Adopt-a-WIP
There ought to be a place to put up abandoned WIPs for adoption. I've been going through my old story folders, and there are so many unfinished stories that I still like the idea of very much, but will never finish...*
( Cut for longish list of abandoned WIPs... )
( Cut for longish list of abandoned WIPs... )
He might never have thought to check the hospitals if not for his long history of cooperating with the police; even so, he almost didn't think of it at all. But a half-dozen phone calls and several favors called in later, he had finally located his quarry.
There was something fundamentally wrong about the sight of the Sakurazukamori in a hospital bed - too pale, too still, too... diminished.
He'd never looked like this, not even when he'd lost his eye. No, not like this… this was different. This was real.
"Seishirou-san," Subaru whispered. He couldn't stop the words from escaping, and though he winced at the lost tone of his voice, it hardly mattered what he sounded like. Seishirou couldn't hear him, couldn't hear anything.
"We don't know what's wrong with him yet," the young doctor who had escorted him into the room reported conversationally, only the quick sideways flick of her eyes betraying her interest in Subaru's reason for being here. "He suffered a complete circulatory collapse and was brought in with dangerously low blood pressure as well as some arrhythmia, but both of that steadied out, and since then there's been no sign of heart problems. He seems to be in a state of complete exhaustion, and we haven't found any reason for it - he's fit, seems healthy, no drugs that we can detect, no other telling symptoms, nothing wrong with any of his organs that we can tell. But we're still waiting for the results of the complete blood test. Maybe it's a rare disease of some kind, in which case we can only hope we have the resources to detect it."
"You won't find anything," Subaru said after a too-long pause. "It's not an illness - it's spiritual injury and shock. You can't help him."
The doctor's face reflected her scepticism, but she said nothing. Someone had evidently told her about the Sumeragi and his field of expertise. She might not believe in anything her instruments couldn't pick up, but that didn't matter - her superiors did, and there were many people who owed Subaru favors. He hadn't called in many of them - he'd never had a reason to.
Until now.
"I'll take it from here," he said. His voice sounded distant and thin to his own ears, but even he could hear the certainty in it. He would take it from here. It was not a question, merely a fact. "Please detach the machines."
"Detach the machines? Sumeragi-san, I'm sorry, but that's not a good idea. As I said, we don't know what's wrong with him yet, and you can't be sure -"
"I'm sure." He didn't bother raising his voice. "Thank you for your concern. I realize this may be difficult for you to believe, but the fact is that you can't do anything for him, and he will die unless his injury is seen to. And now, please detach the machines. I'm taking it from here."
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Na, das hört sich eigentlich nicht so besonders tragisch an. :-)
Ja, ich find auch schade, dass die Geschichte nicht weitergehen wird... *seufz*
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