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Waiting on a Wish	By : Quillwing717 Category: InuYasha > General Views: 42891 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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CHAPTER 18

When
she woke, it wasn’t because of morning sunlight seeping through
the drapes -- her eyes slipped open to a room steeped in darkness.
She lay still for a moment, staring blankly at nothing and wondering
vaguely why she’d woken. The shadows cloaked everything save
for the faint light drifting in through the doorway; that meant it
was either really late or really early. Everything around her seemed
quiet and calm. Nothing amiss.

But
why was she so hot?

For
a moment, her brow wrinkled as she tried to shake off the sleep-fog,
tried to figure out why her entire body felt like it was burning.
Acceding to the time of year, the apartment should be cool, but for
some reason she felt swamped with heat, almost smothered by it. It
had wrapped around her body, pushing the air from her lungs and
adding lightheadedness to her disorientation -- and was she
shivering? That didn’t make any sense. If she didn’t know
any better, she’d think she was sick.

Her
brow cleared and she blinked again.

Her
eyes narrowed as she peered through the darkness, then rounded in
sudden panic.

It
wasn’t her. It was him.

InuYasha
lay curled around her with his usual protective hold, the blankets
tangled around them both compounding his weight -- except that
tonight he was anything but relaxed. His arms dug into her waist like
heated bands of metal, hard and unforgiving as they squeezed her rib
cage, making it hard for her to breathe. He was fidgeting restlessly
in his sleep, his fingers flexing between her skin and the sheets,
and every few moments, faint shudders wracked through the intimate
press of their bodies so that she felt them as if they were her own.

All
of that alone would have been cause enough for concern. But the heat…

The
heat coming off him in waves had her shoving at his shoulders, trying
to push him far enough away that she could examine him. His skin
burned, scalded to the touch, far hotter than was healthy for any
living individual--human, youkai, or hanyou. His face seared
into the sensitive skin of her neck, and the sweat filming his body
slicked along hers as well, sealing them together.

“InuYasha?”
Her voice came out a mere whisper as she reached up so her hands
could frame his face, worry immediately swamping through her chest as
she tugged at his burning cheeks. “Wake up!”

He
didn’t respond. Not even a twitch of his ears or eyelids, not
even when she shook him. He would have looked like he was merely
asleep if it weren’t for the violent tremors. He was shaking
almost as if he was freezing, but damp hair clung to his temples.
Short, uneven heaves of his chest betrayed the raggedness of his
breathing. He obviously had a fever, and she didn’t need a
thermometer to know it was dangerously high.

Gods.
He was seriously sick.

Kagome
swallowed and started wriggling around, trying to free herself from
his grasp. Worry and sudden alarm fueled her desperation as she tried
to force his arms to unclamp from her waist.

She
wasn’t sure what had brought on this abrupt spike in his body
temperature, but she knew that it wasn’t normal. Normal fevers
didn’t send the body into shaking fits; normal fevers didn’t
leave a person senseless. She also knew that, hanyou or not, if she
didn’t bring it down fast, he could die. She choked, and
tears prickled behind her eyes as she glanced around the room, her
mind working furiously for the best way to lower it quickly.

He
shuddered, head tossing, then shifted, and her squirming finally paid
off as she slipped from his arms. Loose now, she scampered off the
bed before his seeking hands could capture her again. The moment she
left, his restlessness increased and he turned over. The sheets
twisted around his hips, his movements growing more violent as his
fingers skimmed the sheets, as if reaching out, searching for
something, an agonized frown twisting his expression.

She
bit her lip hard, trying to think. He almost looked like he was
seizing. Almost, but not quite; he didn’t look like he was a
danger to himself, and that made dealing with the fever top priority.

She
turned and dashed, stark naked, out into the living room, streaking
for the kitchen.

Phone,
phone, phone. Where’s the damn phone?!

She
stopped. That’s right. He didn’t have one. Her palm
smacked against the nearest countertop in frustration, and she glared
across the dark shadows and angles of the apartment. Where was her
phone? Probably in her purse. Where was her purse? It was nowhere in
sight, and she didn’t even remember coming into the apartment,
much less what she’d done with her stupid bag. She didn’t
have the time to waste looking for it.

Bring
the fever down. Have to bring the fever down, Kagome.

Frantic,
swearing under her breath, she grabbed the first container she could
find--a small plastic bowl--and filled it with water, taking precious
seconds to make sure it was neither hot nor cold. Rummaging through
drawers, she grabbed as many cloths as she could find and ran back to
the bedroom, muttering constantly, alternating between unwitting
imprecations and pleading for him to be all right.

She
got back to the bed, set the bowl on the night table, and pulled a
washcloth from the water. Hopping up onto the mattress beside him,
she held the sodden cloth over his chest and wrung it out. The
lukewarm water splashed against his superheated skin, and for one
unnerving second, she could swear it sizzled.

She
caught his wince as his eyes snapped open, and he inhaled on a gasp,
jerking upright into a sitting position. A startled ‘eep’
left her throat as his hand--too hot, almost literally
burning--wrapped around her wrist in a grip so tight that, for a
moment, she thought her bones would snap. “Kagome!” His
voice was low, distorted, filled with an almost desperate terror,
lacking in air. “Get out of the way!”

She
could see his eyes--even in the dark they were glazed over, seeing
things that she couldn’t. She swallowed, then leaned forward,
ignoring the pain in her wrist, and used her free hand to press the
damp coolness of the washcloth against the side of his face. “I’m
here, InuYasha.” Heat immediately suffused the cloth beneath
her palm and it sent a converse chill shivering down her spine. She
drew a deep breath. “You have to calm down. Please.”

