InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Simple and Clean ❯ Intern Doctor Koga ( Chapter 11 )

 

 

Arrrgggghhh!!!! Holidays already and what am I doing? Stuck at home within five feet of the keyboard but deprived of the computer… this is sooo evil… Yes, my friends, my foes and my other readers who don't fall under either category, I have no way to get onto the computer because my mother has decided to work the whole entire thanksgiving and Christmas break! And to add insult to injury, not only does she work at home, but she ends work at six o'clock.

 

I also have to wake up early every day, do a shit-load (pardon the swearing) of chores and am only allowed one crappy hour of television! It's the holidays for crying out loud! This SUCKS!!!!

 

Recap:

 

“Ugh, what's that smell?” Inuyasha asked, sickened. Assistant Doctor Koga rounded the corner, carrying his clipboard and chewing the end of a pen, examining some papers carefully. When he looked up, he noticed Sango's visitors. “Great,” He said, mumbling a little because of the pen still lodged in his mouth, “Now that you have gotten here Mrs…” Koga looked up at Ari.

“Arakawa, Mrs. Arakawa.”

“Thank you,” Koga said, looking up from his papers a moment, “Now, can you sign here, here and here?”

Chapter 11

 

Intern Doctor Koga

 

 

Kagome tapped Inuyasha cautiously on the shoulder, he was as rigid as a board and his face wasn't that of someone who was remotely enjoying himself. “Are you okay?” Shrugging her hand off his shoulder, he grunted and turned away, walking down the hallway.

“I'm going home.” He huffed moodily. Kagome was about to let him go before she remembered that she had no way of transportation to get home if Inuyasha left. Ari and Shippo were probably going to spend the night with Sango after her operation and Kagome needed to get home and get a good night's sleep.

As Inuyasha rounded the sanitized white corner, Kagome sprang into action, almost barreling over the young doctor in the process. She heard him give a shout, but she needed Inuyasha to stay, so it didn't matter what one doctor thought about her. She yelled after him, “Wait Inuyasha!!!” This earned yet another yell from Dr. Koga.

“What do you want?” He asked agitatedly. His nervousness was gone now and in its place was frustration and anger. Kagome squinted at him, wondering what was wrong. “What happened back there,” She suddenly became suspicious, “Do you know that guy from somewhere?” Inuyasha shook his head, but refused to look at her.

“Look, I just don't like doctors and that guy…” He trailed off, “I dunno, I don't like him… that's all.” With that he turned to leave again, but Kagome placed a firm hand on his shoulder, “Look at you, one minute you're mister tough-guy and the next you're some whimpering sissy, geez, it's not that bad Inuyasha!”

As soon as she said it, she regretted it, Inuyasha didn't deserve to be criticized, he had had it bad enough already. She was the weak one. “I'm… sorry… I didn't-” Inyasha cut her off, “Whatever, it doesn't matter. Do you want a ride home?” Kagome nodded, and then went to go tell Sango's mother where she was going. She tried not to look Dr. Koga in the eye, because she was pretty embarrassed about how she had acted now that she thought about it.

“I'll come by tomorrow, okay?” She asked, feeling a little guilty that she wasn't staying with Sango during her surgery. Sango nodded distantly, too distraught by the imposing surgery to worry about Kagome's comings and goings.

“I hope you know that you're welcome any time,” Dr. Koga cut in, finally making eye contact with her. Kagome looked at him curiously noticing that his eyes were not slanted, nor was his hair the regular Japanese color, it was a lighter brown. In fact, he did not seem oriental at all; he looked European, or possibly American… She nodded at him and lowered her eyes; he wasn't too bad looking either.

When he spoke again, Kagome noticed that he had an audible accent-definitely American. “I look forward to seeing you soon Ms…” Glancing over at Ari (Who was watching the scene curiously, a little smile on her face) and back, Kagome finished for him, “Kagome, Kagome Higurashi.” Is this guy hitting on me??? She though furiously, inching away slowly and looking for an escape route.

Kagome quickly said goodbye and wished Sango luck on her surgery. As much as she wanted to see Sango, she hoped Dr. Koga wasn't there when she came back.

Ari thanked Kagome and she made her way back through the steel, too-clean and somewhat uninviting doors to Inuyasha's waiting car. It was leaking small blue clouds of noxious gas from under the hood. Kagome made a mental note to get Inuyasha a tune-up for his birthday; boy did his car need it.

“Hey,” She breathed as she slipped into the car beside Inuyasha, “Thanks for taking me home.” Inuyasha rewarded her with a short nod and started to pull the car out of the parking lot. Kagome suddenly remembered her bike, which had been left on the bike rack of the skating rink.

