Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction ❯ Isshou Konko ❯ Healed ( Chapter 7 )

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Isshou Konko

Chapter 7. Healed

By: Gator Ri

Houjun grimaced as Mary helped him sit up in bed. Stopping she supported him a moment to let him catch his breath, before asking, "Okay, ready to swing your legs over the side now?"

He gave a nod as she helped steady him while he turned and let his legs dangle off the side of the bed. He took as deep a breath as his still sore ribs would allow and steadied himself by resting each hand on either side of him, the sheets feeling cool under his fingers.

"I'll be right back, I forgot the pants," the nurse said apologetically as she turned on rubber soled feet and strode out of his room. He just gave a nod after her and stayed where he was for he refused to go anywhere out of his room with out decent covering, the hospital gown was a joke.

He looked around the little room that had been called 'home' for the past three weeks and sighed. In that time he had pretty much healed the exceptions being his still slightly sore ribs and of course his eye.

Coming back in Mary held up a pair of surgeon's pants, "Okay, you ready to put these on?"

He nodded at her, causing his soiled hair to barely even move with the motion. He softly snorted mentally at himself, that had been his thing lately only nodding or shrugging, not hardly saying anything, really what was the use?

Pulling the pants on gently over her charge's feet and ankles she helped him stand on his feet, him letting out a small grunt from effort and a twinge as he shifted wrong. Then pulling up to where he could reach the top she let him finish, for he could get really grump about things like this. It almost made her want to chuckle at his modesty.

He reached his hand for the four legged cane that he was given to help him balance and then turned towards the door, for he had only been aloud out of bed since the last couple of days and he was eager to take his walk.

"Hold on just a moment, Houjun," Mary started, "I have to get your IV rack. Don't need you pulling the needle out of your arm."

He waited a few minutes while she moved some things, "Okay, go ahead. I'll follow behind like the last coupled of days."

He didn't say anything but just started on his way out the door and down the hall, as fast as his weak legs would carry him that is. For when being in bed as long as he one tends to loose some muscle.

"Slow down," he could hear Mary scold from behind him, "We don't need you tiring yourself out."

He just grunted and grudgingly slowed down a bit, as much as he hated to admit it she was right.

After walking down to the end of the hall and turning around they made their way back to Houjun's room, at which he was very happy to get back to. He was tired and his muscles screamed from the exercise.

The nurse let out a loud breath as they finally reached the room, "You look a little tired, you shouldn't have pushed yourself so hard," she shook her head at him as she helped him back into the bed, leaving the pants on for now.

Houjun tried to stifle a yawn as he settled back onto the pillow and the nurse pulled the sheet and blanket up over him. "Lunch will be up shortly. Until then why don't you have some rest."

All he could do was give a nod of his head and close his chocolate eye, barely registering when it was that she left the room.

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The next time that he came around was when he heard the plastic tray set down on the little movable table that they keep in all the rooms. He yawned at the person as they gave him a smile and left.

He looked over at the little table and frowned, how in hell was he supposed to get it with it over by the wall. Rubbing the right side of his face with his hand he groaned and pushed the call button for the nurse, he hated this life.

A few minutes later Mary popped in with a smile, "Yes?"

He motioned at the tray with a frown.

Her mouth formed an O, "I'm sorry." She came over to move the table over to the bed and then stopped with a thoughtful look on her face, "Why don't we have you sit up and eat today, it would be good for you."

He gave a shrug as she came and helped him out of the bed and into the big overstuffed vinyl chair beside the bed.

Once sitting in it she adjusted the table to the right height and swung it over to him, "Now, just give a call when you're done," she smiled moving the call button with in his reach.

He barely nodded as he took the top off the tray and looked at its content, which really weren't that bad today. Steak was good as was salad and milk, then a piece of chocolate cake for dessert.

Houjun was about halfway through when he heard the decisive click of policemen's boots on the floor. He looked up in time to see Kiyan poke her head around the corner with a smile, "Hello," she greeted him cheerfully as she came and took a seat on the bed.

He gave her nod since his mouth was full.

"Looks to be that you're doing very well."

He gave another nod.

"How have they been treating you? How are you feeling more importantly," she queried, not missing a beat. Over the past few weeks she had grown accustomed to the young man's quietness.

Mouth now empty, he really had no reason not answer, "Okay," he said in answer to the first question and then looked down at the tray as he let fork down, "Better. Only my ribs hurt a little. The doctor says my arm is fine…" he trailed off then not wanting to discuss or bring up the subject of his eye.

She just grinned her white grin at him as she brushed a piece of loose hair behind her ear, "That's good to hear, Houjun. I'm glad that you're making a good recovery. Doing much better than the others from the wreck." She frowned a bit sadly, even though they had been sentenced to prison those prisoners didn't deserve what they had gotten.

