Ranmaru Kurosaki- Wounded Heart

10. Protected

Misaki's p.o.v

The next three days we had spend so much time and effort and even pulled all nighters just to get the opening song recorded on time.

 I was planning on catching up on sleep after we finished but I had just received a call from my manager saying i had three TV show interviews, two newspaper interviews, one commercial to shoot and dance practice.

So much for sleep i guess.

I fixed my make up and grabbed my bag ready to leave. I really hope to get back early enough to get some sleep.

Ranmaru's p.o.v

I had a different feel about this week and couldn't really point it out. A week passed since we finished the shooting of the anime opening but i didn't see a trace of Misaki afterward. And I was starting to miss her.

My day was busy as usual, I was taking a break while dance practice when Reiji sat next to me sighing.

"Something is bothering you? You're not focusing on the dance routine." Ai spoke.

"Im sorry everyone. I'm just worried about Maki." Reiji sighed again more dramatically.

"Why?" I asked

"Haven't you noticed? Even Starish asked me about it. She goes out early and comes late at night. She doesn't get enough rest and few incidents happened yesterday. "

"Incidents?" Camus surprisingly asked faster than the words managed to leave my mouth.

"Tokiya said she lost consciousness for a second. Similar stuff happened while she was working with Nanami."

"Overworking is an idols worst problem. If she overworks herself she can't do her job right." Camus added.

"Looks like she had a lot of work piled up while working on an anime opening with Ranmaru." Reiji said.

"Why did she take a silly job like that if she cant handle all of her responsibilities?" Camus added in his mean tone.

I turned towards him ready to smack him if he insulted her again.

I was the one who got her that offer and she was so happy to do it. But is this my fault? Did I push her too hard?

"Let's wrap this practice faster. I have things to do." I urged them making  a plan in my head. I had to see her.

After dance practice was over, I called the producer for her number and when he didn't have it either he gave me her manager's number.

When her manager answered the line I couldn't rush faster to get my words in.
"Ranmaru Kurosaki on the line, can you connect me with Mis..." I got stuck on her name. "Kyoko"

"Ah Kurosaki, I'm actually heading there to see her. I promised to pick her up. Can you come to Studio 4."

"Yes. I'm heading there right now."

"Let's meet."

Once I got there I saw the large crowd of people in the middle of the hall. I nudged people out of the way she I noticed it was Misaki who had fainted.

"Misaki." I pushed everyone out of the way trying to wake her up. "Did you call an ambulance?" I asked the woman who was kneeling next to her.

"Yes. They said they will be here in few minutes." I picked her up and carried her in my arms rushing towards the exit. Her manager was just pulling up in his car.

He went pale when he was her. "What happened?" He demanded answer.

"I don't know. They told me she just fainted."

I held her closer to my chest. She was very pale.

"She has a fever." Her manager said after he touched her forehead and then sighed nervously. "I told her not to go overboard and look what she does. Give her to me." He asked to carry her. I looked down at her. I was ready to hand her over but other words came out of my mouth.

"No. I'll do it. Do you have her personal documents?" I asked.

"I have her bag. Come on."

The ambulance arrived and we took her to the hospital.

After few checks the doctor came out of the room and gave us the good news. She can go as soon as she wakes up.

"Thank god." The manager let out a sigh of relief.

"She needs to rest. I shouldn't tell you overwork and stress can cause anemia. Not to mention she was skipping meals. Her blood test is bad." The doctor scolded her manager and then turned towards me.

"You can go see her if you like."

"I'm ..uh.."

"Go. I have to fill out the documents." The manager tapped my shoulder, encouraging me to go in.

I entered the room and sat on the small chair next to the bed.  Her make up was removed but she still wore the same clothes.

"Idiot, idiot,idiot." I took her hand bringing it to my lips. Her finger tips were cold. "Why do you do this to yourself?"

I really wanted to scold her right now, but more than anything I wanted to give her a hug. But mostly likely she was going to sleep through the night and wake up in the morning.
I should get her some clothes.

I got up and exited her room.

"Where are you going?" Her manager asked me.

"To get her clothes." I explained in a hurry. "I'll be back."