Just another day in the rain...

Subject:	Keloid Milk.
Time:	2:57 pm.

Kyo was surprised to find that he even woke up that day. What was even more surprising was that he was in a clinic of some sort, so either someone came by and called tue police or Yumeko saved him. However, the former option didn't seem that rational because he was lying on top of Kenji, which would indicate that he was the attacker. Well, I guess it wasn't that irrational... he'd just be waiting for the police to show up.

He watched the doctors scurry to and fro on the other side of the glass window and could feel his thoughts of whether or not he was living in reality returning to his mind. As much as he would've liiked to focus his attention on finding out who had saved him, these thoughts weren't easily quelled. Were the doctors on the other side of the glass even real? Was this all a dream? Was he really dead and living out what could've happened? Was he really stuck in a mental institution and hallucinating this entire time?

God damn, not now... I need to find out why I'm not dead yet before i can focus on unanswerable inquiries about my state in this plane of existence.

Luckily for Kyo, a doctor wandered in not too long after he had roused and checked his injuries and followed through with the usual doctor's routine. "Who saved me?" Kyo managed to choke out before discovering that not only did it hurt like fuck to breathe, but it hurt like fuck to speak.

The doctor, having thought about whether or not to even give an answer, decided it was okay to tell the name of the individual that he should thank for saving his life. After all, when they were both brought in, Kenji had given the order before surgery, so the other man could not draw conclusions that Kenji was still alive from the information given. "Mekiri Kenji." he answered succinctly. He was also told to evict Kyo as soon as humanly possible. "Can you sit up?"

Kyo strained to sit up, though it was quite difficult to do so without unbearable pain from the bullet wound between his ribs. His side was alight with agony, but he persevered through it to make further inquiries about Kenji's actions. "Why?"

"Because I need figure how soon you will recover. This is a hospital, after all..." The doctor answered dryly. He supposed it ws only fitting that he was blonde... He first attacked Kenji, then questioned the antics of a clinic. He had a smart one on his hands...

"No. Why didn't he leave me there?" Kyo asserted, annoyed that the other man would assume that he'd ask such a blatantly idiiotic question.

"You'd have to ask him that, assuming he made it through surgery." He pulled back the gauze over Kyo's chest to check the wound and 'accidentally' jammed his finger into it. When he heard the assassin cry out, he gave a fake apology, inwardly smiling at the ability to torture him until he wanted to leave as soon as he was physically able. Information came at a price; the blonde should know that.

"I'll assume that We both spent roughly equal time in surgery, and that he came out okay. here is he, in this case?"

"At another hospital."

"Where?" He was tired of the doctor's games and general answers.

"That is not for you to know."

come back later.]