“Umm, Inuyasha,” She began cautiously, trying not to push her luck, “Could you by any chance get my bike as well?” Inuyasha let out an exasperated sigh, but nodded his head curtly again. Smiling cutely she said, “Thank you Inuyasha.”

“Yeah, yeah, you owe me…”

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Kagome hopped out of the car, bike keys jangling, towards the now empty skating rink. Making her way to the rack where her bicycle was locked up, she bent down to flick in her combination. As she did so she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. It felt as though someone else was there, watching her.

She turned around, eyes darting across the scene behind her. An eerie, silent emptiness met her. A lone soda can rolled across the sidewalk, adding to the creepy atmosphere. Shivering, she quickly unlocked her bike and rolled it over to Inuyasha's car.

He popped open the trunk and she stuffed the bike in. It fit, but just barely. Jumping back into the car, Kagome caught Inuyasha mumble resentfully about how slow some people were. She brushed off the comment and took one last look behind her as the car screeched dangerously out of the lot.

Standing on the corner was a young girl in an orange and yellow dress and a bunch of messy ponytails looking thoughtfully at the fast disappearing car. For a second she thought that she had seen another, taller figure flit across her vision, but when she blinked, both girl and shadow were gone.

* * *

Kagome blinked the sleep out of her eyes as she tried to keep her them in focus. Light was streaming in through her window, making streaking patterns on her floor from her blinds. Glancing over at her clock, she tried to make out the blurry neon numbers. Ten thirty.

She dragged her feet out of their cozy, warm enclosure out into the crisp air. Though it was sunny, the weather was cold because it was still winter and Kagome always despised the cold, especially in the mornings.

Pulling on a sweatshirt and some tight jeans, she went into the bathroom, coming out only when she was satisfied that she looked pretty much presentable. Pretty much were the key words there. Though 10:30 was late on her standards- though she wasn't an early riser she didn't sleep forever-she was still quite tired because of their late night escapade. It was about two in the morning before she had finally crawled into her bed and went to sleep.

The ride over to the hospital was shorter than the ride to the ice skating rink, but it seemed to take longer because of the cold air threatening to surround and freeze Kagome. When she finally arrived at the hospital, Kagome was convinced that her lips had turned completely blue, and her fingers were almost completely frozen over the handlebars of her bicycle.

Shivering she entered those ominous steel door for the second time in less than twenty-four hours. The hospital, though a little warmer, was still quite chilly and Kagome cursed the fact that she had not brought along earmuffs and mittens.

Walking up to the receptionist at the desk, Kagome asked, “Where is Sango Arakawa's room located?” The receptionist looked up at her coldly. Geez, the people at this hospital sure are friendly, she thought sarcastically. “Visiting hours are from 12:00 p.m. to 7:00 p.m. Please come back in-” the woman looked up at the clock, “-forty-seven minutes.” Then the woman briskly turned away to deal with a small boy who looked as though he had tried to see how long he could stick a fork into an electrical socket.

“But, can't I see her now? I got to last night and that was at like-midnight!” Kagome protested a little too loudly. The child (the stupid one with the fork and the electrical socket…) and his mother turned to look at Kagome and she blushed slightly. The receptionist turned too, and glared down at her. “That was because you were bringing her to the hospital, not visiting.” She said matter-of-factly.

“But-” Kagome stuttered. She tried to think of a witty comeback, but failed to find anything to say. She never was good at comebacks. Sighing, she walked dejectedly over to a lumpy looking couch, and was about to sit down when she heard a familiar voice from behind her.

“I'm sure, Ms. Sen, that it wouldn't hurt to let this nice young lady see her friend, would it?” The receptionist seemed hung up between the rules and the young, handsome, doctor. Finally she nodded, shooting Kagome a look that said: `nice young lady'? Hmf. But she let Kagome pass through the second set of doors after Dr. Koga.

“It's so nice to see you again Ms. Kagome!” Dr. Koga remarked as he looked over his chart, probably searching for Sango's room. Kagome rubbed the back of her neck uncomfortably, “Yeah, I guess… So, how's Sango?” She asked abruptly, changing the subject.

“Very well, though I must admit, she put up quite a fight when it was time for the stitches.” Kagome laughed, wishing she could have been there to see what had happened. She hoped that Sango had gotten in a few punches before they got her under control.

“She scratched a few nurses, bit one, and punched me in the nose,” Koga said, counting on his fingers. Kagome looked up at his face to notice a large purple bruise spread across the right side of his nose. She snorted and shook her head, “That's Sango alright.”

Dr. Koga fingered his nose as he added, “We finally had to put her under with general anesthetic, then we got her sewed up.” Kagome smiled, not feeling too sorry for Sango, but more towards the hospital staff. They stopped abruptly in front of a stainless steel door labeled: Room 128 and underneath it on a hand-written card slipped into a slot on the door: Arakawa, Sango.