He
was still trembling beneath her hands, but at her voice, his hold on
her wrist loosened. “Kagome?” He blinked, and the
glazed-over quality of his eyes began to fade as they focused on her.
“You just….”

At
least he was talking to her now.

“I’m
here.” She couldn’t fight them anymore. The tears,
already thick in her voice, slipped from the edges of her lashes.
“Please, InuYasha, you’re very sick. Please lay back
down.”

Another blink, and then he was staring at her with confused,
horrified eyes, emerged from whatever fever-induced vision that had
gripped his mind. “Kagome…” His voice sounded
strange. Strained. Relieved. Packed tight with some unidentifiable
emotion. His fingers slipped from her wrist only to grasp at her
shoulders. Her eyes widened and she reacted on instinct, her fingers
encircling his forearms as his gaze drifted over her body, taking in
every inch of naked skin.

“You’re….”
One hand dragged forward, claws trailing along her skin, over the
slope of her shoulder and between the curves of her breasts. His palm
flattened into the hollow between them, almost directly over the
place where her heart beat a deep, thunderous rhythm against her
ribs. “All right?”

He
sounded like a little boy, begging for reassurance. She was afraid he
was still hallucinating. “Of course I’m all right.
InuYasha, you have to let me go! Lay down, okay? I’ll find my
phone and call for help. You’re sick. You need treatment.”
She swallowed back a sob, unsure of what was going on, but terrified
by the unnatural heat radiating from his body. “Please!”

His
eyes widened and complete awareness crept through the darkened amber
irises, clearing away the last of the fog. “Damn.” He let
out a ragged sigh, and his body slumped forward, his forehead coming
to rest against hers, the heat of his skin smooth and stark. “Forget
it. I’m fine.”

Her
brow furrowed against his and she gave a hesitant sniff to stem the
flow of tears. He sounded different now. Muted, responsive…regretful?
“InuYasha?”

“Don’t
go.”

He’d
closed his eyes, so she couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but
his voice told her that he was back with her -- her InuYasha
had finally struggled back from whatever distant and bleak place his
mind had taken him. But his muscles still trembled with the shock of
the sudden fever, and his skin still felt like it could melt ice.
“But your fever! We need to call for help so I can --”

“Kagome.”
The way he interrupted her -- quiet, completely calm even though he
still couldn’t draw in a deep breath -- silenced her more
effectively than any yelling he’d ever done. “I’m
fine. It’ll go away.” The hand not resting against her
heart reached up and his fingers slid into her hair, capturing her
head, exerting gentle pressure to keep her forehead pressed against
his. His thumb grazed along her cheek, smearing the damp trail of her
tears. “Don’t leave.”

“I….
But….” She hesitated. Every logical bone in her body was
screaming at her to get him help, and do it fast, because a fever
that came on this fast could leave him dead even faster. Besides, he
was acting so….

“Please.”

His
voice had dropped to a gentle, aching whisper, and smashed through
all her rational, responsible intentions.

Gods.

He
needed her to stay with him. How could she do anything but stay?

Swallowing
around the thick lump sitting at the bottom of her throat, she gave
him her consent by wrapping her arms around his waist. “If you
get any worse, I’m dragging you out of here by your ears,”
she threatened softly.

She felt his nod, and he shifted, sliding his arms around her back
and pulling her close into the severe heat of his body. He fell back
against the bed and rolled, putting her beneath him, his forearms
flat against sheets, his fingers weaving through the loose, inky
spread of her hair. For a moment, he stared at her through the
shadows, searching her features almost anxiously.

His
lips parted, and he breathed out words that she had to strain to
hear. “You’re alive.”

Her
own lips parted then, to wonder, to question, but his nose was
suddenly in her neck, taking in her scent, wandering down her body
until he reached the dip between her breasts. The same spot his hand
had covered before. Her heart gave a rapid, electric jump as his
mouth hovered just above her skin, his breath damp, uneven bursts of
warmth. Goose bumps prickled her flesh and she shivered, stunned that
he could do that to her even while he was desperately sick.

He
groaned, very softly, then pressed his face between her breasts.
Instinctively, her arms went around his head, hugging him close. Her
fingers stroked at his ears -- and she noted with dismay that the
skin underneath the fine layer of fur emitted its own searing heat --
offering the comfort he seemed to want. His arms slipped around her
waist, holding her close, but not so tight that he cut off her air.
He was gentler now, more in control and aware of what he was doing.
That was reassuring.

They
lay together for a few minutes of silence before, she noted with
shock that his skin didn’t seem as overwhelmingly heated as it
had when she woke up. The deep-muscle tremors shaking his body faded;
his breathing eased and the rhythm of his heart and lungs smoothed
out. She swallowed again. He’d said he’d be fine. He’d
sounded so confident, like he knew….

Maybe
he did.

Slowly,
all his symptoms disappeared, fading away as if they’d never
been. His skin was cooling rapidly now -- she could almost feel
his temperature dropping. A little while later, she could tell he was
asleep again, the weight of his body over hers going completely
relaxed and pleasantly heavy. For an instant, she was terrified,
afraid she’d made the wrong decision and he’d slipped
into a coma -- but his breathing was regular, and his temperature as
normal as ever. Most importantly, his ears had started the odd,
irregular twitching that always signified deep sleep. He was…fine.

Kagome
stared down at him, at his head pillowed on her breast, at the
peaceful expression of a dreamless sleep. Her arms tightened around
his head, fingers entwining tightly into the silver, sweat-damp
strands falling softly around them both. She held him tight, held him
close, the remnants of pure dread still threading through her spirit.