He shrugged as he continued staring at the tray, "I guess." She was about the only one to get him to be able to say anything of late, save maybe Jean and Leon, although with their schedules they could seldom stay long. He really wasn't sure how Kiyan was able to make it, she hadn't offered and he hadn't asked.

Her grin dimmed as she read the pain that he didn't let anyone see. She wanted to get the story out of him so much that it almost hurt sometimes. She didn't know why but she felt that she could help him, Leon and Jean were even willing to help in anyway that they could but…they couldn't do anything if Houjun wouldn't talk.

Finally he met her gaze with his single chocolate eye, "So…why'd you come?" his voice was flat, emotionless, like it always was.

Her smile softened a bit as she gave a soft shrug, "Because…I want to help you," she answered having a feeling where this was going, she knew that he had been going to ask that sooner or later.

He snorted, "Yeah, right," this time he let bitterness drip into his voice, why he wasn't sure but he didn't want to believe her. He knew what she meant by helping him and he didn't want it. He wanted to be guilty, he deserved it. "Why would anyone want to. I deserve what I have before me." He then fell silent a burning guilty in his eyes as he scowled deeply at the woman before him.

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The guard to the prisoner's hospital room stood up as the doctor approached and gave a nod of courtesy.

Nodding back the doctor entered the room and looked at his patient lying in the bed, a scowl on his young face. He sighed this was just like was on any check up, accept this was the last one.

A few minutes later the doctor reemerged from the room and handed the guard the file, "He's all set to go. Checks out just fine. Just make sure that he gets some medical attention for the eye until it completely heals," he gave thoughtful frown, "Funny it hasn't healed by now really." Shrugging the doctor walked off down the hall to go see his next patient.

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He watched the doctor leave, the scowl still deeply etched on his face. It was nice to not have pain anymore…in away. But…he sighed, now he would have to go to prison. These last five weeks had set him back immensely. His gut clenched at the thought of prison, would it be anything like jail? He wrinkled his nose probably worse, if life could get worse in a place like that.

He was broken out of his thoughts as the day's nurse came in, she was a young thing, one he hadn't seen before.

She gave him a bright smile to hide her nervousness, "We need to get you dressed. They will be here soon for you."

He gave a nod as he sat up in bed, "I'll do it myself," he said coldly.

She gave him an uncertain look but just nodded, "Um…I better unhook your IV first, sir." Which she came over quickly and did, as she laid the bright orange prisoner's uniform on the bed with the other issued necessities.

Once she was gone from the room, only then did Houjun get out of the bed and don the clean clothes, actual clothes not the facsimile of.

He just tying the white tennis shoes when he heard someone enter the room and peak in the curtain, it was….he blinked, Kiyan?

She smiled, "Hey there, they are allowing me to take you to Gouwa," she then gave him a wink, "I think the chief likes me."

He felt a bit of a smile tug at the corner of his mouth but fought it and was able to keep it in a straight line, "Well, then might as well get it over with," he said.

The young nurse then came in behind the cop, "Um…first I have to take that needle out of you arm, sir."

He groaned and gave her a scowl, why didn't she do that before? He let her take out the IV needle itself and then relaxed a bit as she left the room.

"Well?" Kiyan asked as she pulled out a pair of cuffs, "You ready now?"

He gave a nod, sure why not? Might as well get this over with. Turning around he let her put the steel rings around his wrists. He grimaced he hated the feel of those things more than anything…except himself.

Kiyan escorted him out of the room, taking the file from the guard and stopping to talk to him for a few minutes before prisoner and cop continued on their way down to the waiting patrol car.

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A soft rap came from the other side of the door, "Yes? What is it?" the man asked in his cold silky voice.

"Sir?" the nasally voice of the warden's assistant came through the office door.

"Come in," the warden himself glowered as the tall man with dark hair entered, "What is it?" he asked again, impatience creeping into his chilling voice.

"That new prisoner from the transport wreck will be arriving in an hour, warden sir," the assistant informed.

This made the warden smiled, "At last. I will finally able to meet the man who has become famous for killing his best friend in a passion of rage."

The golden eyes of the dark-haired assistant gleamed, "Yes, sir. Where would you like him put?"

The blond-haired man frowned a moment as he thought and then dug through some papers, "Put him in the empty cell in block nine."

"Yes, sir," the man bowed, in his stiff prisoner guard's uniform.

"Now go. But tell me when he is here. I want his file put in my hand personally by the escorting officer."

The man bowed again, "As you will, Warden Ayurhu," then turning he left to make sure that cleaning supplied would be ready for the prisoner to scrub his own cell from to bottom before supper.

Getting to his feet the tall blond man went over to the window in his comfortable office and looked upon the prisoners in the yard below, he smirked, "You have no idea…" he started before falling silent and just thinking to himself.