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 Posted: Thu May 15, 2008 4:23 pm
 Attempting to disappear into the blank white wall behind her Miho buried her nose deeper into her book. This day had just gone from bad to worse. She'd arrived home a couple minutes late from lessons, only to face and inquisition from her mother. If that wasn't bad enough, in the middle of her mother's scolding her mother had simply collapsed.
"That scolding really had no particular purpose anyway" Miho muttered under her breath.
After much screeching and fluttering about by the maids an ambulance had finally been summoned and her mother had been rush to the hospital. She still wasn't sure why she'd been dragged along, as, other than answering a few question about allergies and what had happened, she'd just been in the way.
She sighed softly and turned a page in her book, the doctors had diagnosed her mother with a severe case of alcohol poisoning and had hooked her up to several machines.
The whole time the doctors had been giving her strange looks, she could just guess what they had been thinking. 'Heartless girl.', 'Doesn't even care about her mother'. She'd left the room to escape their critical gazes, only to find that a lone teenage girl in a hospital waiting room got just as many strange looks.
The old woman in the chair across from hers shot her the same worried glance that she'd been sending her way for the last half hour. Any minute now she was going to come over here and try to start a conversation, Miho could just feel it.
Flipping another page in her book she tried again to disappear into the wall behind her.
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2008 6:38 pm
 He was so out of there. This was ridiculous -he didn't need to be pampered over something as small as falling down. Granted, it was falling down when he wasn't even walking, but instead when he had tried to avoid a face he knew. He'd told his parents time and time again that he didn't need someone following him around. He was big enough to take care of himself, and it wasn't as though he still needed an escort or a bodyguard to go anywhere. So much for that. They'd obviously told at least one of the staff to follow him to make sure he stayed out of trouble.
He should have known better. Not 'should have known better than to run', but more 'should have known better than to get himself worked up that much'. He could have kept his little secret hidden for at least a while longer if he'd just managed to calm down, but no, he couldn't even do that. So he'd collapsed in the middle of the sidewalk, obviously, followed closely by the bodyguard. Then... What happened next? It was mostly a blur, and what he could make sense of ultimately led him to think he'd been carried here in a half-awake state.
The man must have been desperate to bring him to a hospital, of all places, not even to the family physician. He'd woken up in the bed, greeted by an unfamiliar doctor under whose orders he was supposed to stay in bed, get some sleep, and rest until they were certain of what had caused it. After hours of waiting, he could no longer even try to sleep and had given up. He already knew it wasn't anything serious, as there probably would have been something else other than just blacking out.
And so he found himself there, trying to act as inconspicuous as he could. He'd changed out of his hospital robe-thing, and into that of someone in a nearby room who had traded clothes with him. He looked completely normal walking through the hospital with sunglasses on even though it was neither bright outside nor was he even outside at all.
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"Ah! Where did he go?" The rather worked up man in the suit said.
"Calm down, he's probably just gone to go to the bathroom." This time, it was a doctor, calm and patient.
"He's been gone for twenty minutes already, and I checked!"
"Then maybe he's gone to get something to eat out of a vending machine."
"...I'm calling him."
"He's got nothing life-threatening. However, it's highly likely that he'll pass out again if he gets to excited, so make sure to tell him to keep himself calm."
"...I'm so fired."
The man in the suit walked off, calling and searching at the same time.
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Katsuo saw the man approach before he felt the vibration in his pocket. He quickly ducking into the hospital waiting room to avoid being seen, and sitting down in the nearest chair. He looked to his side to see the first familiar face he'd seen all day. "Miho-san? Is that you?" He peeked out from under the sunglasses to check.
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2008 10:10 pm
Sticking her nose deeper into her book Miho attempted to will the old lady to stay in her seat over there and not come over and attempt to hold a 'comforting' conversation with her. That was the last thing she needed, and it would by no means be comforting.
Why it was that people, old ladies in particular, felt the need to hold conversations with people who obviously did not want to talk to them was beyond her comprehension. Even walking down the street, trying her best not to be noticed people would stop her to ask directions. There were any number of people who would be happy to give directions to them, but no they had to stop and ask her.
She frowned and flipped another page in her book. She wasn't quite sure why her brain had gotten off on that tangent. Miho sighed, maybe it was the complete and utter boredom that she was currently sinking into. That tended to happen when she was reading a book for the third time in a row. She had finished it the first time several hours ago, only to find that without a book in front of her face more people seemed to come up to talk to her, so she started again, and again.
What she would really like was to get out of this place, but none of the servants had come in the ambulance, and she hadn't had time to grab her phone or money, the purse she wore over her shoulder had only held her book and sketchpad. With no phone and no money she couldn't call for a ride or hail a taxi and so she was stuck here until word reached her father and he showed up.
Her back ached from maintaining her posture in the chair but years of training forced her to keep it perfect.
The sound of her name snapped Miho out of her daze and she glanced up. "Hmm?" She blinked "Oh. Arata-kun. I'm sorry I didn't see you there." Normally she'd be dismayed for a classmate to see her here, but she was at the point that she just wanted out of this place. There were too many people, and she hated the smell of hospitals.
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 6:37 pm
Katsuo looked across the room to see that the only other occupant of the room was an elderly woman. It would probabl be safe. If she hadn't recognized him already, she probably wouldn't figure out who he was if he stayed for a few more minutes. At least until it was safe to walk out and go home. Which could take a while, but not nearly as long as it would have taken had he stayed in that bland hospital room.
So he was stuck here for a while. At least someone he knew was in there, too. But why? She wasn't sick or injured; not that he could see anyway. Which meant that someone she knew was there. He hoped that it wasn't someone he knew, or that their stay was for a too serious reason.
Should he ask, or was it best not to pry? ...His curiosity got the best of him, as usual. "Miho-san, if you don't mind me asking, why are you here?" This could lead to her asking him the same thing, but if she did want to know, he could just tell her the truth. Not the whole truth, as he didn't really know it all, himself. Just enough to appease whatever standards his story was supposed to.
Maybe, if he was lucky, the old woman wouldn't be too curious about the dealings of the two teenagers to question them about their lives.
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