What
had that been, anyway?

She’d
never seen anything like that before. A fever was generally an
indication of something else wrong with the body -- a sign of some
foreign infection, perhaps some metabolic malfunction. They usually
weren’t anything to be concerned about, except in extremely
rare cases where the temperature climbed high enough to potentially
harm. But body temperature wasn’t supposed to fluctuate at
those extremes. She had no idea what to make of it, and she was
disturbed that he seemed so used to it.

Had
it happened before? Was that why he’d seemed so unconcerned? Oh
gods, if it had happened more than once there could be something else
wrong. Something neurological, maybe -- but for a youkai? She
frowned, teeth chewing anxiously at her bottom lip.

She
needed to take a good look at him. Get him to the clinic for a full
check up, CAT scan -- maybe even ask Kaede if she knew of anything
that could cause what she’d just seen. Tomorrow, first thing,
she really would drag him out of here by his ears. She would
have preferred to do it right away, but he was sleeping so peacefully
now that she didn’t have the heart to wake him. It could wait a
little while. After all, she didn’t have to get up for
another….

She
frowned and strained her neck to glance around the room. No signs of
a clock.

With
a sigh, she let her head drop wearily onto the pillow. No matter.
She’d just make him come with her in the morning. Until then….

She
let her fingers skim around his ear and it flicked at her, almost in
irritation. For the first time since she’d woken, her features
softened into a smile and she wriggled around just enough to get
really comfortable.

Until
then, as long as he sleeps like this, I guess
it’s okay to just watch.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

She
opened her eyes to the bright glow of sunlight filtering though the
drapes, and she was so disoriented that, for a moment, all she did
was lay unmoving and stare with wide eyes, taking in the strength of
the light permeating the room.

Opened
her eyes?

Oh
no. Had she actually fallen asleep?

Her
heart slammed into her throat. Sucking in a breath, she jerked
upright, her hands fisting in the sheets to keep them from falling to
her waist as her eyes sought out InuYasha. She nearly jumped when she
confronted the bleary golden eye glaring up at her from just beside
her hip. Her abrupt shift had upset them both from a comfortable
cuddle, dumping his head onto the mattress and his arm onto her lap,
where it lay heavily across her thighs.

She
blinked at him, and for a long moment they just stared at each other.
Then, hesitantly, she reached down and brushed at the strands of
silver falling over his forehead. “You’re awake.”
Her fingertips skimmed over sin of normal warmth and she breathed a
sigh of relief and felt the tension seep from her posture. “How
are you feeling?”

He
blinked back at her, and his black brows crept upward. “Feeling?”

Kagome
studied him, half-worried, half-impatient. “You had a very high
fever last night.” Her throat tightened. “I was afraid
you were having a seizure.”

The
cautious look disappeared abruptly from his features and he blinked.
“Fever?” His back muscles rippled, a subtle flex of
contained strength, as he pushed up and turned away from her, his
fists clenching in the mess of sheets and blankets that tangled
across the bed. “I woke you up, didn’t I?”

She
eyed the rigid set of his shoulders uneasily and beat back a wayward
yawn. “InuYasha?”

His
ears flicked in a faint wince, then he surprised her by flopping back
against the mattress with a weary sigh. “Shit. It wasn’t
what you think.”

“Not
what I think?” She frowned. “What are you talking about?
You were sick last night,” she said firmly. “You
had a terrible fever.”

“It
was nothing.” His lip curled and she caught the flash of his
canines.

She
stopped. “What?”

“It
was nothing. It was stupid. Just forget about it. I’m fine.”

“Forget about it?” Her eyes rounded in disbelief. “You
were hallucinating! You were burning up, and when I tried to talk to
you, you were barely coherent; if you’d been human last
night, you might have --” She swallowed, feeling the anxiety
from last night come creeping back. “You might have been in
serious trouble.”

She
waited for him to respond, but he just lay there, almost unnaturally
still, his gaze trained stubbornly on the far wall. She dug her teeth
into her bottom lip and glanced around. “If I’d been able
to find my phone, you and I would be at the nearest medical facility
right now.” She narrowed her eyes and slanted him a hard
glance. “Where is my phone, anyway? I have to call the
clinic and let them know that I’m --”

That
got his attention. He jerked up onto his elbows to glare at her.
“You’re not going to work!”

Incredulity
froze her on the bed. “Of course I’m going to work! And
you’re my first patient, so….” She
hesitated, looking around again with the strains of weariness,
wondering how long it would take before she could schedule an MRI.
Probably as long as it took to apologize for being late, if she
judged the time by the strength of the sun.
He snorted. “I’m
fine. You should stay home and rest.” A pause. “You
didn’t get much sleep last night.”

She
ignored him as the tension returned to her shoulders. “What
time is it, anyway?” She blew out a breath and slid towards the
edge of the bed, dragging the sheet with her. Where had her clothes
gone, anyway? She didn’t remember taking them off. But then,
she didn’t remember much of anything after getting into the car
last night.

She started talking, musing absently out loud while she searched for
her missing garments. “I’m supposed to be at work at
nine, but if I’m late I can find a way to make it up -- just
stay late or work a few extra hours on the weekend, maybe.”

“Hey!”
The mattress shook and the sheets rustled. His voice moved, and she
could tell he’d sat all the way up. “Are you even
listening to me?”

She
refused to look at him, scanning the carpet beneath the dais. “I
listened to you last night. That was enough. This morning you’re
going to listen to me.” She finally spotted the pile of clothes
near the foot of the bed.

