Cingulomania

Kaori Isogai, a 27 year old, retired racer recovering from stage IA osteosarcoma. Romantically stuck between the loveable sweetheart, Tadashi Yuuki, and the free sprited goofball, Maemi Setsuko, Kaori is dumbfounded and lost. Though, as the tortuous love triangle continues, Kaori is too late, and loses them both to her inability to choose and the news of her returning cancer. Enter Hiroshi Ryoma, Kaori's broad, blunt, and distant new caretaker. Also, her rebound.
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"You have a heart monitor." He squints his eyes at the little machine attached to my chest and starts to stride towards me. This is when I remember how tiny I am compared to the average human being and straighten up my back as he places his hand on the back of my chair and swivels it to face him. He plops down onto the black, cushioned seat to the right of mine.

"Yeah, and I have a taser in my bag. Your point?" I scoot to the edge of my chair, his hand still gripping onto the back, and try and sit as far away as possible while trying to give off my most terrifying "leave me the frickity frack alone, you two-faced hellion" face. He goes from my eyes to the device then quickly shakes his head.

"Sorry, I got distracted, what about a taser?" He slowly scoots farther from me while taking his hand off of my chair.

'Damn right, you lean panini, back away. I'm scary.' My smirk slowly appeared.

"You're drinking with a heart monitor on."

"Yes, sir." I nod in reply while draining the contents of my drink.

"ALCOHOL with a heart monitor. Are you insanely stupid?" Hazel eyes whips his head towards me, the anger in his face VERY evident.

"OH, hate to disappoint you, bud, but this is a Shirley Temple. Ginger ale and grenadine," I motion for Nic and pay him for the drink and leave with a goodbye before turning to Hazel eyes again, "Plus I don't believe that would be ANY of your business." I start to get up and hop off the chair, pushing my black, loose pantlegs down to cover my prosthetic foot.