It had only been two days since Kaoruko was admitted into the hospital under the name Tamiya Lotus by the keyboardist of Bad Luck. Though, Kaoruko tried not to think about that. It was hard though, considering the little brat was always there. All Kaoruko wanted to do was curl up and get a good night's sleep. But no, this wasn't possible. Not only did Suguru keep interrupting that sleep, but she had to constantly worry about the wig that she had to keep plastered to her head.
Kaoruko needed a break. On the morning of her second day, Suguru came as usual. She faked another coughing fit (which ended up turning into a real one), and got Suguru to leave. Taking a gulp of water that felt like acid going down her throat, Kaoruko pulled herself out of bed. She felt a curious draft by her back side. Craning her neck, she saw, well, everything. Her back side was completely exposed except for the strings that kept the gowns together. She glared at those strings. Cheap bastards.
Sighing heavily, Kaoruko slipped on the jacket that Suguru had brought her. It didn't do much, as she was much taller than him. Growling, she threw it off and grabbed her own jacket, which gratefully covered the exposed parts. Kaoruko padded out the door, staying near the wall just in case she got weak or anything. It felt like a normal cold now, why couldn't she go home?
The linoleum floor was like ice on her feet, but with her almost constant fever, that felt simply wonderful. Kaoruko resisted the urge to walk with her face pressed against the cold walls, for she didn't want to attract attention to herself. To alleviate her boredom, she just explored the hospital, looking in on different patients rooms.
Kaoruko stopped at one particular room. Staring inside, she blinked at the broken form on the bed. Turning her head, she read the face plate that said "Aizawa Tachi". Turning back to Tachi, Kaoruko was flooded with emotions that slammed into her head. Anger, fear, curiosity, worry. She was just about as angry at whoever caused Tachi to be in so much pain as she was at the bastard who'd stolen her umbrella and gotten her into this mess.
Slowly, she pulled off the wig that she'd been wearing the entire time she was in the hospital. She wasn't that close to her room, so no one should that mattered should notice Kaoruko's now blue-black hair. Needing something to do besides go back to that dreaded room, she decided to help Tachi. He seemed to need it, as he was attempting to get to his food plate.
"Want some help?" Kaoruko asked quietly, her voice still slightly hoarse from all the coughing she'd done. Suddenly, she was afraid of how Tachi would react to her barging into his room like this. Gulping, and keeping that fear inside where it belonged, she stayed near the doorway, ready to leave if needed.
Tachi jumped, and knocked the tray right off of the table sitting next to his bed. French toast splattered on the linoleum, creating magnificent splashes of syrup, and his orange juice bounced in its Tupperware-like container, landing on its aluminum foil top on the tile. Staring at the mess, the ex-singer flopped back on his pillows, and looked up at his visitor with an annoyed expression on his face.
"No, not anymore." His tone of voice was belligerent, arrogant, even. His black mess of hair tickled his nose, and he blew it out of the way. Finally focusing on the woman through his hair, his eyebrows raised a tad. After a few long moments, Tachi seemed to come out of his thoughts, raking his healthy fingers back through his bangs once again in an attempt to shake them out of his eyes. "Why in the hell are you here?"
Kaoruko jumped when the tray fell. This made her feel slightly guilty at him losing his breakfast. Kaoruko half expected the reaction he gave her when she entered. She kept her voice quiet when she spoke, for it still hurt to do so. "I caught pneumonia," she replied, and tried to make her voice sound smug, but it came out deep and sickly.
"Let me get you another tray," she said, and without another word, she left and got another tray full of food. Setting it down on the table, she rolled it towards him and sat in the chair next to the bed. "What happened to you?"
Tachi poked at the french toast with a straw. Looking up at her, his eyes fell upon her briefly before he averted them. "Car accident." He answers her simply, not bothering to give her details. Brown eyes focusing back on her, he peers at her through his black, mussed bangs, his lips formed into a light pout of annoyance.
Kaoruko watched him as he poked at his food. He seemed different since she'd last seen him. Tohma had probably gotten to him too. She sighed inwardly. Kaoruko had wanted to talk to Tachi for awhile now, but right now her brain couldn't focus on much. The fever kept her from seeing everything clearly. Her world was coated by jelly.