“Damn
it, Kagome!” He griped at her bare back. “I can see that
you’re still tired. You haven’t slept right in days. It’s
stupid to be worried about getting to work on time when--”

She
rounded on him, the sheets twisting uncomfortably around her torso,
mussed hair flying into her face. “You idiot!”

Her
enraged screech stopped him mid-word, and he gaped.

“I’m
not worried about work! I’m worried about you!
You scared me last night! I was afraid you were going to --”
She stopped, slamming her lips between her teeth to keep herself from
finishing the thought out loud.

He
stared at her, the amber of his eyes tinged with shock, one ear at a
funny angle and silver hair tangled about his bare shoulders.

She
stared back, then slowly unclamped her teeth and let out a breath.
“That’s why I want you to come with me. So I can do a few
tests.”

The
scowl returned instantly. “I ain’t going anywhere for
some stupid examination. It was just a nightmare.”

“Then
it won’t hurt you to let me make sure.”

The
stubborn lines settled into his face. He crossed his arms. “I
told you, I’m fine.”

Her
knuckled whitened against the sheets. For a moment, she fought back
tears born of pure frustration. “How do you know?! You weren’t
fine last night!”

Just
let me make sure you’re okay. Please.

He
was giving her that unfathomable stare. Then he sighed and moved
towards her. “Fine.”

She
breathed a sigh of relief and let her shoulders slump as he came to a
stop in front of her.

“You
want to examine me?” His fingers closed over the fist still
holding the sheet to her breasts and he tugged. “Examine me
now.”

She
blinked at him. “Huh?”

InuYasha
tugged again and succeeded in loosening the sheet; it fell to her
waist with only a minor reddening of her cheeks. He had a determined
look in his eyes. “Examine me here. That way you’ll
know that I’m okay, and you don’t have to stay and work
when you should be resting.”

“But
I don’t have my bag, or any of the equipment we use for some of
the tests I want to do. It’s pointless to --”

His
jaw clenched impatiently, and his hand tensed around her fist. “Those
stupid machines aren’t going to tell you anything useful. It’s
a waste of time.”

Kagome
paused, frowning at his tone. “Wait. How do you know that?”

He
flinched and dropped her hand. His gaze fell away from hers. She
waited.

After
a moment, his lip curled. “Because I’ve had all kinds of
tests done before. When I was a kid. They never found anything
wrong.”

She
sucked in a breath. “What happened last night has happened
before?” Oh gods. He had been speaking from experience.
What had he called it? A nightmare. She frowned. “When?”

He
blew out an exasperated sound through his nose and rolled his eyes.
“When I was real young. It was always the same thing -- a
really bad fever, the same dream. My mother couldn’t figure out
what was wrong with me, so my parents took me to a hospital. They did
all kinds of stuff trying to figure out what was wrong with me, but
everything said I was normal. Since there was nothing anyone could
do, I just sweated them out until they went away.”

She
felt her eyes go wide. “Normal?” She didn’t
understand how he could be so nonchalant about something so abnormal.
Especially when she was so worried about it. “What
happened last night was not normal. And if they went away, why
are they back now?”

He
shrugged, but didn’t quite meet her eyes. “Who cares?
It’s not like they hurt me or anything. It comes, it goes, and
I’m fine. I --” he hesitated, and the strangest look
flashed across his face just before he turned to stare at the drapes
on the other side of the room. His voice dropped to a mumble. “I
barely remember them at all.”

He
doesn’t remember them?

She
hadn’t asked about the content of his dreams.

Gaze
troubled, she brushed at the strands of wild black hair falling
across her face and studied the rigid set of his shoulders. Something
felt off here; his standoffishness seemed misplaced, and the
uneasiness of it trickled down her spine like a drop of ice water.
She couldn’t tell whether he was uncomfortable, embarrassed, or
even afraid, but…. Once again, it almost felt as if he were
deliberately keeping something from her.

She
frowned and opened her mouth to simply ask him about it -- and
was sidetracked by a jaw-cracking yawn. Not wanting to draw his
attention and give him more ammunition, she sighed and let it go. She
turned and slid towards the edge of the bed, being doubly careful to
keep the sheet in place around her otherwise naked body.

He
had called it a nightmare. Maybe he just didn’t want to
talk about it. Maybe, like with his human night, he was afraid it
would make him seem weak. To him, that would be a good reason for him
to keep his nightmare from her. Then again, maybe he’d just had
a bad experience with the last doctor he’d gone to.

Secretly,
she grinned. The last doctor besides me, that is. She didn’t
think his visit with her had turned out all that unpleasant for him.

Either
way it didn’t matter. This was important to her. She wasn’t
about to back down. She wanted to see for herself that he was as
healthy as he claimed. It wasn’t an unreasonable request. He
could do that much for her.

“So
they didn’t find anything when you were little. That was years
ago.” Her feet hit the dais, then the carpet as she padded over
to the pile of clothes. “It might be different now. We know
more; we might find out what causes it if we just look.” She
crouched down and started sifting. “It’s just a simple
checkup.”

There
was a moment of silence, then a flat, unyielding, “Forget it.
I’m not taking any more of those stupid tests.”

She
had an answer for him, a good one, and she would have used it if she
hadn’t suddenly found herself staring at three different scraps
of cloth containing pieces of her bra, shirt, and skirt,
respectively. “InuYasha!” She shot to her feet and
pointed wadded bits of bra-and-blouse at him with an outraged shriek.
“You cut up my clothes again!”

He
drew back a little from the small bundle in her fist, looking
nonplussed. “So? You were sleeping and I didn’t want to
wake you up. It was the easiest way.”

“So?!”
She glared at him. “So how am I supposed to go anywhere if you
keep cutting up all of my clothes?!”

