Takumi yelling OOC? or would he actually considering the situation? Let me know in the reviews!

Chapter 19: In Big Trouble

"Misaki! Misaki!" voices called.

Misaki stirred and slowly opened her eyes. Sakura and Ruri were looking down at her. Both looked terrified. Sakura was clinging onto Ruri like her life depended on it.

"Where am I...?" Misaki asked, feeling slightly confused.

"You're at the hospital," Sakura explained. "You fainted on the stairs and fell down the rest of them at work."

Misaki thought hard back to her memories. Her manager was a jerk. He kept adding more and more work to her pile as he was slacking off. Misaki remembered feeling so overwhelmed as he yelled at her from the top of the stairs.

"What's wrong with me?" Misaki asked.

"You'll be fine," Ruri reassured her. "The doctor said you need rest and healthy food. You were lucky, Misaki. You walked away with only a few bruises. You could have gotten a concussion or cracked ribs-"

"Ruri," Sakura shushed. "We should let Misaki rest."

Misaki nodded. She felt so tired. Her eyes drooped as she dozed off again.

"Where is she?!" demanded a frantic voice.

Misaki jerked awake. She could hear the yelling down the hall and it was very angry yelling.

"Calm down," came a muffled voice.

Misaki sat up and looked at the door.

"Where. Is. My. Wife?!"

The door swung open and Takumi rushed in. Kuuga and Tora were trying to reason with him but Takumi wasn't having any of it. His eye search the room until they landed on her. Misaki noticed the wrinkled button down shirt he was wearing. Takumi looked like a mess- then again she probably didn't look much better.

"Takumi," Misaki said, attempting to get off the bed.

Takumi ran over and guided her back to sitting up.

"Are you okay?!" he demanded. "What happened?!"

Misaki blinked a few times. "I thought you were in England," she said. How did he find out first of all? And second of all, how did he get here so fast?

"That Julian boy called Tora, who then called me and I took a private jet back-"

"What about work...?" Misaki asked.

Takumi pressed the back of her hand to his cheek. "How could I possibly work if I knew you were in the hospital? I dropped everything I was doing and rushed back."

"It's nothing serious," Misaki reassured him. "It's just a few bruises."

"How did you fall down the stairs?" Takumi asked.

Uh oh...

"I tripped," Misaki lied. "It was an accident."

"Did you hit your head?" Takumi asked. "They said you came in unconscious. Does anywhere hurt? How do you feel? Do you remember what happened?"

Misaki swallowed. "I...I..."

"Mr. Walker," the doctor said. She walked over to check on Misaki.

"Oh, Doctor," Takumi said, getting up. "Is she okay? Anything serious?"

"There's nothing serious," she reassured everyone. "A few days of rest should fix everything."

"Did she get a concussion?" Takumi asked. "She might have hit her head on the stairs…"

"Nope," Doctor replied. "The fall was barely serious. No need for alarm. Mrs. Walker walked away with a few minor bruises, however, she did faint because of a lack of food in her system and just not enough rest. Have you been busy this past week?" the doctor asked Misaki.

Misaki practically shrunk away from Takumi's look. He was going to kill her...

"A little..." she said, in a small voice.

The doctor nodded. "It's important not to skip meals and crucial to get enough sleep at night. Your blood sugar was pretty low when you got here. The IV boosted it up though."

Misaki nodded, wishing the floor would just open up and swallow her.

The doctor flipped through a few pages. "I just need some signatures and Mrs. Walker should be all set to go home."

The Doctor took out the IV and unhooked the monitors. She gave a respectful nod and left.

Kuuga walked back into the room with phone in hand. "I got the story," he said. "Misaki's manager is known to be a lazy pig. Did he throw all his work on you?" he asked.

Misaki looked from face to face and let out a defeated sigh. "Yeah..." Misaki admitted.

Kuuga shook his head. "Takumi, you should threaten to sue the firm if he isn't fired."

"Oh, believe me," Takumi said, coldly. "This isn't just going to go by..."

"Serves him right," Ruri said. "Look how exhausted Misaki looks!"

"Ruri..." Misaki hissed.

Ruri looked at Takumi and stopped talking. She just crossed her arms and shook her head.

"I guess we should get going," Kuuga said.

"But Misa-" Sakura began saying.

Kuuga shook his head and gently tugged on her arm. He leaned in and whispered something. Sakura seemed to understand.

"Bye Misaki," Sakura said. "Get well soon!"

"Make sure to relax," Ruri added.

The two couples left leaving Misaki alone with Takumi. She didn't even dare make eye contact with him. She knew he was staring at her though.

