Chuuya x OC ~ Let the memories cry (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Chapter 10

The days that followed were spent in peace and quiet, alternating between doctors' visits and examinations, to see if all was well with her and if her wound was healing properly, without neglecting a well-deserved rest.

However, despite these regular events, she had come to find time passing slowly. Fortunately, as her condition was improving greatly, she finally obtained permission to go into another bedroom after a week or so.

She had left the intensive care unit to find herself in a normal room, but just as luxurious as her previous one, if not more so. She still had this gigantic room all to herself, so for a while she was intimidated by all the space so graciously placed at her disposal.

There was of course a bed, with all the medical equipment she needed right next to it, but also a much more welcoming corner with a sofa, padded chairs and a gigantic TV, with large windows topped by red curtains overlooking a snow-covered garden.

Numerous books had also been brought in, mainly in English, all of which she had read in just a few hours. Whether from boredom or exacerbated interest, she did not really know. She was not allowed out of her room yet, as the doctors wanted to wait a few more days to make sure everything was all right with her.

She was able to get out of bed and walk around her 'home', and was now able to shower, go to the toilet and eat on her own. Her neck was still covered with a bandage, but it was slowly beginning to stop hurting as much as before, even without the morphine and painkillers she had been prescribed since waking up. Even if she would never admit it aloud...

After a while, at last, she had received permission to leave the room, and she had almost jumped for joy in doing so. Almost forgetting the fact that, despite what he had said, Chuuya still had not come back to see her.

According to the doctors, he had been asking about her regularly, and for the moment she was content with that. He must have had a lot of work to do, given that he seemed to occupy a rather elevated position in the place where he worked.

A boy of barely sixteen who was already working so hard, the idea commanded respect as much as it provoked an unpleasant feeling in her heart. What could he possibly enjoy in life if he spent all his time working?

She had not yet had the chance to ask him exactly what his job entailed, and she had no desire to ask the doctors instead. Questions like that needed to be asked directly to the person concerned.

Chuuya was busy. She was no one to demand more of him, knowing all he had already done for her, and had done since before she had lost her memories. What bothered her most was not knowing how to repay him for all this.

Whether it was for saving her, twice on top of that, but also for the expenses involved in hospitalizing her (especially in such a luxurious place) and for his genuine concern in general, evidenced by the calls to ask about her, and the visits he had already made.

But they were becoming scarce, she had to admit.

She shook her head slightly, her brown hair following fluidly, and reopened her heterochromatic eyes. She should not despair, for she now had the beginnings of hope.

After much reflection during her week in bed, she had realized that all was not lost. The keyring Chuuya had returned to her had, according to her past statements, belonged to her older sister.

So, she did have a family in this world, a place to return to. Perhaps they were waiting for her somewhere, or even worried that she would not return?

Did the figure in her dreams belong to someone in her family?