He
looked surprised, then triumphant. A slow smirk curved his mouth and
he crossed his arms. “Guess that means you can’t go
anywhere, doesn’t it?”

She
gaped at him. “You can’t be serious.”

“Hell
yes, I’m serious. You haven’t been sleeping right, and I
can tell you’re still beat.” He scowled. “You don’t
take enough care of yourself.” His manner made it clear that he
thought he was taking care of her instead.

It
was becoming clear that they were having a repeat of yesterday’s
early morning spat. Except this time, he seemed more determined to
get his way.

She
shook her head, just about fed up. “Never mind. Where’s
my bag?”

“Still
in the car.”

“You
left it in the car?” She sighed and glared down at her ruined
clothes. No wonder she hadn’t been able to find her phone last
night. At any rate, she really didn’t feel like standing around
draped in a sheet while they argued about leaving the apartment.
“Could you go get it? At least I can wear my clothes from the
other day,” she wrinkled her nose, “even if they are
dirty.”

She
refused to admit that he might be right about how tired she was: so
what if she was a little tired? She’d done with far less
sleep during medical school, and a few extra yawns here and there
didn’t hurt anyone. More importantly, she needed to make sure
that what had interrupted her sleep last night didn’t mean that
something was really wrong with him. She was confident that he would
understand that -- just as soon as he fetched her clothes so she
wasn’t standing around naked.

Note
to self: establish some rules about clothing.

“No.”

“What?”
Her head whipped around so quickly that her neck cricked. She winced,
and the pain only aggravating her further. “What do you mean,
“No”? I have to wear something.”

His
shoulders lifted in a shrug before he reached out to tug at the sheet
that she’d pulled nearly all the way off the bed. “Why?
You’re not going anywhere.”

For
a moment, she was speechless. “I have other obligations. You
can’t force me to stay here!”

One
of his ears twitched, and in the space of a breath his expression
went from arrogant to subdued. “It’s my fault that you’re
so tired, Kagome. Stay and catch up on your sleep. They’ll
understand if you need the day off.”

Whuh. Her outrage deserted her in one breath. She hadn’t
been expecting guilt from him. Did he really feel that responsible
for her? Her expression softened. “Well….” The
past few weeks had been a little on the crazy side. Maybe he
was right.

Then
he stretched out across the comforter on his stomach, the movement
lazy and self-satisfied. “Besides, I’m not going to the
clinic. I don’t need you to tell me I’m healthy.”
The tiniest hint of a smirk twisted his lips.

And
maybe he was just being an arrogant jerk.

“Oooooh!
You…. You!” Her patience snapped, and she threw
the scraps of her clothes at him. Irritatingly, he didn’t
flinch when they hit him. He yawned and rested his head on his arms.
The smirk didn’t budge.

Her
eyes narrowed. This was a power play, plain and simple. He didn’t
want to go. She insisted, and he thought he could get away with
ignoring her. If she didn’t know any better, she’d think
he was even enjoying it.

Her
spine stiffened. Nope. No way was she letting this go.

She
dropped the sheet so that it draped off the side of the bed. She
propped her fists on her hips and glared at him. “Fine,”
she clipped out. “I’ll go get my bag myself.”

His
head jerked up. “What? You can’t go outside like
that!”

She
shrugged. “If you won’t go get me the bag that has the
only wearable clothing I currently have with me, then I’ll just
have to go get them myself.” She spread her hands, displaying
her nakedness without as much as a hint of embarrassment. “As
is.”

He
scowled at her. “You wouldn’t dare!”

“Oh
really? What are you going to do to stop me? Chain me up?”

A
growl. “That’s stupid! Just stay here!”

Her
mouth firmed. “No. You can’t keep me here if I don’t
want to be here! I’m going to work, and you’re going to
let me check you like I do any of my other patients.”

He
snorted, tone belligerent. “No.” He hesitated. “You
don’t have the guts to go parading outside without any clothes
on anyway.”

Don’t
have the guts?! Infuriated, she sniffed and turned on her heel.
“Watch me!”

“Bah.
You know you won -- hey, stop!”

She
stalked out into the hallway, ignoring both the glare and the bellow
he threw after her. “Kagome!”

High
dudgeon carried her all the way into the living room before she
realized what she was doing. Her heart slammed a nervous staccato
into her chest, and her feet froze to the carpet.

Oh
gods. What was she thinking? Had she seriously just
threatened to do something so utterly ridiculous? She couldn’t
have found some other way of making a point with him? She couldn’t
have threatened to steal his clothes and walk out nearly
naked, at the very least? What had gotten into her, anyway?

Oh
damn. Maybe he was right about her being tired. She didn’t
seem to be thinking straight.

But
was she about to admit it? Not a chance in hell.

Now
that she’d said it, she only had two options: back down and go
back to the room, in which case further arguing about going to clinic
would be moot because he’d think he’d won, or keep going
until he stopped her. And he would stop her. Of course he would. If
he didn’t react to her irrational threat the way she thought he
would, she would have to parade herself through the building…
naked.

Oh
gods. Please let him react.

Her
eyes darted around the apartment and landed on the keys, tossed
carelessly onto the island in the kitchen. Oops. She’d
forgotten she would need those to get into the vehicle.

Yep.
Definitely not thinking straight.

Seriously.
What was it about him that brought this out in her?

She
sighed and picked them up, making sure they jangled loudly. Then,
heart in her throat and lamenting her own fit of stubborn absurdity
as she went, she walked over to the door. Put her hand on the knob.

Hesitated.
Bit her lip. Prayed there was no one on the other side.

