Faking It [Tokyo Ghoul: Hide Nagachika x Reader]

Chapter 10: Hide

I felt kind of bad. I'd wanted to get to know her better to justify her actions somehow, but it seemed like every question I asked was painful for her. Maybe I should stop asking questions.
I paused for a second. Kaneki had only gotten into all this trouble because he'd gone after a girl. Wasn't I just tempting fate?
I spent twenty minutes wandering around the hospital without seeing (y/n). Finally, I decided to head to the nurses' station, only there was a guy there instead of the usual lady.
I went up to him uncertainly, an apologetic smile on my face. "Are you a nurse?"
He frowned. Whoops, I must have insulted him somehow... "I'm a doctor. Lunch break." He sighed. "How can I help you?"
"I'm looking for a patient's room..."
"I can't give out confidential information unless you have proof of familial relation."
"Can you just give me a floor number then? She's my friend. I came to visit her," I said, leaning over the desk slightly.
He frowned again. "I'll see what I can do. Her name?"
"(Y/n)..." I winced. "Sorry, I don't know her last name...but she has (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes and she's about yea high," I said, gesturing with my hand. "I don't know if that helps..."
The doctor rubbed his face with his hands. "Do you know how many patients this hospital has? And how many of them are female with (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes?"
"Please, anything?"
He was silent for a long moment before saying, "Try the third floor."
I grinned, nodding a thank you to the doctor. He leaned back, and the overhead light illuminated a name tag with Dr. (L/n) printed on it in a serious, bolder font. Then I gave him a wave and headed for the third floor to find (y/n).
I walked the length of the third floor hallways twice without seeing her. Then I sat on the nearest bench, tired and close to giving up, when a nearby storage closet opened from the inside and (y/n) came out.
She yawned before noticing me watching, and she put a hand over her mouth as her eyes widened almost imperceptibly. "Hideyoshi."
"Call me Hide," I said, smiling. "Hideyoshi is too long."
"Fine, ...Hide...what are you doing her?"
"Waiting for you. A doctor said you were on the third floor."
She seemed confused. "Which doctor?"
"Dr. ..." I hesitated. What was the guy's name? "Oh yeah, Dr. (L/n). Serious looking guy. Tall. Thin."
She seemed less confused and more troubled but she nodded. Maybe he was her personal doctor and she didn't want me asking him personal questions about her or something? I didn't know.
Truth was, there was a lot I didn't know about (y/n), but maybe I didn't need to know everything about her to like her.
"Cmon, have a seat," I offered, scooting over on the bench. She hesitated before sitting next to me. The first thing I noticed was that she didn't wear perfume. I guess it made sense. She probably didn't have access to any if she was being held here.
"I'll tell you about myself," I said, since she didn't seem likely to open up. "Hideyoshi Nagachika. College student. Undecided major. Best friend to Kaneki Ken. I like to ride my bike. Not a huge reader but I like mysteries. What else, what else...I don't believe in coincidence." Like meeting you.
She was quiet for a moment. "You don't believe in coincidence...then reason me this. What's the coincidence that a man with a perfect driving record runs one red light, and everyone in the car is killed except for one person?"
I was quiet. Is she talking about herself? It would explain why nobody comes to visit her... "It had to have happened for a reason."
"What sort of reason? Punishment? Retribution?"
"Maybe it was just the fork in the road that you needed to take to lead you here."
She was quiet for a long time before she stood up and walked away. I didn't chase after her. She looked like she needed time to think.
Instead, I stood up slowly and stretched before deciding to check out the storage closet she'd been napping in. I opened the door and found it a bit roomier than I expected. Roomier, but still functional. One side had what looked like refrigerated blood bags for quick surgery distribution, and then there were a bunch of cardboard boxes. Maybe patient files. One of the boxes had its cover on. A pillow.
I smiled and walked out of the closet, shutting the door. I'd spent roughly an hour searching for (y/n) only to have a three minute conversation.
What was the coincidence of that?