Azzo looked particularly bored to death with the idea of going back to the doctor’s. All they did was bug him, did this hurt? Does that hurt? Is your breathing okay? Apparently broken or cracked ribs increased chances of pneumonia.

Finally after months of listening to them though he had a chance to be told ‘don’t come back you’re fine.’ Being under doctor’s care for more than a week was driving him batty, why did he even have broken/cracked/half healed ribs in the first place? No one could answer it, save speculation. ‘You tried to escape’, ‘you tried to be a hero’, all of it. No one could come up with a reasonable answer of WHY they’d break ribs in an organ ring without making him sound either dumb or crazy, at least to him.

The boy with the puppy dog styled hair entered the doctor’s office looking as if he’d been fussed over for the 100th time by his grams. Which he probably had, ‘wrap up, don’t catch cold, I don’t want you back in the hospital, it gets lonely here’ all answered with ‘yes grams’ always the same answer. Always the same sour look, he enjoyed that someone in his family cared but whatever happened to his ribs, shouldn’t’ve happened.

He couldn’t help but wish to know why it happened, how it happened. Again no one gave him answers that to him satisfied his hunger for answers. Just like those weird feelings of Youma moving around the city. It was like he could feel almost everyone of them. He was avoiding this for now because of his ribs, until the doctors said they were strong enough to do what he needed. However, Azzo was probably going to be hell bent after today on getting answers.

He wanted his life back in his control. The only way to do that would be to go fetch the answers himself. Unfortunately, the only way he knew how was to track these monsters down. Maybe they held the answer; if not then maybe the senshi could help him. There had to be someone on this earth that would help him.

Azzo sat in the waiting room, he was being stared at by the little kids as they played their games. However, Azzo didn’t notice any of this he was staring off into space, he was watching some spot on the wall, as if he was going to burn a hole into said wall. His thoughts kept cycling, trying to find a way to find answers. Though it seemed likely impossible.

He was called back and when the nurse left, he settled in the doctor’s chair. He didn’t like those exam tables, avoided them as much as possible, the plastic blue chairs in sterile white office weren’t of any comfort either. At least in this chair he could spin around, until the knock on the door came. He stopped hands holding on to the round stool like chair and he looked up at the doctor.

“Can I be released now?” He asked, a begging look crossed in his eyes, had he been better at it he would have probably been giving the doctor that head tilt puppy eyes of doom look. (You know like Blot did.) The same process as every time occurred, including an added poke. Azzo wrinkled his nose before giving a sigh followed with a no that doesn’t hurt.

“You’re clean to go, they seem like they’ve healed nicely.” Said the doctor as Azzo hoped out of his chair happily and thanked the doc before zooming out the door. Making sure not to leave any time for them to change their mind. “HAHAH FREEE AT LAST!” He said as he walked outside and grinned, “Now. The hunt begins.”

He was going to get into trouble.
He knew it.
But who cared?
Not him.

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