Stupid,
stupid, stupid. I can’t believe you’re doing this,
Kagome. Don’t open that door. You don’t have to play
ridiculous power games with him to get your own clothes. Just go
borrow some of his clothes.

She
closed her eyes and sighed. But then he might see that as backing
down. If I do that, he won’t realize that he can’t just
force me to do whatever he wants because he feels like it, will he?

Tightened
her fingers.

Besides,
he’ll stop me. He wouldn’t dare let her run around
exposed. It would go against every protective instinct he had.

Just
like you wouldn’t dare walk outside naked?

The
door started to swing open, and she stopped.

Oh
for heaven’s sake! I can’t do this! This is just --

“Damn
it, Kagome!”

His
hand came from behind her and slammed the door back the few inches it
had opened. She nearly shrieked at the bang.

“What
the fuck are you thinking?! You were really gonna --”

A
huge, relieved smile blossomed across her face. Releasing the breath
she hadn’t realized she was holding, she whirled, threw her
arms around his neck and thanked him enthusiastically for saving her
from her own stupidity. Noticing that he’d already donned a
pair of jeans didn’t dampen her enthusiasm in the slightest.
She surprised him, and he tripped backwards over his own feet. They
hit the carpet with a loud thud. He got over it immediately, however,
and since he couldn’t yell at her with her tongue in his
mouth….

She
forgot to be angry: she forgot about his fever, that he’d held
things back from her and tried to force her into staying with him. He
forgot, too: he forgot that she was working too hard and that she’d
been about to foolishly parade through a building of strange hanyou
without any clothes on. They both forgot to finish their silly little
squabble -- and Kagome decided that she had much better ways
of convincing InuYasha to do things that he didn’t want to do.

He
eventually took her to work. Late again (very late, in fact).
And fully dressed in yesterday’s clothes.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The
oddest sense of déjà vu hit her when he dropped down
near the clinic (no car today; they’d simply been running too
late). He mumbled a curse and let her slide off his back onto the
sidewalk. Kagome barely noticed her feet on solid ground; her eyes
took in the scene before her and she wondered, somewhat absently,
what had happened to the days when she would always arrive to work on
time and with nothing but a heavy case load to worry about.

News vans took up odd angles on the street and in the small parking
lot that they shouldn’t be taking. People with electronic
equipment and plastic badges milled everywhere. Women standing in
front of portable camera crews spoke with odd, vapid smiles into
large microphones. The glass entrance doors were flanked by several
black-suited gentlemen with rigid postures and dark glasses. More
black suits stood in strategic groupings near the ambulance bay and
around the building.

InuYasha
shifted his stance, taking it all in. “What the hell is all
this?”

“Not
another rogue attack, I hope,” she murmured.

He
slanted her a skeptical look. “Without me knowing? Miroku would
have called.”

“Called?”
She slanted a sharp one back. “Wait. Where was your
phone last night?”

He
shrugged, then tapped at his jacket pocket. His jacket had been
tossed on the floor with the rest of his clothes.

Of
course.

Kagome
shook her head, bemused, and started for the entrance. InuYasha
followed, no more than two steps behind her. Two of the men guarding
the front stepped in front of them. One held up a hand. “This
is a random security check. I need to see your identification.”

Random
security check?

Behind
her, she heard InuYasha let out a faint growl, and spoke quickly to
cut him off. “I’m one of the doctors on duty today,”
she said politely. “May I ask why we have such security
measures today?”

Not
even a glint off the slick surface of the shades. “ID, please.”

ID?
Since when do I need my ID to walk into a medical facility open to
the public? Annoyed, but not wanting to make an issue with a
volatile hanyou at her back, she dug through her bag until she found
the plastic badge with her picture and presented it to the man
barring her way. He took it from her and held it out to another
dark-suited man, who checked it against a clipboard, and nodded
before returning it to her.

“Doctor
Higurashi.” He tipped his head at InuYasha inquisitively. “And
him?”

She
rolled her eyes. “He’s a patient.” She tossed a
look over her shoulder, daring him to object. He glared back at her,
but his mouth stayed sealed in its grim line.

Another
nod and the man with the clipboard picked up a pen. “Name?”

Golden
eyes snapped at him with impatience. “What the hell makes that
any of your business?”

Kagome
put a calming hand behind her, resting it lightly on a tense forearm,
and sighed. “Takegawa InuYasha. Now could you please tell us
what is happening here?”

Neither
of the two so much as flinched. The pen scratched the paper for a
minute before they handed her back her badge. “Tightened
security for the duration of the tour. There have been some threats
against Minister Nakamura’s life. Thank you for your
cooperation.”

“Threats?”
Kagome blinked as they ignored her and moved towards the nearest van.
“Minister Nakamura? What tour?” She glanced back at
InuYasha.

His
eyes had gone to the clinic, and his scowl grew black. “Fuck.
Remind me to stop bringing you to work.”

“You
know what they’re talking about?”

His
lip curled, showing fang. Irritation scrawled across his face,
dripped from his voice. “Yeah. That guy’s the politician
bastard who’s been giving the Alliance all the trouble. But
what the hell is he doing here?”

“Politician….”
Her eyebrows arched and her mouth dropped open as her memory clicked
into place. “Oh! The man you were arguing with on TV.”
She winced and aimed a hesitant gaze at the doors. “Maybe it
would be better if you didn’t come in right now.”

He
snorted, and his look told her not to count on him leaving any time
soon. He snagged the badge still hanging from her fist and the bag
from her shoulder and strode for the entrance. With a defiant yank,
he opened one of the doors, then turned to look back at her with a
raised eyebrow.

