"The fact she's even alive is nothing short of a miracle. I don't see any other reason for why she's alive."
"You managed to save her, Ledi. Must you ponder over the why's and how's?"
"Yes, Hiru... She was shot in the head by a pistol."
"Correct, but it isn't like she's walking away from this without any sort of problems. It's likely there'll be no full recovery."
"Sure... but it. doesn't. make. sense!"
The doctor hit herself gently in the head with rhythm, seemingly in deep thought for why this was the case. The assistant however, seemed to only facepalm, reaching for a remote that laid on the desk and pressing a button, causing a quite vibration-like sound to begin, despite being muffled, was still clear and audible.
"I will go inform the lady outside. In the meantime, please calm yourself, Ledi.
"fine..."
***
She sat in the waiting room. Impatient and full of dread. Her mind filled with various thoughts she didn't want to think about. The idea that the woman she loved might be dead because of her.
Her feet were curled up against her chest. Fetal position. Her hands grasped at the lose treads of hair, small stains of blood still visible on certain parts of her body. It wasn't like she had any time to clean herself up...
"Ma'am, we have good news.."
Almost immediately, she stood up, an expression of hope replacing the despair on her face.
"She'll live?!"
"We have all test results back. Tt appears she will indeed live."
"Oh, my god!"
She wrapped her arms around the nurse tightly, extremely tightly. Ignoring the burns in her right arm
"Thank you, so, so, so much, Doctor!"
". . . No Problem . . ."
After hearing the awkward reply, the woman was quick to back away, remembering the pain of idiotic past actions, as well as the overall 'weird' vibe that the doctor was giving off.
"Can I see her?!"
She asked, tears of joy beginning to form in her eyes.
"I will have to ask Ledi first. In the meantime, I have some paperwork you will have to sign, for yourself and for the injured lady."
"Of course! Of course!"
The nurse left the room for a moment, quickly returning with a small stack of papers. She handed them and a pen over, before returning to the surgical room, staying there for a while.
***
"The lady asks to see the patient."
"Sure, sure, just have her fill out the paperwork first. That way I'll have something to do while they have their sappy reunion.."
"Your mood has worsened, Ledi."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever..."
"Anyways. What do you believe may have caused this injury? Could it be the lady outside?"
"Nope, I know who caused it. No need to call the cops, Hiru..."
"How can you be so sure, if I may ask, Ledi."
"'Cause I saw it with my own two eyes a couple hours ago."
"Is that so?"
"They're the Ibaraki Rake, Hiru. Well, more like Rakes, now after this occurrence."
"Your proof?"
"I've been watching them for a while. They were the inspiration for the whole 15187114 experiments, Hiru. I know their style."
"Understood, Ledi. . ."
She bowed down for a moment, before approaching the door once more, opening it up to beckon the woman outside, in.
"Kiro! Oh, my fucking god! Kiro!"
She was clearly relieved, as she immediately threw herself at the hospital bed where the sleeping, pale woman laid. IV fluids, alongside various other medical equipment used to keep her alive. A blood bag slowly giving her blood. A heart monitor that kept check of her vitals, also a whiteboard that was filled with writing and pictures. There were an Xray, alongside what appeared to be the result of a CT scan.
"alright.. Yumi Rezat.. we're gonna have to have quite the serious conversation.. Would you please let go off the girl before you accidentally something?"
The main doctor, sitting in her chair. Her hair, a pale black, almost grey, despite her relatively young face, was messy, like stepping out of a shower and deciding not to brush your hair once it had dried, hung down her head, covering most parts of her face, except a small window that showed her eyes and mouth. Not to mention how sweaty she looked. An almost drunk-shaded blush beneath her exhausted eyes, it seemed to carry some sort of twisted excitement, resembling that of either a psychopath, or someone who just got out of a bdsm session.
There was a quiet vibrating sound ringing through the room, but after a quick hand gesture towards the assistant doctor was given, it quieted down, and the blush on the doctor seemed to gradually fade.
"I can't help but notice the.. unprofessionalism?"
The tan woman questioned. She had spent a lot of time in the presence of nurses, but never in her life met someone quite as odd as these two. Were they even actual doctors?
"Had it not been for our supposed 'unprofessionalism,' then your little vegetable girlfriend there, would be dead."
"I beg your finest pardon? What did you just call her?!"
"Why so offended? Didn't my assistant tell you about her state?"
"I did not, Ledi."
"I see. In that case, allow me to educate you, Miss Ibaraki Rake."
She couldn't quite believe her ears. The amount of information her brain had to take in was almost so much it short circuited. Her girlfriend is alive, but apparently a vegetable? And what the hell does this bitch mean by 'Ibaraki Rake'? Was she dreaming or something?
"So, during your livestream about eight hours ago. This lady here was shot in the head. Now, for some reason, likely a miracle, or Satan wanting to keep her around for longer, the bullet's trajectory changed from what would likely be fatal and kill her instantly, to something that only caused a bit of potentially permanent brain damage to the cognitive and emotional parts of the brain."
"Explained shortly: she's lucky to be alive, but as I said. Brain damage that likely can't be healed and that will make her pretty much a child for the rest of her life."
"..."
"I'll let that sink in for a moment, okay?"
"..."
"Hiru."
"Yes, Ledi?"
"Take a car and drive to their address. The body is still there. Make sure to not be seen by the camera. It's placed in the middle of the living room, turn it off at your arrival."
"Yes, Ledi."
The doctor threw a set of car keys towards the other, showing her a sheet of paper, one that likely contained some of the information regarding the patient's home. The assistant was quick to leave afterwards, closing the door behind.
"Doesn't appear Gifu worked out too well for you. The very first time there and you stumble onto a Yakuza member. That's a lovely way to ruin your life, you know?"
Her voice felt almost mocking at this point. She continued reading through the sheets of paper, taking in the information.
"H-how.. do you know that..?"
She finally asked. She had to know it. How did this person know about the live stream. The dead body that's been laying in their home ever since they left. How...?
"I know a lot of things."
"Just tell me. I'm not in the mood for some vague bullshit right now."
She was annoyed, but at the same time nervous. She wasn't sure how to feel, or react, all of this was so overwhelming. Kiroku's barely being alive, the creepy assistant nurse, and now this vague bitch. She wrapped her arms around the unconscious lady, shifting closer so she could hold her against her chest without causing too much complication with all the wiring.
"I got a lot of work to do, so no."
The doctor responded casually, shifting into a fetal position in her chair before grabbing a pen and a stack of papers.
"Oh, by the way. She's allowed to leave as soon as she wakes up. No idea when that is, but she's healthy enough to leave."
"Bullshit."
That had to be a lie. It had been, what? 10 hours since they got to the hospital? Sure, they might have stopped the bleeding, but there's no way in hell that this girl can function on her own.
"Tech has gotten better than it was back when you failed med school. That Yoshino from Darkside's Tech, R&D, whatever department is making quite the advances."
"Oh, yeah, 'cause I can just put on an icepack and the gunshot wound magically disappears."
"If it makes you feel better, my assistant or I, will be coming to your new home every week to check up on your sweet little cauliflower. You can also have my phone number if you want. You can call at anytime you want, but there's a 80% I won't respond since I work almost 150 hours a week."
"Oh, yeah. This stuff's on the house, by the way. You two seem useful."
She didn't bother responding anymore. Not a single word she just heard seemed reasonable to believe, especially the part where all of this would be free. All of these valuable things for free? No way.