Lithium
Chapter 3
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…The sound of the doctor's voice moved through his mind, and he helped this Tsuyahra woman up, by placing her arm over his shoulder and hoisting her up, following the doctor into a room.
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They both twisted around three hallways before finally reaching the bright room. Degree's and medical PH D's hung from the bare walls. Jade eyes glanced around, seeing the bed with the paper-covering on it. The pink leather-like bed seemed odd to have in a hospital. Though, he was used to seeing the stretchers and people being rushed into the ER, while he was there for a 'check-up' even though he didn't need it, and was fine.
Lowering the female down onto the paper, she adjusted herself slightly, glaring at the rather young male doctor that was turned around, putting on the white rubber gloves. Letting them slap against his skin, curling his fingers into his palm and back out, stretching his fingers before turning around and smiling lightly.
His brown hair seemed to be off with him, it was a mullet though - and very out of date. Hazel eyes showed a little bit too much happiness to see this woman in front of him. Honestly, to Gaara, this doctor seemed way to young and too cocky. He was scrawny as hell!
"So…" His voice broke through the silence like a hot knife through butter. His voice seemed to be ragged, hadn't been used in a while. "…Why are you here, 'Yahra-chan? I thought I wouldn't have you in at all this month. You were going good!" The male smiled, then laughed lightly at the glare he was receiving. "Though, I don't see why you came here anyways. You wont be able to get anything done. Not even an X-ray to see if that jaw of yours is broken."
Tsuyahra sighed lightly, closing her eyes, moving to get off the small bed, before being stopped by the other males voice; eyes traveling over towards him. His eyes seemed to be closed, arms crossed over his chest as if he wasn't interested at all.
"Get the tests done. I'll pay for it."
Tsuyahra was going to say something, but remembered she couldn't move her mouth unless she wanted to be in pain. She was a pussy when it came to pain - she hated it, though she didn't want to see so damned weak that she already made herself.
"Okay then. May I ask who you are then, Sir?"
Gaara stayed silent for a moment, letting his black-rimmed eyes open slowly, pupil-less eyes once again adjusting to the bright white room. The question as to who he was… not that he really cared, but you'd expect with all the praise he'd get from work, from every other person in the business; how could he not know? Though, it had only been a couple of months since Gaara had gotten his job - it'd take a while before it got around who he was. Moving his lips, he only said two words..
"Sabaku Gaara."
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The checkup went fine, her heart beat was fine, lungs; clear. Though, she had no idea why he was checking up on her; so she thought it was something to deal with his job and having to do so. She had eyed this Gaara a couple of times, looking over him; before long, she noticed she had been staring and pulled her eyes away. It was true, he was very good looking, apparently very rich and that was it.
He looked as if he was going to kill her; that was true. She felt very hesitant around him, but she didn't fear him. She only feared one person in this world and he wasn't around this area anymore. She could still remember the feel of his calloused, hard hands pressing against her body. Feel his lips smashing against hers, trying to take her away from herself. The feel of his hard body against hers before suddenly coming into contact with the hard dry-wall and punches to the face.
Yes, she was abused when she was younger. She - at first - was abused by her own father, but it didn't last long. Well, she was 12 went it started and it stopped when she was 17 -to her, it wasn't long - her father dying due to a heart attack. She could remember the way he looked when he loomed over her for that final time. Eyes wild and wide, hand in the air made into a fist. The whole thing, within her mind and her very own eyes seemed to go slow motion.
The dark, tanned fist cascaded down towards her face in a movement that started at the 'top' and swung around like you were going to hit a baseball for a homerun. She could see the veins in his wrist turn bright blue as it neared her face, waiting for the hit as she sat staring at the man she called Father. All devotion, all love, and honesty was broken in a single movement; a single sound.
He choked. On what? She had no idea, but it was something that stopped what he was about to do. Both of his hands moved over his heart, body started to shake. She had no clue on what was going on. Sure, she had wished for him to die before he hit her - but she never though it would have come true in all the years this had been going on. Tears seemed to brim his eyes, pain filling his whole body, collapsing onto his knee's in front of her. Silently grabbing out to her, as if he wanted her to stop the pain that was hurting him.
She cried, grabbing onto his arm tightly. She didn't want him to die! He was the only family she had left in her life; even though he abused her, he was still her father. He died in her arms, and that was the ending of her abuse… Not until it started a couple of years later with her ex-boyfriend.
She never really hated her life. Sure she thought about committing suicide, but that wouldn't have gotten her anywhere's. What would she do if she was dead? She couldn't watch her next door neighbor's kids when she had only a little bit of time off from her work. She was jolted back from her little reverie, feeling someone's skin come into contact with her bruise, which caused her to jolt her head back and raise her hand to cover that spot, glaring lightly at the one who had hurt her more.
"Gomen. But, I need to see if it is broken. Alright? This will hur-- Actually. Gaara, can you hold her for me, please?" The Doctor, she had come to known as Tai looked towards Gaara - who reluctantly stood up and walked behind Tsuyahra - hands being placed on her shoulders tightly so she wouldn't move around much.
Tsuyahra took in a deep breath through her nose, closing her eyes, nodding her head slightly so that Tai could do what it was he needed to do. Feeling the tip of his fingers press against her jaw, she took in a sharp intake of breath, and he kept pressing harder. Tsuyahra wanted to hit him; but she wasn't one to do that. She wanted to scream, or cry. But tears wouldn't come. She could feel Gaara's hands tighten on her shoulders, holding her more tightly against the bed-chair thing.