With
a sigh, Kagome hurried after him.

Inside,
the waiting area hummed with a surprisingly low flow of activity. One
or two more portable television crews milled around collecting sound
bites, while a couple of print journalist took notes while
interviewing people. The occasional flash of blue-white light as
someone took a picture punctuated the scene. Minister Nakamura and
his expected entourage was nowhere in sight.

“Kagome!
InuYasha!”

From
her usual chair at the reception desk, Miso stood and waved them
over. Sighing once again, Kagome tossed a low murmur over her
shoulder. “I don’t suppose you’ll just leave
now that you can see that everything is fine?” Something about
this situation made her nervous, and his obvious agitation at hearing
the politician’s name wasn’t helping.

“Keh.”

“Didn’t
think so.”

With
a resigned lift of her shoulders, Kagome walked over to join Miso in
front of her computer. Miso’s face practically sparkled with
excitement. “You’re late! But you couldn’t have
picked a better time for it. No one but me even noticed because
everyone’s been too distracted by this mess.”

Kagome
set her bag on the desk. “What’s going on? I thought they
weren’t going to let me into the building.”

Miso’s
grin faded and she made a sour face. “Oh, the sunglass guys?
They’ve been causing all sorts of problems since they got here.
Minister Nakamura from the Ministry of Alliance Relations is here for
a tour of our clinic. He arrived out of the blue this morning with
all these people.” Her hands pressed against the desk as she
leaned in and her voice dropped to a whisper. “They say the
reason he has such a huge crows of reporters is because no one knows
what he’ll say next. He’s been openly attacking the
Alliance for weeks now. Strange, isn’t it? Considering he’s
the head of the government agency that’s supposed to help
mediate situations with the Alliance.” Her grin returned
full-force. “Can you believe all these reporters?”
She flipped her curls and winked suggestively at InuYasha. “What
do you think? Do I look presentable for television?”

The
question jolted him, and his brows twisted. “How should I
know?”

Kagome
glanced at him, then bit at the corner of her mouth to keep it from
twitching at his expression. “Why on earth would Minister
Nakamura want a tour of this clinic out of all the others?”

Miso
dropped the teasing grin and shrugged. “He’s been walking
around for about thirty minutes now, and every once in a while he’ll
stop and say something about how this place is a wonderful example of
the way humans and youkai should work together, and how the Makiguchi
group runs it so efficiently, and how the Alliance would be wise to
benefit from this example.”

Kagome
felt her blood boil. “What? He’s using this place
to convince people that humans should have control over the
Alliance?” Her dislike of Nakamura went from distant to
personal in a heartbeat. “How dare he! We help the injured and
sick here -- he has no business bringing us into his political
battle. Kaede would never approve of something like this!”

“I
don’t think he gives a damn what the old bat thinks.”
InuYasha stepped around behind the desk, sniffing at the air. “Where
is the dumbass, anyway?”

Miso
studied him for a moment, surprised by the anger in his voice. “He’s
in Dr. Hiraga’s office now, with all those reporters. I think
they’re doing some sort of interview together for a television
program.”

“Dr.
Hiraga?” Kagome couldn’t keep the dismay from her voice.
She’d never have thought that Dr. Hiraga, despite his faults,
would be the type of man to indulge in this kind of sensationalism.

InuYasha,
much to Miso’s fascination, started pacing back and forth in
the small workspace between the wall and the desk, a faint growl
rumbling somewhere in his chest. Miso had swiveled her desk chair all
the way around, and was using her feet to keep the chair swinging in
time with his paces.

Kagome
eyed him uneasily. “InuYasha, maybe it would be better if you
left for now and came back later. I can schedule an examination for
--”

He
stopped and shot her a glare. “No tests. And I’m not
leaving until that Nakamura guy does.”

She
folded her arms and tried reason. “But if he recognizes you,
you’ll only end up in another argument on television. You don’t
want that, do you?”

Miso’s
chair stopped moving. “Wait. He argued with the Minister on
television before?” She sounded offended. “When did that
happen?”

InuYasha
ignored the nurse. “Keh. Like I care what some stupid human
politician has to say.” But he seemed to give her words some
consideration. When he looked up, his hands had clenched into fists
at his sides and his timbre low. “I don’t like this. We
should leave.”

Kagome
studied him for a moment. He stood so rigidly, his face lined with
tension and black eyebrows narrowed down around his eyes. To anyone
else he might have looked angry; to her he looked anxious. Normally,
she might have just dismissed his concern as silly, but after last
night….

She
blew out a soft breath and nodded. “Okay.” She turned to
Miso. “Do you have an open room? Somewhere we can go until the
Minister is gone? Somewhere they’ve already gone through.”
She didn’t even question that Miso would know where the
Minister and his entourage had been. Her position at the front desk
allowed her to keep track of the entire goings on within the clinic
walls, from equipment and supplies to illicit liaisons.

Miso
looked nearly as surprised as InuYasha at the question. “I
think exam room four is open, but you’ll have to pass by Dr.
Hiraga’s office to get to it.” She rolled her chair down
the desk a bit and peered around the corner of the main hallway.
“Everyone’s crowded around his office, so no matter which
way you go….”

She
waved the detail away as she slipped the strap of her badge over her
neck and grabbed her bag. “That’s fine. We’ll be in
there until this place clears out. If anyone needs me, tell them I’m
with a patient.”

InuYasha
balked when she tried to pull him toward the main hallway that the
reception desk guarded. “You want me to hide from that
moron?”

“Um,
guys?” Miso quietly tried to interject.

