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Hatori's eyes fluttered open and he looked over to see another man. He blinked slightly. "Oh...Thank you...." He spoke quietly. "My name's Hatori." He smiled weakly and held out his hand. He stood up, still extending his hand, and found his legs were wobbly...a sign of exhaustion, he quickly noted, diagnosing himself.

Hatori was confused at the kindness shown by this man, but he sat down on the couch gratefully. "Fangirls?" He asked weakly, running his fingers through his medium-length black hair. Hatori's stomach growled angrilly, as if protesting to whatever his current life-style entailed. He stood up weakly, then decided it wasn't worth it, and plopped back down onto the couch, closing his eyes. At this moment, he really didn't care that there was some stranger in his house. He was just too damn tired.

Hatori opened his eyes weakly. "Mm...I haven't eaten anything decent in three days..." He whispered softly. "One of my clients had me waiting on him hand and foo--" A pager on his belt began to go off. He sat up weakly and looked at it, then sighed. He stood up and grabbed his keys and tried to make it to the door, his eyes half-way open.

Hatori looked over at him and the motion caused his head to swim. He blanched and his body began to fall...he felt weightless, almost as if he was floating in water. Darkness began to envelope him and all he knew was the cool breath of unconsciousness.

Hatori woke up after a while and sat up. He walked to his kitchen completely forgetting about his pager, and read the note. He looked up at the microwave, saw the food, and, in a few short minutes, was full. Hatori then sighed, figuring he should thank the man from earlier, and left his room. It was easy to tell which one was Akira's, what with the open door and the cigarette smoke. He walked in, brushing his medium-length hair out of his blue eyes. "Hello? You know, smoking causes lung cancer..." He said, his voice quiet but stern.

Hatori walked over to him and bowed low in a traditional japanese sign of respect and thanks. "I thank you for taking care of me while I--" Hatori's eyes widened. "O NO!!" He rushed out of the room, practically tripping over himself in his haste. He ran into his room and grabbed his pager: 17 missed. Hatori fell to his knees. "s**t!" He yelled and grabbed the nearest phone, dialing frantically. He was white as a ghost.

"Daijobu, Akira-san..." He said, hoping that the client would pick up. When there was silence, however, he slowly hung up the phone. He bowed his head, closing his eyes. "Figures..." His pager suddenly beeped again. He looked down at it and was relieved to see that it was someone else. He picked up the phone and dialed. "Yes? Hichikawa-san? You...You need me at the hospital..? Now...? Well...no, there's no problem...I'm just not feeling so well...."