Kaine / Catatonia
Title: Catatonia
Fandom: Kaine
Pairing: Ryo x ひとみ
Table: One
Prompt: 008. Floor
Word Count: 926
Rating: PG-13 for mild sexual themes
Summary: He was what made her and what destroyed her. He was her poison, and she was the cure he took for his own.
Author's Notes: Ryou gets to play doctor! Yay~
~ A little madness in the Spring
Is wholesome even for the King
-- Emily Dickinson ~
008. floor
Only the sound of the clock ticking at half past two in the afternoon filled the silence of the room as Ryou watched the girl in front of him. Through unframed eyeglasses he observed the girl humming a light tune to herself as she traced small circles on the floor. With a short sigh, he grabbed the clipboard from his lap and uncrossed his leg, taking down another note before standing up.
"Will you be coming back?" The girl asked, her blank gaze searching his.
"Yes, I will," he briefly smiled as the door opened and one of the nurses came in. "But for now, it's time for your medication."
Hitomi's face fell sullen as Shiine, one of her assigned nurses, slowly helped her up from the floor.
"You're going back to her, aren't you?" she murmured. "And when you're done with her and tired of her, that's only when you come back to me again, ne?"
"No, Hitomi," Ryou creased his forehead. "I wouldn't do that."
"I don't want to play right now," she groaned at Shiine, trying to release her arm from his grasp.
"Take care of her for me, Yoshino-kun," Ryou said, exchanging nods with the nurse as he left the room without another word.
Ryou tucked the clipboard under his arm and put a hand in the pocket of his lab coat as he began walking down the hallway, passing by several other patients and nurses along the way. Pausing by the elevator, he pressed the button and waited for the car to arrive, acknowledging the presence of a nurse with a woman on a wheelchair when he stepped inside.
"How was today's session, Doctor?" Yuuichi asked.
"No progress," Ryou frowned. "Yoshino-kun's just given her medication, but give her another 2 mg of clonazepam after four hours and monitor her."
"Yes, Doctor," Yuuichi nodded, pushing the wheelchair past the doors as the elevator stopped at the third floor.
By the time Ryou arrived at the fifth floor of the building and entered his office, he had only slumped to his chair in exhaustion, putting a hand to his forehead and closing his eyes, when a knock on his door sent him looking up at his visitor.
"Hey," Dr. Mikura Keisuke, one of the resident neurologists in the hospital, poked his head at the doorway. "How's everything going?"
"My case is proving to be quite the challenge alright," Ryou sighed, running a hand through his hair. "She's shown another alter this morning. Rounds it up to six now."
"Six people, eh?" Kei frowned, leaning by the doctor's desk with his hands inside his pockets. "Well, compared to the first week she's been confined here she's significantly mellowed down. At least give yourself some credit for that."
His gaze momentarily falling to the clipboard on his desk, Ryou creased his eyebrows at the reminder of his patient. Suzuhara Hitomi, 20 years old. Diagnosed with dissociative identity disorder. Current number of alters to date: six. It was his third time to handle such a case, but his last patient had shown only five, and his first, four. She was his biggest challenge yet: stitching six different identities back into one.
"You should take a break," Kei said. "Matsuzaki and the others are going out for some drinks later. You interested?"
"No, I can't," Ryou muttered under his breath, loosening his tie. "I promised my sister I'd come home early tonight."
"Alright," Kei shrugged, leaning away from the desk as he made his way to the door. "Well, I'll see you later then. Good luck with your session tomorrow."
"Thanks," Ryou replied, staring at his clipboard again as the man left the room.
The clock ticked at half past twelve in the afternoon as Ryou stared at the girl on the floor.
"How was she yesterday?" Hitomi asked, lying on her back and eyes unwavering from the ceiling. "Did you have a good time?"
"I didn't go anywhere, Hitomi," he answered, idly playing with his pen. "Nobody went anywhere."
"You lie," she whispered, turning on her side. The floor felt cold on her right cheek. "I saw you out that door to go to her, after you were done with me."
Ryou glanced at the door. With a sigh, he placed his pen on the nearby table and stood up from his chair, crouching to her figure on the floor.
"I never went to her, you know that," he murmured, putting a hand to her hair. The girl slightly cowered at his touch.
"Will you promise me?" she asked in a small voice. Immensely hopeful yet broken, hazel brown eyes looked up at him. "Never to go to her again? Never to leave me anymore?"
Ryou slowly settled himself down, lying beside her on the floor. She was cold beneath the thin fabric of her lab gown. He cupped her face and wiped away the tear that had slipped down her cheek.
"What have I done?" he muttered, creasing his forehead. "I'm sorry, Hitomi. I didn't mean to."
Hitomi pulled her legs closer to herself as the doctor slowly embraced her in his arms.
"Please come back," he whispered, his voice breaking as the fragrance of her hair lingered in his senses like an unwanted reminder. She smelled and felt just the same beneath his touch.
The clock ticked at half past two in the afternoon as Ryou remained holding the spent girl on the floor. Current number of alters to date: six.
A seventh was going to ensue by the time he left that room.
終り
So it's officially been two months since the lack of a new chapter, and here I am on a roll with the wrong update 8D Do pardon me for this drabble. All this mindplay with a raped and insane heroine has become an experiment I've been trying to work on lately XD I think I'll work on another drabble before attempting to continue with the latest chapter again. Aha. Praying for your pleasant distraction plx~
Fandom: Kaine
Pairing: Ryo x ひとみ
Table: One
Prompt: 008. Floor
Word Count: 926
Rating: PG-13 for mild sexual themes
Summary: He was what made her and what destroyed her. He was her poison, and she was the cure he took for his own.
