Hannah's POV

I sat there staring out at the endless garden. It was what day three, maybe it was day five or four? I just sat there, slumped against the pole, not doing anything. A women came and took away my untouched breakfast and replaced it with a lunch we both knew I wouldn't eat. I just sat there, having too much mental pain to do really anything. They had taken me away from everything: my family, my friends, my school, my pets, my home, America, Callie, everything. My parents had been left to believe that I was dead due to suicide. I apparently had drowned myself in a river and my body had been washed out to sea and was unable to be recovered. In reality white hair and I got on a fight on the bridge, he took my guitar and when I tried to get it back and he knocked me out and threw the guitar into the river. While I was unconscious he and Hatori had brought me here, to the Sohma Main House, and I had to wait to talk to someone named Akito. Apparently he was sick when I was brought here, and I had to wait until he was better before I could see him. I hope that he doesn't get better soon, 'cause I'm not in the mood to see anyone. A knock on the door drew me out of my numb state a little bit. How long had it been since the women brought me lunch? Minutes? An hour? Hours? Was it the next day?

"Hannah-san," a familiar voice called. It was slightly colder than most, must be Hatori.

"I don't think she'll respond," an over cheerful voice called. "I have been trying to talk to her since she got here." He was right, it was that blond kid that had introduced himself to me how many times? He always just came and tried to get me to talk, but I didn't want to, he couldn't help anyway.

"Maybe you should go Momiji."

"But Hatori, I wanna hear her talk! I wanna, I wanna, I wanna!"

"Fine," the cold voice agreed. I heard footsteps approach me and someone came into my vision. It was Hatori, he tried to talk to me, or get any reaction from me, but he didn't I stared blankly looking at the garden behind him. "Is this really what she's been like?"

"Ja! She hasn't even eaten anything. I even tried feeding her! The only thing she does is go to the bathroom and drink a little water when it's late at night and no one's around."

"How do you know?"

"I was getting a snack one night and I saw her."

The man in front of me stayed there for a moment thinking, and I concluded that he was really creepy. "Hannah-san, if you don't start responding to something soon I'll be forced to give you medical treatment. Do you understand?" I stayed as I was. "Momiji, go get my bag from my office," he commanded with what seemed to be exhaustion in his voice. I heard someone move out of the room. The Hatori man hit my cheek lightly a few times, as if to wake me up. He also pulled my ear lobe, flicked my nose, and clapped his hands in front of my face before someone came into the room. "Hannah, this is your last warning." When I didn't respond the man made his way out of my line of vision. He talked to the happy voice again before coming back into my vision with a syringe. He took my arm tenderly and looked up at me, as if he was hoping that I would respond before injecting me with some liquid. It was a short time before my body submitted to the drug and I was put into a dreamless sleep. I didn't hate being like this. But I didn't like it by any stretch of the means. When I woke up I was laying in the bed that I had woken up in when I came here.

"You're awake," the overly cheerful voice cheered.

I sat up and looked for the source of the voice. It was a strawberry blond kid with brown eyes; the one that had come to see me a lot in some form of a blue uniform. Now he was wearing shorts and an orange cape thing.

"How are you feeling? Hatori told me to go get him if you woke up and you weren't feeling well."

I looked at him again, who was this kid? I cautiously asked him, "Who are you?"

"I'm Sohma Momiji, oh, but you're from America. That's means that I'm Momiji Sohma to you, right? Did I get that right? I'm the rabbit. You turn into a bunny, just like me!"

I changed? I looked down to see myself in a different yukata, this one was green and pink. I looked back at the boy who was standing happily by my bedside. "Aren't you afraid? I change into a rabbit."

"I'm not afraid because I can do that too! You changed right after you fell asleep, and you changed back a little while after. Hatori made me close my eyes when you changed back, I don't worry because I didn't see anything."

I looked down at my lap and found an IV attached to my hand. I followed the tube up to see a clear bag of liquid. I started to pull on the tube, lightly at first but then a lot harder. Momiji told me to stop. He yelled at me that I couldn't do that because I was sick and if I didn't keep it there I would get a lot more sick and then I could die. As he explained this idea to me tears welled up in his eyes and I regretted the decision. I looked down at my lap in shame. I heard something slide, but I didn't look up.