Takumi didn't say anything. He left to go fill out some papers while Misaki got came back and gently lifted her up into his arms. He still didn't say anything still. Misaki almost wished he would yell at her. Takumi silently carried Misaki out of the building and to a taxi. Misaki looked out the window on the ride home. Takumi looked straight ahead with an unreadable face.

The taxi pulled up to their driveway. Takumi got out and then went around to help Misaki out. Usually, Misaki hated being fussed over but she didn't dare say anything. She let Takumi carry her inside and set her on the couch. Misaki could tell he was mad. He shoved his suitcase into a corner and paced around.

"Takumi...?" Misaki said in a small voice.

"There's something wrong with me!" Takumi said angrily. "I need a cat scan because there is something screwed up with my brain. What was I thinking?! I actually thought letting you work was a good idea!"

Misaki studied her hands.

"This is like college all over again. You don't know how to take care of yourself! I am begging you to show your body some mercy! It needs food... It needs rest... Why is that so hard for you?!" he yelled.

Misaki bit her bottom lip. "I'm sorry," she choked out. Tears stung her eyes and Misaki quickly rubbed them away.

Takumi sighed and took a seat beside her. He placed a hand on her knee.

"Do you know how scared I was when Tora called?" Takumi asked. "He said you had fallen down a flight of stairs and was currently in the hospital. I couldn't even ask for details. I just hung up, threw everything in a suitcase and called a private jet."

Misaki placed her hand over his. "I didn't mean for it to be like this way," she offered.

Takumi pulled her into a hug. "Seeing you in the hospital reminded me of that day in college. I swore to myself this wouldn't happen ever again but it did... It happened again… I don't even know what to say"

"I still want this job," Misaki said.

"No," Takumi said. "We had a deal, you overworked yourself. This job discussion is done."

"It wasn't my fault!" Misaki exclaimed. "Kuuga even said it was my manager's fault. Did you know that all the lawyers before me quit because he always overworked them! He was suppose to help me- not make me fail in front of everyone!"

"Misaki…" Takumi said. "People are really selfish. Its all about your personal gain- no one else matters."

"I won't let it happen again!" Misaki told him. "Let me try one more time!"

"I can't..." Takumi said. "I can't bear seeing you in the hospital again-"

"I just forgot to eat breakfast!" Misaki said, a tear escaped her eye. "Oh, please Takumi." She looked at him with pleading eyes.

"Misaki, don't do this," Takumi warned. "I'm going to fight you on this and only this. You can do anything you want but please don't hurt yourself."

"Takumi!" Misaki exclaimed. "That's so unfair!"

"It's unfair to your health," Takumi argued. "You ate like nothing in the fridge."

Misaki didn't know what to say. She screwed up big time...

"Come on, you should go lay down in bed," Takumi said.

Misaki huddled into the corner of the couch with her arms crossed.

"Misaki..." Takumi's tone was no nonsense. "Don't be difficult," he warned.

"You hate me!"

Takumi let out a long breath. "I do not," he said, calmly.

"Ruri and Sakura both have jobs! I'll be completely alone! I'll suffer from depression!" Misaki announced.

"You can work under me if you'd like," Takumi compromised.

"No," Misaki snapped. "You wouldn't even let me do real work."

"That's because it always ends with you in the hospital because of over exhaustion. This conversation is done." He turned to walk away.

"Takumi Walker!" Misaki screamed. "Don't you dare walk away from me!"

Takumi turned. "What is it?"

Misaki grabbed a pillow off a chair and threw it at him. Even with the tiny exertion of force, Misaki was panting. She felt the need to support herself on the chair.

"Misaki!" Takumi said, his voice softening.

"I don't need your help..." Misaki gasped, trying to get up on her own, with little success.

Takumi forced her to her feet and hugged her tightly. Misaki tried to push him away but didn't have the strength to resist.

"This is why this all happened," Takumi said. "You wouldn't take any help from me... Why can't you just let me help you?! I love you, Misaki!"

Misaki squirmed out of his hold. "I don't want your help..." she said, covering her face. Her shoulders tensed up as she burst out in tears.

Takumi hated seeing Misaki cry. Misaki almost never cried and this was breaking his heart. He was determined to stay angry at her for not taking care of herself but as soon as Misaki started crying, he couldn't even remember what they were fighting about.

"Shh..." he soothed, gently taking her hands of her face and wiping her tears. "I'm sorry I yelled," he said. "I shouldn't be angry at you... All you have to do is get better, then we'll talk."

