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Like It Was Yesterday [3/?]

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My mind shredded through the possibilities, curious instinct desperate to know what kids my age were doing in a cold, dank hospital such as this one.

Inquisitive by nature, I had of course heard numerous stories of children with illnesses that it seemed only grownups should have. However, I had never witnessed it for myself… at least not until that spring.

During the recent months, I had become more of a frequent visitor in the place. My mother was six months pregnant at the time - with twins - and her weekly visits were a precaution for both her health, and my worried father, who couldn’t stay home with his wife while her line of work forced her into early maternity leave.

Instead, he was halfway across the world, and I was the woman’s placebo for her husband. Her own child, expected to live up to the same standards of a hardworking businessman.

Realizing that at ten-years-old she couldn’t expect her only son to be much moral support, I was eventually set loose to wreak havoc on patients and employees alike.

But the boy in the wheelchair was one of the first kids I had ever seen. Infatuation took over more rapidly than I could keep up.

Barely even aware of his name, I wanted to know more. So much more.

Had he been injured?

Tonsillitis? No. He didn’t sound like his throat was healing.

Broken bones? Not even a scratch on his form, from what my eyes could see.

So did that mean he was he ill?

My mind was in a tizzy as the reality sunk in. With what disease? Would he ever recover? How long had he been here, trapped more like an animal than a patient?

And most importantly…

Was he going to die?

Chocolate tresses hung messily; just above eyes which had me captivated from their first meeting. Golden - bright despite the dark circles which hung below them - I couldn’t stop silently comparing those orbs to the miniature planetarium my father bought me for my birthday a year prior.

He blinked slowly, challenging me with that gaze. Threatened, as if I held a knife to his ego.

“Shizuo...” the bespectacled boy standing behind him mumbled, “I really don’t think it’s a good idea…”

The warning went unheard by the thin creature in the wheelchair as he closed the small space between us, until he was sitting straight, and our noses were nearly touching. An animalistic quality excited me instantaneously, provoking me to push my challenge further.

Aside from those purple bags, he looked healthy enough.

I wanted nothing more than to play with him.

“Prove it,” I leered, unfazed by the small growl he emitted.

“I don’t have anything to prove to a flea,” he grumbled, “But I’d be happy to kick your butt.”

Flea?!

I had narrowed my eyes even further by that point, as I carefully sat myself down in the wheelchair I’d been caught attempting to run off with. And just like every time before, I set the rules.

Pointing at the tiled floor, I started off on my instructions. “We start at this blue square. First to the double doors wins.”

“What do we win?” he raised a brow, dropping his tense expression slightly due to the interest of a prize.

The question had me in a small fit of giggles the moment it fell from his lips. I remember rolling my eyes, pretending like everyone who is anyone already knew the answer. “Bragging rights,” I scoffed like the little smartass I was. “Duh, Shizu-chan!”

“Don’t call me that!” he barked, “My name is Shizuo! Heiwajima Shizuo!”

“Ne?” I wasn’t much for caring, “Whatever. Let’s race!”

Without a countdown, or even a “go,” our eyes stayed locked until the next thing I knew, he was a meter ahead of me racing down the hall, ready to beat me at my own game.

“No way!” I called after him, wasting a moment to flail before gripped the large wheels of the chair, pushing off with my arms in order to propel myself forward.

Working as hard as I could, I did everything in my power to catch up to the boy, leaving his nerdy friend to run after us in the seemingly endless corridor of the hospital.

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