The Golden Pear [YA - Featured]

♫~Notes 97~♫

 "This is unusual." The doctor watched the screen on his computer screen. "What did you say you did?"

"I've jumped from the third floor to reach my youngest brother sooner," Rigaku confessed with a tint of red on his face.

Some might call it heroic, but for him, it was foolish. Thinking about it, he could have killed himself or hurt without reaching his brother at all. Despite the desire to know what he was thinking, he refrained from trying to remember. It scared him.

"You see, Rigaku-san," the doctor interrupted his thoughts. "You don't have a single crack in your bones whatsoever."

"How's that possible? I remember sharp pain."

The doctor's forehead wrinkled as he was thinking. "That could be from the impact. I've seen a few nasty falls that ended with only that. A miracle or devil's luck."

Rigaku traced his arm, the tension strengthening in his muscles.

"For now it seems your muscles ripped in a few places. I'll prescribe you an ointment and pills in case of extreme pain." He took out a paper and scribbled the needed medicine.

The doctor's handwriting could double for codes used during wars.

"Here."

"Arigatou gozaimasu." Rigaku accepted it with a bow.

"Still, I want you to come for another X-ray and checks in the next days. I want to be sure I'm not overlooking something. If you experience raising pain or any change in the way you control your arm or fingers, don't underestimate it."

"Of course. I'll be sure to pay my arm's attention."

"Avoid any physical work, and make sure to have a good sleep. We also need to fixate it, as that will remind you not to use it."

"Wakarimasu."

The doctor gave him a few instructions and told him where he can get his arm fixated. Thankfully, they didn't need to immobilize his shoulder, but he got gypsum around his forearm too. It made moving and clothing a bit problematic, but such was a price for his careless behavior. The only good news was he was right-handed, so writing was no issue.

Stepping out of the office, looking like a kid in the minimalist costume of a mummy, he met with Aiyoku and Freya once more.

"Looking good." His brother tried to cheer him up, despite needing the sleep as well.

The color drained from his face that Rigaku could infiltrate the vampire's ball with no problem. Freya kept her eyes narrowed as the drowsiness and stress caught up to her.

Fear of losing one of her first real friends opened the old scars. No matter how many happy times she tried to recall, they all turned smeared by ash and soaked by water. Feet stomped all over them, and twisted grins laughed at their imperfect form.