Misaki heard the gentleness in his voice and just cried harder. Takumi hugged her closely. Misaki felt light headed again and felt her knees buckle. Takumi immediately swept her off her feet.

"You need to rest," he said, carrying her upstairs.

He gently set Misaki down on the bed and handed her the tissue box.

"Do you want a change of clothes?" he asked, gently.

Misaki nodded. After changing into a t-shirt and shorts, Takumi made Misaki go to sleep. Misaki sniffled a little, still feeling upset but Takumi's rhythmic stroking of her hair made her so sleepy. Misaki stubbornly tried to keep her eyes open.

"Stop fighting it," Takumi whispered. "Just go to sleep…"

Misaki woke up from a very long nap feeling much better. She rubbed her eyes and looked at the clock beside her. She had slept from last evening to this morning.

"At least I caught up on my sleep," Misaki thought dryly.

Takumi most likely left for work already considering the fact it was 10 am... Misaki slowly got out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom to brush her teeth.

The reflection in the mirror made Misaki cringe. She quickly tried to make herself look more human- and not like a zombie. Hair and teeth brushed, face washed, Misaki felt slightly better. She hung her towel on the rack and walked out of the bedroom.

Misaki ran into someone and screamed.

"Calm down," Takumi said, juggling a tray in his hands. "I'm not going to kill you..."

Misaki let out a breath of relief... It was only Takumi...

"Why aren't you at work...?" she asked, still bewildered. She thought she ran into some random stranger in her house... Misaki wasn't even thinking straight anymore. It was rather embarrassing.

"Because my dear wife is in poor health," Takumi said, holding up the tray of food. "I suggest that dear wife to go lie down," he added.

Misaki sat on the bed as Takumi set the tray down on a table.

"Is it okay that you left England?" Misaki asked.

"Beats me..."

"Takumi!"

"I'll worry about that later. You need to get better first," Takumi said, placing his hand on her forehead. "Your fever has gone down," he observed. "It was pretty bad last night."

Misaki recalled the hazy memories of Takumi taking care of her. The cool towels on her forehead and holding her close when she had chills made the fever barely noticeable. Misaki didn't like to admit it but being taken care of was actually a really nice feeling.

Misaki looked up at Takumi with her large amber eyes.

"What?" Takumi asked.

"I'm sorry..." Misaki said.

"Shh..." Takumi said, placing a finger on her lips. "Didn't I say that we'll worry about it later?"

Misaki nodded and Takumi fluffed out the pillows for her to lean against.

"So class time for Misa Chan," Takumi said, sitting on the bed with the tray. "This is breakfast," he said, gesturing to all the food. "Usually, we start with a glass of milk," he explained, handing Misaki the glass.

Misaki sighed and took it from him. Takumi was really going to let her have it this time.

"Then we have cinnamon toast, Misa Chan's favorite, fruit salad, oatmeal, and some pills from the doctor-"

"I have to eat all that?!" Misaki demanded.

"Yes," Takumi said. "Better get a start on it."

"Takumi..." Misaki said, giving Takumi her best doe eyed look.

"Don't even try that," Takumi warned. "Your beauty will not bend me this time around..."

Misaki let out a defeated breath and nibbled on her cinnamon toast.

"This is actually a recommended breakfast for someone recovering from over exhaustion," Takumi told her. "After starving yourself for a week, your body needs some serious carbs."

"I did not starve myself!" Misaki argued. "I just forgot to eat..." she muttered.

"Yes," Takumi agreed. "Which is why I'm here to make sure you never forget again."

"I'm not a kid!" Misaki replied.

Takumi gave her a look and Misaki had to look away. Her know it all husband was right again... Misaki had nothing she could defend herself with. She really did screw up this time... Takumi was very stubborn. If he could sit outside her dorm room for a week, he will have no trouble making her quit this job...

There was a sadness knowing that her short lived career had come to an end. Misaki was clinging onto the one hope that Takumi would still let her work. Takumi always understood her best. She knew he'd come around eventually. She knew deep down he was doing it out of love but she needed him to trust her too…

Misaki finished her breakfast and went to take a shower. After cleaning herself up properly, Misaki felt like her normal self again.

Misaki sprawled out on her bed and surprisingly fell asleep. The room grew dimmer and Misaki guessed that Takumi had closed the blinds. A soft kiss was planted on her temple and the bedroom door opened and then closed.

"Hello?"

"Hello, this is Takumi Walker," Takumi said into the phone. "I need a case to be investigated…"

"Name?"

"Fre Goodman."

If this Fre Goodman wasn't the reason for Misaki's poor health, Takumi would not say a word against him but if he was the reason… he was going to be sorry.