A/N:
I know that we write this fic under romance and drama genre and it seem the 3 chapter still around angst. sorry. but, don't worry, the situation will improve after this. please, write the review.
"My life is useless anyway, but you have given it a meaning"
- Shuura Zh. Meyer
Chapter 3 – Pitiful
"Hey..wake up." A smooth voice reached her ears. She feels weak. Trying to open her eyes, she had to blink few times before the blur disappeared. Looking around, she sees white ceiling with bright light. "Urrggghhhh..too b-bright."
"Nurse, dimmed the light a little." With the order, she now could comfortably open her eyes. She could see her doctor standing beside her in blue scrub clothes.
"Where am I?" she asked.
"You're in emergency room."
"W..why?..I was just sleeping.."
"Sleeping, ne…You have another attack before. So we brought you here in case we have to perform emergency open defibrillation surgery." The smooth voice informed her.
"Attack..?" she had confused look now.
"Kuga-sensei. You had died the second time. Welcome back from underworld. You like underworld so much, do you?" the doctor now chuckle.
"urrghh..quit the joke." She tried to raise her hand but it's a futile attempt. It felt heavy.
The doctor sigh. "Kuga-sensei. I'm sorry to inform you, I haven't found the cause yet. From the diagnosis, all I see is you are fine in every way. There is nothing wrong with your heart. I also check your MRI and found nothing there. I have to ask you a few questions later"
The doctor now focused on her nurse. "Bring her back to her room."
…
"Now, where were we?" the doctor began. "Ara, yes. I have to ask a few question regarding your lifestyle, diet, activity and etc..etc..etc.. let see.." the doctor raise a form in her hand. "First I need to ask you of your family medical history." The doctor takes her sit near the bed before she continues "Do any of your families has any heart disease or other diseases?"
"I..I don't know."
"Ehh?"
"I…" she stops for a moment and taking her time. "I don't know my father side… but my mother side doesn't have any disease…I think."
"You think..?" the doctor asked again.
"My parent divorce before I was born. I never met my father. And from the legal paper that my mom fills for my school, she had written no disease."
"O..kay. Are you drinking?...smoking? and your family, anyone smoke? "
"No. I don't drink and smoke. The last time I meet my mother she don't drink much and don't smoke."
"Last time..?"
"My mother doesn't live with me."
"How about your friends? Housemates? Urmm..boyfriend? Or someone near you? Do they smoke?" the doctor ask without averting her gaze from the form.
A minutes pass in silence and she didn't answer the question.
"Kuga-sensei?"
"…..what?"
"Hmmm..do anyone near you smoking?"
Closing her eyes, she answering the question with the real fact of her life. "I don't have anyone." That manages to stop the doctor in the middle of her scribble.
"Friends? Colleagues?"
"I live alone. I spend my working hour alone. I don't socialize much. So I don't have friends."
The doctor now looks directly at her.
"Don't pity me." She tried to ignore that look. Finding the strength she had been holding on. "Please continue"
"…"
"Doctor."
"Do you exercise?"
"Yes. I exercise according to schedule. I practice karate-do."
"and your schedule?"
"In my organizer. You can call my office to get it." She then gives her office number, her address and other related information. The doctor continues with her questionaires and writes all the needed information to narrowing down the possibilities that could help her.
"Kuga-sensei. Do you have anyone we would like to contact in case of emergency?"
Again, she gritted her teeth and clutches her hand hard. Seeking the strength. "N.." she gulping down the lump. "No…one.". One lone tear succeed to slide down from her left eye. She hates to admit it. The pain in her heart. The lonely feeling she's tried to ignore. She close her eyes. Inhaling deeply. She could feel the doctor thumb smoothly wiping away her tear.
"I will take care of you. Trust me. Kuga-sensei." There is sympathy in her doctor's tone. She really hates to receive sympathy from people. She doesn't want any sympathy. Much more a pity.
Opening her eyes again, she was greeted with a peculiar red color orbs and she wonder, maybe this is the shinigami that would take her away from this world. If it is, she would be glad to end her suffering now. Take my life now. It is useless anyway and I have given up the hope to continue on living.