After the Number 40 incident, Nuan was asked to take a temporary demotion. With therapy, work, and stress Samon and Nuan's marriage is on the fragile side. Meanwhile behind the scenes Samon's fellow supervisors, are looking into Number 40's backgrou...
Ahmya was sitting at her desk wearing the same grey scrubs that Nuan, and all other Nanba nurses were mandated to wear, and her baby blue nails tapped rapidly against the surface of her desk.
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Her leg was shaking violently. Ahmya hadn't slept for days and was running on an unhealthy concoction of coffee, energy drinks, and sugary soda. To avoid anymore stress in Nuan's life, Ahmya took it upon her self to do a lot of the paperwork, without her friend's knowledge. The less work Nuan had piled up the less stressed out she'd be when the new nurse showed up in a few days.
"Hey beautiful," Mitsuru whispered in her ear. "How you doin' baby?"
Ahmya jumped at the sound of his low voice. She turned around in the chair and was face to face with a piercing covered man.
"I'm doing good. Just a little jumpy," Ahmya yawned. "Not much sleep, Nuan and I want everything to be perfect."
"That's good baby, but you're going to make us late for our meeting. Nuan is waiting for you." Mitsuru put a hand on her hip.
"Mitsuru," She pushed his hand away. "I said no touching, we don't want anyone to know yet."
Mitsuru and Ahmya had been secretly dating for a couple weeks. It just started as open and obvious flirting, with everyone around them, but after a couple weeks of that Mitsuru asked her out. Ahmya wanted to keep it a secret, and Mitsuru took that has a chance to see how far he could push the boundaries she set in place.
They walked side by side the meeting started in 20 minutes. When they entered the main sitting area Samon and Nuan were sitting outside the meeting room, her eyes puffy and her nose red like she had been crying, she was shaking as well. That was when Hajime walked in and spotted the condition of Nuan.
"What the hell did you do to her," Hajime barked out. "Can you go one day without making you wife cry you Monkey bas-"
"Everything was poured out on the table today," Samon looked up, not even bothered by Hajime's outburst. "It's none of your business, but that's all you need to know."
Samon rubbed her back, trying to calm her down, as she focused on her breathing.
Kiji and Kenshirou were sitting across from them.
"Was it a step in the right direction?" Kiji bit his thumb nervously, not hoping for an outlash.
When the couple turned to each other and gave each other genuine smiles, that gave them the answer they needed.
"Dr. Ishimoto, said that this was a step in the right direction, we should be able to finish up in about a couple months." Nuan wiped away the remaing tears from her eyes.
"Let's celebrate," Mitsuru exclaimed.
"FUCKIN' DO IT," Ahmya screamed. "GO GRAZY, GO WILD. START AN ANARCHY AGAINST THE WARDEN AND MAKE THIS PRISON OUR BITCH! TODAY IS THE DAY BLOOD WILL BE SPILLED AND IT WILL NOT BE OURS!"
That's when Ahmya slammed her cup on the table. She looked up and saw everyone terrified, confused or a mixture of both. Her faced turned bright red before clearing her throat.
"I may have gotten a little too excited," she was now soft spoken. "It's been the lack of sleep and large amounts of caffeine getting to me. I apologize."
Nuan still in a protective hold that Samon held her in when she started screaming, and Hajime almost was hovering over them. She looked down and slowly grabbed Ahmya's travel cup before a sip from it. Ahmya winced when she saw her best friend's eyes go wide.
"How long have you been up," Nuan stood up from her seat.
"Three maybe four days," Ahmya smiled nervously.
"And you've been drinking this!?"
"Yes."
"Have you been eating?"
"Not much."
Nuan rubbed her temple, as a tick marked appeared. There were very few reasons she got upset with people, and someone not taking care of themselves was one reason. Nuan quickly put the pieces together of what she had been doing, and she couldn't be too mad.
"Mitsuru," The broadcaster looked at her with full attention. "Take her back to her place, and put her to bed."
Mitsuru opened his mouth to make a comment.
"Not like that," she glared. "She needs to sleep, and if she keeps going the way she is she's either going to get sick or collapse from exhaustion."
"Or go on another whatever that was," Hajime added.
"Terrifying. Whatever that was, it was terrifying," Samon added.
Nuan rolled her eyes at her husband, and Hajime before taking the folder from her.
"I'll see you tomorrow." Nuan patted her shoulder.
Ahmya was trying to process what happened as she was being escorted away by Mitsuru. Did Nuan just give her the day off? That was it? No yelling, no crying, no nervous brekdown? What was happening?
"Therapy must be working out real well for them." Mitsuru smiled unaware of his girlfriend's confusion.
