Time spent in a hospital waiting room always seemed to trickle by slowly, but it was worse when you were sure the person you were waiting on was dead. Kagome had called home from the front desk, cursing herself for being the only female in Japan who never owned a cell phone. She'd just never spent enough time at home to play for it. If she knew that it would work in the feudal era, she would have spent the money on a family plan for everyone in her group. It would certainly save time. Kagome's mother had asked if she wanted her to come down, to which her daughter assured her that the three would be fine here together. None-the-less, about fifteen minutes later, Souta showed up with his box of playing cards.

So, now the four sat playing Magic the Gathering—Miroku and Inuyasha had never played before, but both had picked up on it fairly quickly when Souta taught them. They had shamelessly pulled up two end tables to use as playing space and any time a hospital staff member passed by they received odd looks or laughs. Kagome had won two games, Miroku one, but Souta was the expert and he had built all the decks himself. Kagome had to hold back laughing at Inuyasha. The hanyou had chosen Souta's weakest deck, the one he was working on now, and he hadn't beaten any of them once. He was always the first to fall. It was making him grouchy so Kagome switched decks with him before their current game.

"Ha!" The silver-haired boy threw down an instant preventing all combat damage for this turn. His grin was smug.

Kagome sighed as she reached across the table to his land cards and tapped two for him. His cheeks grew slightly red and he mumbled a small thank you under his breath.

Souta smirked at the older male and countered the spell.

Inuyasha's eyes flew open wide and he threw his hand of cards up into the air. "That's it. I'm done with this game."

Miroku covered his mouth with the back of his hand, but held back his comments.

"Suck at white just as much as I sucked at the red." He grimaced, rubbed his fingers over his eyes in irritation, and then began to pick up the spilled cards.

That was when Miroku did burst out in laughter, unable to control himself.

A small growl was heard from below the table where a hanyou was hunched over. Souta laughed as he gave himself more life from the combat damage on Inuyasha.

"Lifelink rocks. I'm going to need another dice."

Kagome sighed as she dug into the small box, handing her brother one of his counters.

That was when the doctor came out into the waiting room. Although the four had seen a few doctors come out and give news to a few patient's families and it really could have been news for the older man in the corner of the room, the four knew this was for them. Kagome thought it must have been a sixth sense one received while in the waiting room.

The doctor was a bleach blond Japanese man with spiky hair and purple scrubs—one of the ER doctors with the late shift. He looked fairly young, and Kagome figured that must be why he had the sucky shift and why he didn't feel it necessary to present himself as an adult. He'd briefly spoken with them before, but now his energy seemed a little drained for how early it was into the night. He stood in front of them and clasped his hands together.

"Ah thank you for your pacience, all of you. I wanted to get out here earlier to give you and update, but I simply couldn't get away." He shifted and glanced at the white hair as Inuyasha popped up from below the table. "Uh, well yes. So Your friend is stable and she has been moved to the ICU but she is comatose."

Kagome gasped. Miroku looked from the doctor to her and turned back to the man. "What does that mean, Sir?"

The doctor blinked and shifted nervously again. "Uh, well it means she is unconscious and unresponsive. It's like she is asleep and can't wake up."

Kagome interjected. "Do you know how long the state will last?"

He shook his head. "We don't. Most people with this type of head trauma either come out of it in a few days or they die on impact. There is a small possibility that she'll be in a long term coma, though it is unlikely."

The dark haired young woman looked to her three companions. "Well…the prognosis is most likely good then. Right?" She looked back to the blond.

He nodded. "Most likely."

Miroku felt himself lower his head to watch his hands intensely.

"Now, she had no family here with her or close friends?"

The girl shook her head. "Not that we know of. We've only known her for a short while ourselves."

The doctor nodded. "We'll her insurance checked out, so she'll be fully covered while here, so that's good since she has no one."

Miroku drew his brows together and lingered on that last part. She has no one…

"I'd like to be put down as her emergency contact while she's here." Kagome found a rough hand covering her clenched one that belonged to Inuyasha, followed quickly by her brother's. She looked at them and smiled.

"Alright." The blond said. "I'll have someone bring you the paperwork." He was about to leave but stopped and turned back to the small group with cards scattered over two end tables. "You know, it's odd."

"What?" The girl looked back to him with questioning eyes.

"Well," He scratched the back of his head, "she had no contacts in her phone other than ICE."

Souta spoke up. "What's ICE?"

"It's what the Americans do to indicate emergency contact. In Case of Emergency. The police and rescue officials look though the phone contacts and find that, they know who to call. Usually its parents, spouses, or close friends. We called Ms. Dorian's ICE contact and her own voice mail answered."

Kagome looked horrified. "She only had that number in her phone?"

"Well, no she had a few numbers for take-out restaurants, and one for work, but it's too late to call there tonight."

The girl looked to her boyfriend (at least that's what the blond doctor assumed he was) and squeezed the hands in hers. "Sue has nobody."

Miroku felt sick.