“Ah, here we are, she should be awake by now.” Koga smiled warmly at Kagome who blushed and slipped into the room, closing the door quickly behind her. She heaved a sigh of relief to be away from the American doctor. It wasn't that she didn't like the doctor, it was just that she had a fleeting suspicion that he was hitting on her the whole time.

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“A breach of medical law I tell you!” Sango complained to her mother and Kagome, “Isn't there something that says that you can't put someone under drugs unless their legal guardian okays it?!” Ari and Kagome were trying hard to keep straight faces as they listened to Sango's testimony.

“Honey,” Ari said hesitantly, “I did sign the papers that said they had full medical responsibility over you. I gave them permission.” Sango glared at her mother and then at Kagome, looking for support. Kagome gave her an apologetic look, and Sango slitted her eyes to glare at the two of them. “Traitors,” She mumbled, clenching her fists, “As soon as I'm out of this hospital bed, you are so gonna pay…”

“You have to be on crutches for a week though, Sango.” Kagome pointed out happily. Sango glared at the two before huffily pulling the cover over her head, “You guys are supposed to be cheering me up. Do something useful, like bringing me a mocha or something.”

Ari took this chance to scamper out of the room. Kagome glared at her retreating back and then looked back at Sango. She had a mischievous, naughty look on her face.

“What?” Kagome asked suspiciously.

Sango let out an evil laugh, “That assistant doctor was totally hitting on you!” Kagome blushed a deep crimson as she tried to argue weakly, “I don't know… he's too old for me anyways.” Sango just laughed, and pointed at Kagome. “You're blushing; you think he's hot, huh?”

“NO!” Kagome yelled playfully, tossing a pillow at Sango's face, “I do NOT think he's hot!” Sango wasn't done with the accusations yet, however. “You have your hopes on someone else than,” She asked impishly, “Maybe a certain Inuyasha?”

Kagome's blush deepened and she looked at the ground. “No,” She muttered, trying to keep her voice from cracking, “Is it that obvious?” She asked Sango, looking up at her friend. Sango shook her head, “No, not unless you pay attention to details, then it's pretty obvious.”

Kagome had mixed emotions. It seemed as though a great weight had been taken from her, but she was also worried, worried that Sango might let slip her feelings. “Don't you dare tell, you hear!” Sango laughed and swore that she wouldn't, but Kagome hoped the promise was not soon forgotten.

* * *

Kagome sat on the edge of Sango's bed for the next couple hours talking and gossiping trying to keep Sango occupied. Ari hadn't come back and Kagome had a sneaking suspicion that she had made a run for it. Ari wasn't your regular mother; she had had Sango very early, when she was sixteen or seventeen, and so she was closer to an older sister than to a mother. At times she could be immature and teenager-ish, but when it all came down to it, she was a good mother nonetheless.

“So, what's up with that doctor anyways?” Kagome asked, half to herself. Sango, who was flipping through the news channels (apparently the hospitals hadn't discovered the wonders of digital cable…), looked up at Kagome. A small one-sided grin that she always wore when she was about to tell some juicy secret crept across her face. “Well… He's from New York-isn't that so cool, New York? Okay, well anyways, he's doing this internship because all of the doctors need that crud to start working for real… you know to go on their resume so they look good and all…”

“So he is from America,” Kagome interrupted, “I knew it! Americans sure are weird…” Sango nodded absently and added, “I guess if you live in a country where your president's mind works similar to that of a hamster you become a little bit idiotic yourself.”

“I don't think he's that much of an idiot…just-” She paused, “-weird.” Kagome realized too late that she had sounded a little too protective than she had meant. Sango looked at her curiously from underneath her long bangs. “Really Kagome, is that so?” She said mysteriously. Kagome tried not to giggle, but Sango's hilarious impression of a cross between the girl from The Ring and Cousin It was just too funny.

The two girls broke down, laughing hysterically, stopping, and laughing at the fact that they had stopped laughing. In the middle of the two girls' laughing extravaganza, a certain silver-haired someone made himself comfortable in a chair near the bed, waiting for someone to notice him.

Finally, after he realized that the girls weren't going to (A) stop laughing anytime soon or (B) notice him, he clear his throat loudly. “Excuse me, pardon my rudeness but-” The man was cut off by a scream from the girl in the bed, “How the hell did you get in here and who the hell are you?”

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Ahhh, I finally had the chance to sit down and finish this chapter! I'm so happy! All of the people reading this story probably have totally lost interest now!! Damn! Well, if you're still there out there somewhere, be patient, please! I don't own my own computer so until I do, I might not be very consistent, but I promise that I will finish this story! Thanks so much for your support!