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 Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 8:17 pm
"We didn't have that illusion sweetheart, you're a pro maniac in driving over the limit. Do you remember, your father used to tell you all the time that you'd make a wonderful racer. But then he pointed out you were better in both drag and drift...whatever that means." the mother said as he looked inside her purse, taking out her lipstick and putting some on; anything to stop herself from rambling on stupid stuff.
Yondaime only smiled at that, he remembered his father used to tell him that, especially since they watched all the Fast and Furious movies one after the other. "Yeah..." the blonde smiled a bit as they finally arrived to the hospital where he parked the red mazda and then went over to open the door for both Peter and his mother.
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2007 9:02 am
Peter walked in looking a little nervous. He had never liked hospital because all the times he had been in one had been unpleasant but he tried to remain calm to reassure Yondaime.
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2007 2:27 pm
"Yes, can we have the room for my husband, Ken Ichirou?" the mother asked as soon as they got to the main desk.
"Yeah, wait a minute. It's 256, the intensive care unit on the second floor." the nurse said and the rest of them just nodded.
Yondaime walked ahead, going towards the elavator, he wished his father was going to be alright. The boy took a deep braeth once they entered teh room and saw his father laying in the bed, his eyes closed; he only seemed to be sleeping.
"You okay dad?" he smiled softly, the father opened his eyes and greated his family with a big smile.
"Hey."
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2007 6:06 pm
Peter took Yondaime hand and squeezed it a little. "Hello there Mr. Ichirou are you feeling better?" he asked with a smile.
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 10:36 am
"Oh my, I feel so old when someone calls me Mr. Ichirou...Ken will be fine Peter." the blonde male smiled as he looked over at his wife that was already crying. "Oh, kitty, please, don't cry honey...I'll be fine; docs said I only have to stay here because they are scared I'd get an other heart attack. But then my heart rate is normal, I eat right all the time. The only thing that is wrong is that I am stuck in this bed away from my family."
"What was the cause of the first heart attack, dad?" Yondaime asked, thankful that Peter was holding his hand at the moment even if he was trying his best not to break down and cry.
The father shrugged. "Ah...They said something about stress. I was thinking too much about my job.I'm working with the Darlings and they never make you rest...that's all though, Yon."
Yondaime smiled and nodded his head. "I hope that you get better."
((XD My posts are so huge! You can controle someone if you want... >>))
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 10:52 am
Peter smiled and nodded. "Alright thank you Ken." he said softly. He listened to the other talk and continued to hold on to Yondaime's hand. "If you need anything..anything at all...you can just ask ok?" he said he had directed that both at Ken and at Yondaime.
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 11:19 am
Yondaime smiled, he was at least happy that his father was back to his normal self. And then he was happy that Petter was there for him as well.
"Ah, just having you there ghuys is all I need. You too honey." he said to his wiofe, he knew she didn't like to be concidered part of the guy group.
"I love you too." she said, and sat down on the bed.
"There, you can go eat something Yon." She handed him money. "I need some little alone time with your after." The male only chuckled in bed as Yondaime's mother winked.
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 11:21 am
Peter smiled and blushed a little before pulling Yondaime with him. "Lets go get some food...hopefully they will have some good food here." he said softly. He expected the food to be terrible he had eaten Hospital food before.
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 11:32 am
Yondaime looked at Peter and smiled. "Actrually, no the food is really horrible. How about going to the restaurant up front?" he questioned, with his free hadn the blue eyed boy rubbed the back of his head, somewhat embarrassed.
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 11:36 am
Peter smiled and laughed. "Ok then..we can go there." he said happily. He wondered whether he should let go of the other boy's hand but if he wanted him to let go he would say something or pull away.
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 11:44 am
It was only when Yondaime opened the door for Peter that he removed his hands from the other's grip. Once they got out of the hospital ad into the restaurant, Yondamie smiled softly and mentioned towards a table. "What would you like to eat?" he was going to pay, since his mother had gave them money and it had been Nikai the last to pay for something.
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 11:49 am
Peter gazed at the menu thinking for a moment. "Just a roast beef sandwich with tomatoes cheese and lettuce for me." he finally stated.
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 12:07 pm
Yondaiem smiled and nodded his head. soon the waiter came and he ordered up for the both of them; he had took a chef salade after all. He wasn't that hungry but that would still feel him up somewhat.
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2007 12:16 pm
Peter gazed over into the others blue eyes smiling. He just sat there staring for a few minutes before looking away. "Yondaime..we should really..go somewhere today or something I mean Ken probably doesn't want us standing around here and being gloomy ya know?" he said thoughtfully.
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 6:31 am
Yondaime looked up from his meal that he had been poking at with his fork ever since he had it on the table in front of him. "Oh..." he looked back down at his food, placing his head to rest on one arm as he leaned it on the table. "Sure..." he understood; but then he couldn't help but feel bad for his dad, even if Peter had an excellent point. "What would you like to do?"
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