"Momiji, why are you yelling," a harsh and angry voice asked. A happy voice retold what had just happened in the last few minutes. As Momiji explained I felt someone, or something, watching me. I basically froze in place. When Momiji was done someone came close and fiddled with something, I assumed that it was the bag of clear liquid because the tube by the IV moved a little. Then the same person looked at the IV in my hand.

"Hannah-san, look at me."

I looked up to see Hatori standing by my bedside in a white lab coat and a stethoscope around his neck. Hatori was a doctor? Hopefully not a kid's doctor since he was creepy. For a moment I imagined small children running away from him and it sort of lightened the mood in my mind. Momiji wasn't by my bedside anymore; he stood a little farther away.

Hatori was the first to speak up, "You've decided to cooperate?"

"Well not cooperating got me this far," I retorted unhappily.

"Alright then," Hatori responded.

Momiji clapped happily and exclaimed, "Yeah! Hannah-san is going to cooperate and get better!"

I had looked back down at my lap for a moment, and when I looked back up Momiji had taken a spot next to Hatori by my bedside. He took my hand in his happily while telling me that he would keep me company while I got better. Hatori told Momiji to go make me some soup, it would make me feel better quickly, and so Momiji happily kissed me on my cheek and reassured me that he would be back soon before running off. Something cold was placed on my chest and I yelped in surprise. Hatori had a stethoscope under the yukata to check my heart beat. He told me to take a deep breath and I listened figuring that we might as know if I was dying.

"I'm sorry about Momiji he can be helpful sometimes and a nuisance other times. He doesn't mean any harm."

We continued in silence and he moved the stethoscope to my back. When he was done with that he went to his bag and pulled out a thermometer. He put it in my mouth and I started to worry about breaking the glass with my teeth. The thermometer it's self was cold against my lips and warmed up in my mouth, it was different than we had back at home and I continued to be worried about breaking the glass as Hatori checked my pulse. When he was done checking my pulse Hatori helped me lay down while we waited for the thermometer. As Hatori pulled the glass thermometer out of my mouth Momiji came back with the soup that he had run off to get. My temperature was apparently 39˚C, which apparently was a fever. I couldn't remember what the conversion was between Celsius and Fahrenheit so I didn't know what my temperature was in Fahrenheit. I was commanded to stay resting and lying down until Hatori said that I was better. I could get up but it was only if someone was there to help me. I could easily tell that they wanted me to get better quickly and there was no reason for me not to get better. Before Hatori left he never told me what the strange liquid I was attached to was, but no one seemed to worry about it.

Momijj decided to feed me as I lay down. He hopped up onto the side of the bed and sat next to me. When I asked him why he was going to feed me he said that I needed to save my energy and that was his reasoning. The soup was familiar to me, but in a way it wasn't. I just couldn't place where I had tasted it before, but then when he said that it was leek soup I realized where I had tasted it before. My father had always made me leek soup when I was sick and he had to stay home with me. I teared up when I remembered this, it was an ugly reminder that I would never see my father again and we wouldn't have any of the laughs that we had shared in previous years. Momiji seemed to know or understand and gave me a helpful smile. He started to ask me questions about the trip my class was taking to get my mind off of having to leave my family. What site had I seen while I was with my school? What did I still want to see? What was my favorite color? My favorite song? When the soup was gone Momiji set it down on the desk on the other side of the room. Although it was getting cold out he promised to take me around the main house and show me around so that I knew where I was going. He also wanted to take me shopping; knowing that I pry wanted something more comfortable than a yukata to wear. He tucked me in like a child before he left. And even then he stopped in the doorway and asked me one last question.

"Hannah-san, do you miss your guitar?"

I smiled at remembering the times where I would happily play music and make others. "Yeah," I answered softly. "I really do miss it."

Momiji came over and kissed my hair, his cheerful attitude seemed to have disappeared. For a second before his normal attitude came back and a smile graced his face. "You get some sleep. You'll get better in no time!" With that he gave me one last smile and left the room with a skip to his step.

I looked up at the bag of liquid. I wanted to pull at it and tear It so that the liquid wasn't going into me, but as I reached up I remembered Momiji's sad face. I brought my hand back down and thought about it. I hated medicine, whenever I was given any medicine I would change into a rabbit. I considered it again, it would be so easy, but I remembered Momiji's sad face and I turned my back to the bag. As I fell back asleep one last question danced through my mind, why did I care about Momiji so much?

Kay, so this chapter is dedicated to my mom since it's mother's day. She always helps me get better when I'm sick, so this is perfect for her. LOVE YOU MAMA!

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