Before she could speak, though, she was overcome by coughing, turning away from Tachi as she did so. The coughing always made her weak, and she thanked god she was sitting down, or she would have fallen. She finally was able to supress the coughs, but her voice was now very soft and hoarse. "I'm sorry," was all she could get out, as now it hurt to talk. For once Kaoruko wasn't focused on getting information; she just wanted someone to talk to who didn't annoy her as Suguru did.
Kaoruko leaned over, cutting a piece of French toast off. Stabbing it with a fork, she offered it to him. Whether he decided to let her feed it to him or he took the fork, it didn't matter to Kaoruko. Her hand trembled visibly, though she tried to hide it.
Giving a choice glare to the fork, he took it with his left hand, the other in a sling and a cast. He nibbled on the bread while looking at her, before he gingerly pried the slice from the prongs, half hanging from his lips as he pulls it into his mouth.
Staring at her as she gagged her way into a coughing fit, a look of mild concern flits across his gaze. Snagging the kleenex box from his side, he offered it to her.
"I'm fine. How in the hell did you catch pneumonia?" Tachi prods at his orange juice container after putting the fork down, pushing it over to the edge of the tray and picking up the straw. Stabbing the aluminum foil top with the straw, he leans forward, sipping at the liquid briefly before falling back on the pillows. Snagging the cup, he stuck the straw into his mouth, biting down on the straw and sucking at it slowly.
Kaoruko took the box gratefully. "Thank you," she said, her voice still soft, though its hoarseness had almost left her voice. She didn't pull any out of the box at the moment, but let it sit in her lap. Leaning back in the chair, she closed her eyes. "I got stuck in the rain, and my umbrella was stolen." She wasn't about to admit to Tachi that Suguru probably saved her from a much worse case of pneumonia, let alone to herself. She kept that part thankfully out of the conversation.
She stared at Tachi as he sucked the orange juice brutally through the straw. Seeing the problems he'd been having with the food, she decided to make some comment in an effort to make small talk. "What are these nurses thinking? I mean, they give someone food that needs to be cut, and the patient only has the use of one arm. And then they go and put it out of reach so you have to practically fall off the bed to get to it."
Kaoruko thought to herself how bad it was she said so much, for now her throat felt like it was on fire. She wanted something to sooth it, but everything she tried just irritated it worse. Kaoruko rubbed her neck, as if that would make it feel any better.
Withholding a wince, she swallowed and tried to keep from coughing again.
Tachi gave her a darkly irritated look. "They're all female. They'd rather stare at me than fucking feed me." Letting go of the straw, he shifted his messy bangs out of his eyes with a slightly arrogant toss of his head. Tachi presumed that she had coughed herself into having a sore throat. Having more than three-fourths worth of the orange juice left, he passed it over to her.
"I'm stuck in here for a few more days...I'm hoping that I'm not going to get molested by some damned nurse or something." Tachi shifted a little, getting comfortable upon his sheets. Slender fingers picking at his blanket, he tugged it up over his lap with his healthy hand, and he rested his head down upon the pillow, still looking at her.
A small smile came to Kaoruko's face as she took the juice. "Thank you," she said quietly, holding it in her lap. She took a small sip of it after removing the straw, swallowing it slowly. Of course everything hurt going down, but it felt good to have something liquidy go down.
Kaoruko sighed, falling silent. She didn't doubt that it was true, but she didn't know how to reply to the comments. "I'm not sure when I'll be out of here. They said it was mild pnemonia, but that doesn't make me feel much better." Add to that Suguru's constant nagging, Kaoruko thought irritatedly to herself, shaking her head.
Kaoruko set the cup on the table next to her. It seemed shaking her head caused her to be overcome by a sudden dizzy spell. She grabbed the edge of Tachi's bed, clenching her eyes shut to try to stop the room from spinning. I can't pass out, not here, Kaoruko thought fiercely, though she was fighting a losing battle. She slumped forward, her head coming to rest in her arms right next to Tachi's arm.
Recovering from her fainting spell a few moments later, she raised her head slowly to look at Tachi. She started, surprised she was still there, and now embarrassed she had passed out in front of him. Smoothing her hair, Kaoruko gave Tachi a small smile. "It seems I am weaker than I thought. Feel better. I am going to head back to my room so I can get some rest."
And with that she stood up, or tried to. Her legs buckled beneath her and she fell back into the chair. Glancing towards the doorway, she jumped yet again. "Ma-kun?" Kaoruko examined the blonde boy. He didn't look the same since she'd last seen him either. Kaoruko really wanted to lie down in her bed, to save herself from another fainting spell, but she was stuck there at the moment, as her legs wouldn't support her.