Author's Notes: Ryou gets to play doctor! Yay~
~ A little madness in the Spring
Is wholesome even for the King
-- Emily Dickinson ~
008. floor
Only the sound of the clock ticking at half past two in the afternoon filled the silence of the room as Ryou watched the girl in front of him. Through unframed eyeglasses he observed the girl humming a light tune to herself as she traced small circles on the floor. With a short sigh, he grabbed the clipboard from his lap and uncrossed his leg, taking down another note before standing up.
"Will you be coming back?" The girl asked, her blank gaze searching his.
"Yes, I will," he briefly smiled as the door opened and one of the nurses came in. "But for now, it's time for your medication."
Hitomi's face fell sullen as Shiine, one of her assigned nurses, slowly helped her up from the floor.
"You're going back to her, aren't you?" she murmured. "And when you're done with her and tired of her, that's only when you come back to me again, ne?"
"No, Hitomi," Ryou creased his forehead. "I wouldn't do that."
"I don't want to play right now," she groaned at Shiine, trying to release her arm from his grasp.
"Take care of her for me, Yoshino-kun," Ryou said, exchanging nods with the nurse as he left the room without another word.
Ryou tucked the clipboard under his arm and put a hand in the pocket of his lab coat as he began walking down the hallway, passing by several other patients and nurses along the way. Pausing by the elevator, he pressed the button and waited for the car to arrive, acknowledging the presence of a nurse with a woman on a wheelchair when he stepped inside.
"How was today's session, Doctor?" Yuuichi asked.
"No progress," Ryou frowned. "Yoshino-kun's just given her medication, but give her another 2 mg of clonazepam after four hours and monitor her."
"Yes, Doctor," Yuuichi nodded, pushing the wheelchair past the doors as the elevator stopped at the third floor.
By the time Ryou arrived at the fifth floor of the building and entered his office, he had only slumped to his chair in exhaustion, putting a hand to his forehead and closing his eyes, when a knock on his door sent him looking up at his visitor.
"Hey," Dr. Mikura Keisuke, one of the resident neurologists in the hospital, poked his head at the doorway. "How's everything going?"
"My case is proving to be quite the challenge alright," Ryou sighed, running a hand through his hair. "She's shown another alter this morning. Rounds it up to six now."
"Six people, eh?" Kei frowned, leaning by the doctor's desk with his hands inside his pockets. "Well, compared to the first week she's been confined here she's significantly mellowed down. At least give yourself some credit for that."
His gaze momentarily falling to the clipboard on his desk, Ryou creased his eyebrows at the reminder of his patient. Suzuhara Hitomi, 20 years old. Diagnosed with dissociative identity disorder. Current number of alters to date: six. It was his third time to handle such a case, but his last patient had shown only five, and his first, four. She was his biggest challenge yet: stitching six different identities back into one.
"You should take a break," Kei said. "Matsuzaki and the others are going out for some drinks later. You interested?"
"No, I can't," Ryou muttered under his breath, loosening his tie. "I promised my sister I'd come home early tonight."
"Alright," Kei shrugged, leaning away from the desk as he made his way to the door. "Well, I'll see you later then. Good luck with your session tomorrow."
"Thanks," Ryou replied, staring at his clipboard again as the man left the room.
The clock ticked at half past twelve in the afternoon as Ryou stared at the girl on the floor.
"How was she yesterday?" Hitomi asked, lying on her back and eyes unwavering from the ceiling. "Did you have a good time?"
"I didn't go anywhere, Hitomi," he answered, idly playing with his pen. "Nobody went anywhere."
"You lie," she whispered, turning on her side. The floor felt cold on her right cheek. "I saw you out that door to go to her, after you were done with me."
Ryou glanced at the door. With a sigh, he placed his pen on the nearby table and stood up from his chair, crouching to her figure on the floor.
"I never went to her, you know that," he murmured, putting a hand to her hair. The girl slightly cowered at his touch.
"Will you promise me?" she asked in a small voice. Immensely hopeful yet broken, hazel brown eyes looked up at him. "Never to go to her again? Never to leave me anymore?"
Ryou slowly settled himself down, lying beside her on the floor. She was cold beneath the thin fabric of her lab gown. He cupped her face and wiped away the tear that had slipped down her cheek.
"What have I done?" he muttered, creasing his forehead. "I'm sorry, Hitomi. I didn't mean to."
Hitomi pulled her legs closer to herself as the doctor slowly embraced her in his arms.
"Please come back," he whispered, his voice breaking as the fragrance of her hair lingered in his senses like an unwanted reminder. She smelled and felt just the same beneath his touch.
The clock ticked at half past two in the afternoon as Ryou remained holding the spent girl on the floor. Current number of alters to date: six.
A seventh was going to ensue by the time he left that room.
終り
So it's officially been two months since the lack of a new chapter, and here I am on a roll with the wrong update 8D Do pardon me for this drabble. All this mindplay with a raped and insane heroine has become an experiment I've been trying to work on lately XD I think I'll work on another drabble before attempting to continue with the latest chapter again. Aha. Praying for your pleasant distraction plx~