Three excruciating minutes later, Tai finally pulled away from her, Tsuyahra relaxing and breathing in and out through her nose. Tai smiled lightly at her, patting her head as if she was a child - which to Tai she was. He was about 4 years older than Tsuyahra, making him 25.
"Okay! It's not broken, but fractured. So no need to get X-rays or CAT scans. Which is good, and it doesn't charge you. Now, Listen to me carefully, because you need to do these so it'll heal faster." He glared harshly at Tsuyahra, nodding her head, she shrugged her shoulders so Gaara would let go, and only stand behind her.
"Alright, follow these steps, Tsuyahra… ()Apply ice to your jaw for fifteen to twenty minutes each hour for the first one to two days. Put the ice in a plastic bag and place a towel between the bag of ice and your skin. After the first one to two days, you may put heat on the injury to help ease the pain. Use a warm heating pad (set on low), whirlpool bath, or warm, moist towels for fifteen to twenty minutes every hour for forty-eight hours. Do not push on your jaw or allow anything else to push on it. Sleep on your back. Do not exercise so hard that you must pant for breath. And. You can take over-the-counter medicines to ease the pain. Always take medications exactly as directed." He sounded so… Professional, it made Tsuyahra giggle lightly. Smiling lightly, he nodded to her, indicating she could leave. Jumping off the bed turned to leave, only to have Tai's voice stop her.
"And, Yahra-chan. Get some sleep. Close your shop down for about a week. You need to rest. If you don't you'll get sick, and may end up here with me for more than an hour. You wouldn't want that, now would you?"
She shuddered at the thought of being in the hospital, with Tai for more than an hour. It happened once, and she wasn't going to do it again. That day was the most scariest thing she had ever gone through in her entire life.
"Oh! And don't talk unless you can freely move your jaw. You can do that in a couple of day. Ciao, Yahra-chan!"
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Gaara stood at the front desk, signing out the papers required before turning around and facing Tsuyahra. She gave an odd smile, a good one for someone who could barely move their jaw. Her pink lips slowly formed into a straight, thin line; as if she was angry. He watched as she folded a piece of paper and handed it to it, raising her right hand, she waved to him and ran out of the hospital. Doors opening just before she came into contact with the metal.
He would have walked her home, but then again he would have been acting way to generous, and Gaara was not generous in the least. Looking at his watch, he sighed to himself, seeing it was already 10:56. There was no point in going to the bar, which meant that he was going to be stuck with a ranting hormone-filled tramp at work tomorrow.
That would be fun…
Not.
Exiting the hospital, he turned to the left heading back towards his office; again receiving the looks from the hookers, and sometimes the males - which caused Gaara to get pissed off. Exiting out of that part of the city, he walked towards his car; which wasn't much… He didn't buy it, but his brother, Kankuro did. All it was, was just an escalade. To Gaara, that wasn't much.
Pulling out his keys from his pocket, separate keys hit against each other, causing a jingling type of sound before placing one key into the door and unlocking it. Pulling the handle, he stepped inside and slammed the door shut; lazily putting his seatbelt over his shoulder to make it look as if he had it on, when he didn't. Putting the key into the ignition and turning it, letting the engine rumble for a moment, before pulling the key back lightly and letting go of it. Placing his right hand onto the stick shift, putting it into reverse and driving out of his small parking spot, before putting the car into drive, and driving out of the office lot.
His mind went over what had happened all today. First, work was a bitch, he talked to the executives and had a proposition made for him… which he didn't really pay all that much attention to, so he dismissed it. Talked to his brother, talked with the tramp, and left work, while on his way meeting a woman that was thrown behind garbage cans. Then he decided that it should be 'nice' to at least help the woman, so he did and brought her to the hospital.
He sighed lightly, hating the feeling that was emerging once again at the bottom of his stomach. The feeling that made him want to throw up. He hated the feeling. The only time he needed to feel what was going on right now, was when he had been drinking to much to even remember what happened on a night. The only time.
His home wasn't all to far away, maybe about a 7 minute drive. Pulling into the driveway, he parked the car, grabbing the key and opening the door, slamming it shut behind him as he stood up. Locking the doors, he walked on the small little pathway of cement and walked to the large dark door, unlocking it and walking in. Letting his fingers roam over the buttons for the security lock.
Taking his jacket off and throwing it into the living room, he walked up the stairs and into his bedroom. He was glad he didn't live with his family, and that he lived alone. Even though this house was huge; like a mansion. Eyes looked around the black room. The only things in it were a TV - which was large, almost taking up half the wall, he still didn't know why it was that big. He didn't like it… made him feel too.. important.
His bed was nothing more than a king sized bed with black and red sheets, about 6 pillows, a desk right beside it and a computer on the other side of the room, papers scattered acrossed it like it was just thrown there. Walking over to his bed, he sat down, hearing a crumple noise, remembering he had that piece of paper that Tsuyahra had given him. He had forgotten he put it in his back pocket.
Sighing lightly, he pulled it out, opening it and read over what it said…
'Gaara-san, thank you so much for today. You don't really seem like the person to randomly help people who emerge from behind garbage cans, then collapse; but anyways, really, thank you. You're probably the only one who had brought me to the hospital when something happened to me. This'll probably be the last time I see you - so… again. Thank you for what you did. You're in my debt.'
Tsuyahra Yakuchi
A small smirk crossed his lips. She was right. He wasn't the one to just help. She could read him, or it was just plain obvious - which to a lot of people it was. This Tsuyahra Yakuchi girl interested him… Maybe he'd see her one last time…
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R i d 3 r: Yanno what, writing this made my back hurt. So be thankful I did it anyways! I'm so tired.. Damn school anyways..
() That was actually from some site I looked up on Google… Yeh.. O.o
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