Mom was sitting next to a hospital bed in Namimori General Hospital. She was taking care of her daughter who was hit and run by an over speeding vehicle. And for a week now, she still hasn’t woken up yet from her coma.
*knock knock*
There was somebody at the door. Mom opened it and she had let the visitor inside. It was her daughter’s friend who studied at Kokuyo high who decided to drop by and check in on her. She seems so worried and concerned about what happened to her. The friend placed the flowers she had brought in the vase beside the patient lying still on the bed.
“My poor friend, what did she ever do to deserve such a thing like this?”
“Life is really unpredictable, my dear. Things like that happen. But don’t be that upset my dear sooner or later she’ll be ok.”
“I sure hope so. Hey, wake up soon ok? I miss you so much…”
After a half hour, the friend said goodbye and left. Mom approached the patient on the bed and sat again on the chair beside it. Grasping the small, petite hands she silently murmured a prayer to the heavens above. Wishing that she would wake up soon…
The night was already coming. Mom prepares all the stuff that she needs to carry home. Unfortunately, even if she wanted to stay here overnight, she couldn’t because there’s everyone waiting for her at their house. She stroked gently her daughter’s face and kissed her in the forehead.
“I’m sorry I have to leave honey, but don’t worry I’ll be over here again the next day. Good night.”
With a final look at her daughter, she left.
Meanwhile…
“Ken, Chikusa I’m going out for a walk.”
“Sure Mukuro-sama.”
“Please take care of yourself.”
And Mukuro suddenly disappeared into the mist.
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Back at the hospital, a cool wind suddenly encircled the room accompanied by some wisps of indigo. And from that, something materialized. And in the darkness, an eerily pair of eyes can be seen.
Mukuro Rokudo decided to pay a little visit to the hospital. He went to the room where [I] was. Once inside, he sat on the chair beside the bed; he studied the girl lying still and motionless.
“This girl is…”
Mukuro recounts the memory when he has encountered a girl being closed in by a bunch of gangster boys in the streets. And the one of which the girl was doing some sketches in the school’s front.
He inched a bit closer. Recalling her face from the past, it matched. There was absolutely no mistaking this one. It was really her.
This is already enough, he thought. I’m sure she’ll be happy enough that I watched over her even for a short period of time. Wonder when she will be waking up? I can’t wait until I could see that painting of hers.
Before he left, he whispered something in her ear.
“I would really want to see you again.”
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