Having rested his hand upon Kaoruko's head, he jumped as she lifted her head from the sheets. Tachi removed his hand quickly as she sat back. His gaze lifting to meet Ma-kun's briefly, he remains silent for a moment
"What the hell was that, some "Kaoruko-Rose-From-The-Dead-Trick?!" Tachi snapped out. His cheeks flushed in embarrassment from the jolt of adrenaline, his messy bangs having gotten in his eyes again as he sat there.
"Kao..ru..ko..-san.." The name fell from his lips almost as if he was learning to pronounce it. Ma-kun semi-froze. His blues shifted, looking to Tachi a bit longer before laying them upon the woman.
"What..are you doing here..?"
She couldn't help but glare as Tachi snapped at her, ignoring Ma-kun’s question for the moment. "Rose from the dead? What are you, an idiot? I just fainted!" Though her tone was irritated, she still kept a death grip on the sheets as to keep herself from fainting yet again. She looked at her lap, trying to bring focus back into her eyes.
Kaoruko turned her face to Ma-kun, or rather, one of the several Ma-kun's she saw. "I'm not well, Ma-kun, if you cannot see that already." She wasn't irritated at him, just at the fact that her consciousness was slipping again and she wasn't sure if she could hold on to it.
Tachi's glare is equally deadly. "I'm not a fucking idiot! If you're going to faint, at least give me some warning before you're going to fucking do it so I don't think you died on me!"
Kaoruko calmed quickly, realizing if she continued to argue, she would faint again. "I apologize, Tachi-san. It's just I constantly feel as if I am going to faint," she said, her voice now soft with a hint of fear mixed in. Kaoruko lowered her head to try to alleviate the spinning that was still occurring without much success. "I'll...try to warn you next time."
This was the first time she'd ever apologized to Tachi, and frankly at the moment she didn't care. She wanted to lie down and the only bed available currently had a broken down singer in it.
Ma-kun remained silent for several moments after that. His eyes drifted back and forth between Tachi and Kaoruko-san. "Do you need some help back to your room?" Ma-kun asked blankly again to the woman.
Looking at the several Ma-kun's, she nodded. "Yes, please," she actually sounded grateful for the help. She knew she wouldn't be able to get there on her own without passing out, and now, if she did, she'd have him there to help her. Carefully, very carefully, she released her hold on the sheets.
Nodding, the blonde made his way over and gently took Kaoruko's arm.
"Careful.." He mumbled a little.
Kaoruko almost clung to the boy as she stood up. She was able to walk fine; he just seemed incredibly intoxicated while doing it. After standing up for a bit, though, she found her balance and could walk semi-normally. She realized that Ma-kun was probably doing this to be polite, not because he cared for her well-being. "My room...it's down the hall..."
Ma-kun nodded. He then made his way out of the room and down the hall, making sure to go at a slower pace.
Upon reaching her room without incredible difficulty, Kaoruko sat on the edge of her bed. Rubbing her forehead, she looked up at the blond boy. "It's been awhile since we've seen each other, Ma-kun," she said, her voice still a bit drunk sounding. She pulled her legs onto the bed and lay down, blinking away the several Ma-Kuns that came with it.
Kaoruko figured Ma-kun had no intention, nor desire, to sit with her, but decided to talk with the boy for a bit. "I trust you are well?"
The look in Ma-kun's eyes was expressionless as they lay upon Kaoruko. After she had gotten onto the bed, he slid his hands back into the pouch-pocket of his sweatshirt. Giving a shrug, he glanced around the room for a moment. "I'm good, I guess," His reply empty.
Sighing, Kaoruko realized this conversation wasn't going anywhere. Fair enough, she wanted to sleep anyway. "Sorry for troubling you. I know you wanted to see Tachi." Her voice was mostly emotionless, for she felt nothing for the blond haired boy.
Kaoruko could tell he wanted to leave, but she wasn't really sure how to send the boy off without sounding rude. "All that moving made me really exhausted, so I'll let you get back to the real reason you're here." Ouch, Kaoruko thought to herself. That just made her sound like she was trying to guilt Ma-kun into staying with her, which she didn't want.
Once again, Ma-kun merely nodded as a response. "Yeah," he mumbled, his voice distant. "It's fine." He decided to add in. Taking a step back, he gave Kaoruko a light nod. "See ya." Seeing that she was set, the blonde made his way back to Tachi's room.