Second Chances

Part 32

The warmth of his hand was familiar, and Hira clasped it immediately, despite the sedative. "Kiyoi," He mumbled, "I need you." 

Fighting off the tears, "I'm here, Hira, I'm here." He held his hand, gently, as if it was the most precious thing. Kiyoi turned his head and glared at the Nurse, "I'm releasing him. He doesn't need this shit on him."

She gasped. "Sir! It's against the doctor's orders. You can't!" 

"Get out. Now!" Kiyoi dropped Hira's hand and stood up. Immediately, Hira became restless, the comfort gone, his moaning becoming louder. Kiyoi looked back at him and then, very accusingly at the Nurse, "You see? It's not me, but you! Go! Leave!"

Her head bowed, and she sighed, turned and pulled the curtain closed behind her, giving the couple privacy. Once they had the privacy, Kiyoi began to talk to Hira, lowly. "Hira, I'm going to set you free. Be patient with me. First it was his chest, then wrists, but before he could move to his ankles, Hira's arms had him pinned to his chest.

"Oh, Kiyoi, where have you been? I need you!" Hira's body was warm to Kiyoi's cold, so Kiyoi snuggled in close. Those hands that had been tied down, had red marks, despite the padding. Now, they stroked his hair, his face, anywhere they could touch. 

Kiyoi groaned, wondering why even when he was sick, delirious even, he couldn't control how his  body reacted to him. Was this how it would always be? "Hira, wait, Let me..."

"No! No, you found me, again. I can't let go." Softly, Kiyoi's hand reached up and caressed his cheek, finding it warm, but not too hot. Hira instantly settled down, turning his face to press a kiss into his palm. There was a shuddering sigh, and then a huge exhale of breath and a rapid movement to his eyes, and it was as if the batteries died. 

Hira's hands fell lifelessly to the side, and if it wasn't for the slow, deep even breathing, Kiyoi would have sworn he had died. The constant steady 'beep', 'beep' of the monitor he was hooked up to was also reassuring, yet scary. Slowly, Kiyoi stood, and left his bedside, walking to the nurse in the room. "Is Hira okay?"

"I have to see him. The monitors say he is fine." She stood up, tidying her uniform. Walking behind Kiyoi, she pushed aside the curtain and almost cried. The young man had performed a miracle, in her opinion. Gathering herself together, firmly reminding herself that SHE was a professional, "He's fine. The young man is finally sleeping, quite peacefully." The nurse bowed, almost too low. "There are still several more hours until visiting hours are over."

Kiyoi didn't even notice when she left, as he smoothed the side of his face. "Come on, Stalker, I need you." A tear slipped slowly down his cheek as the tension and stress left his body and he slowly slipped into a restless sleep of his own, his head falling to lay next to Hira.

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Former Head Nurse Nimura Sawa sighed as she stared out the large window that overlooked a very nice garden. A smile twitched gently on her lips as she spotted her offspring sprint by, followed by those two university lads. A small, abrupt nod to herself and another deep sigh, and her ears, which seemed sharper since she had Hira, heard movement on the other side of the door. "Don't just stand there, Nurse," She said, calmly, "Enter."

Why was this whole experience so tiring? Her eyes closed momentarily. She knew why. Guilt was a heavy burden and she was guilty of so many things, when it came to Hira, despite being there. "Do you have it?" She turned and looked at the Head Nurse.

The Head Nurse bowed, and held out a piece of paper, her hand trembling. "Nurse Nimura, this... this isn't right. The doctor, he should be..." 

Sawa glared at her sharply. "Give me the report or I am going to sue the hospital, Nurse. I have three young men to stand testimony and with my past history of being a head nurse, not to mention training you, do you think I can't win? Pass that report here." Her hand was steady as the nurse's shaky hands, passed them over. "Sit down. It won't take long."