was in such a state of rage. In fact, he could have sworn that she was congratulating herself for 'saving' his wretched life or at least, attempting to.

Sighing once more, he took as seat on the fountain side. He acted gloomy, his upright position totally gone. His eyes searched through the small isolated masses of people that also found the park a home. Most were smiling, and the few that weren't were basically studying. He let them linger there for a moment, his blue eyes people watching in the distance. Finally, he turned his optics toward the street just to see Masaomi and his friend walking directly toward. Oh. They were... his thoughts trailed, no need to be confirmed. They were there all right. Standing right next to the girl. It's a wonder how they'd managed stay out of his range of fire. Shizuo stood as they neared, watching them carefully. Masaomi, who was obviously uncomfortable speaking to him began.

"I apologize for interrupting your train o-of thought, but Miyakami-san wants to see you." Without another word, the two boys faced him with a quick bow and left as fast as they could. He could have sworn a breeze just swept over his hand. So she wanted to see him? She lived. A tinge of fear coated Shizuo. He wasn't one to face his problems head on, but with more of a "fisty" approach.

He dropped the cigarette from his lips, knowing she wouldn't like it, and blatantly stepped on the item, before walking off. Seeing her was the least he could do...wasn't it?

"Fururuka-san, I think you have a guest." The voice of the nurse drifted through Miyakami's conscience, and she finished the line she was on, before closing and setting the book down with a smile. She'd been sitting in the same chair for twenty minutes, waiting for him to arrive. As the white door slowly creaked wider, she raised her head, not at all shocked to see the figure of a man standing before her.

"Shizuo-san! It's nice to see you again." She gave a genuine smile as he sat down in the chair across from her. They sat in silence for a few moments before he began.

"Look...I'm s—" She smiled once more and shook her head bringing about a confused Heiwajima.

"Would you retrieve that board behind the stretcher?" He followed her instructions and set his eyes upon a board covered in pure white sheets. Confused he turned to her, but furthered on when she nodded her head. He set the mysterious piece before her and she nodded. "Now remove she sheet." He did so.

His eyes widened in shock. Behind the sheet was a beautiful painting. One he'd never seen before, but he couldn't help but compliment. It was him, after all. For moments on end, he stood staring at a 2D reflection of himself. He'd never seen anything like it. The whole work together was an ostentatious art. He couldn't help but crack a bit of a grin. Oh yeah. I'm attractive.

"There is no need for you to apologize, Shizuo-san. You've given me an inspiration." The cracked another smile, and he nearly smiled back. Nearly. Returning his optics to the painting before him, he pondered while tracing over every single line with sharp eyes. He just might have found someone who didn't annoy him.