Kagome
barely notice her voice. “I don’t want you to fight with
him. This man obviously bothers you enough that you don’t feel
comfortable leaving me while he’s here. I can’t leave
because I’m supposed to be here, and since you won’t
leave, the best option is for you to avoid each other until everyone
is gone.”

He
considered her pleading gaze for a moment, then seemed to relent.
“Fine.” Taking a relieved breath, she started to turn
away.

“Kagome?”
Miso tried again.

“But
I’m not a patient.”

Oh,
I am so over arguing about this.

She
whipped back around, impatience blazing like blue fire from her eyes,
and slammed her purse into his chest. “Listen, this goes both
ways, InuYasha. If you want me to let you worry about me in the
over-the-top way that you do, then you have to let me
worry about you, got it? Nakamura bothers you? Fine, I’ll
stay out of his way. You were sick last night, and because of that
I’m worried, so now you’re going to let me make sure
you’re as healthy as you claim to be. Otherwise, you can stay
here and sulk and I’ll go do my job with someone else,
and I don’t care if I run into this minister guy or not.”

His
fingers clutched around the soft material of her bag, and his eyes
narrowed. When she mentioned her worry, his mouth tightened and a
muscle leapt in his jaw, but she didn’t fail to notice the
guilt that flickered in the depths of his amber gaze.

Unfortunately,
when she finally ran out of breath, it was Miso who answered.

“Not
that I don’t find this fascinating to hear, but you two are
about to take on a much bigger audience than you currently have.”

A
murmur of commotion punctuated her words as a small crowd of bodies
poured out of the main hallway into the reception area.

InuYasha
turned at the same time Kagome did, and they both stared at the
television cameras, digital cameras, and quite a large number of
people all trailing after the two men in front. Kagome focused on the
man she remembered only vaguely from the last time she’d seen
him. His silver-shaded hair glinted in the fluorescent lights, and
his gray suite sat on his distinguished shoulders impeccably. He and
a rather frazzled-looking Dr. Hiraga strolled along at a sedate pace,
talking quietly together and fielding the occasional question from
the reporters with a non-answer and an ambiguous smile.

Kagome
practically felt the waves of dislike emanate from InuYasha when he
saw the politician. She took a surreptitious step backward and
planted her body right in front of his. She wanted him to feel her
presence the way she could feel his upset, wanted to be both obstacle
and comfort. He seemed to get the message, because he didn’t
move. She gave tiny sigh of relief. Dr. Hiraga might never forgive
her if InuYasha caused an outburst that embarrassed the clinic.

Miso
couldn’t seem to decide where she wanted to settle her eyes.
They kept bouncing from the wall they stood against, to the slowly
moving mass of people as they started to move towards the door, and
back again.

Dr.
Hiraga glanced around, a strained smile on his face. His eyes skimmed
the back wall and fell on Kagome. Lit up. Her heart dropped from her
chest.

Oh
no.

She
tried to communicate with a tiny, frantic shake of her head, but Dr.
Hiraga was already speaking.

“Minister
Nakamura. I have someone I’d like you to meet before you go.”
He stopped and gestured for Kagome to walk over. The whole room
turned to look at her. “Doctor Higurashi is one of our youngest
doctors. She’s only worked with us for about a year, but she’s
shown great promise, particularly in the field of hanyou care.”

Minister
Nakamura stopped as well; his silvering head turned and his black
eyes focused on her. For just an instant, Kagome paused as a sick
feeling blossomed in the pit of her stomach. Nakamura’s face
was pleasant and polite, but his eyes….

Their
black depths surveyed her with an odd sort of remoteness that struck
her as wrong. In the heartbeat that they locked with hers, it almost
seemed to her as if they held no spark of life at all. They released
her, drifted down over her body with a detached sort of curiosity,
and the sick feeling eased.

Until,
quite unexpectedly, a second sensation crept over her body -- and
uncomfortable didn’t even begin to describe the effect it had
on her. It crawled across her skin and settled there, made her feel
damp and dirty, almost as if she’d been covered with a coat of
cold slime. She suppressed a shiver and drew back, instinctively
rejecting it with everything inside her. She didn’t even care
that Dr. Hiraga was starting to glare at her hesitation.

Then
she felt a warm hand on the small of her back, the prick of claws
through her shirt. Steadying her. Grounding her. She inhaled, and the
cold slime feeling dissipated as quickly as it had manifested,
leaving only the manageable uneasiness in its wake. She felt a surge
of relief, and could have kissed him for saving her -- would have, if
it weren’t for all the people standing around watching and
recording things. Nakamura’s eyes shifted, moved beyond her,
refocused, and narrowed with displeasure.

Dr.
Hiraga sounded impatient. “Dr. Higurashi, come meet Minister
Nakamura.”

She
heard another growl coming from InuYasha. She glanced up, nearly
winced at the anger radiating from him as he glared at Nakamura, and
realized that if she didn’t do something quick, he
would. Drawing another deep breath, she summoned a polite smile and
stepped away from InuYasha -- much to his palpable displeasure.

With
a barely breathed “don’t” of warning tossed over
her shoulder, she walked over to join Dr. Hiraga and Minister
Nakamura, coming to a stop with a shallow bow. “Minister
Nakamura.”

If
he noted the brittleness of her manners, he gave no indication. “Dr.
Higurashi.” This time when his gaze swept over her, she felt
nothing but that vague uneasiness at the emptiness in his eyes. “So
you’re the doctor that knows so much about hanyou. I must thank
you for your fine example of human and youkai cooperation.” His
eyes flicked back to InuYasha for a brief moment. “I see that
you have an Alliance hunter in your clinic today. Is he a patient?”

She
felt her back stiffen, but remained very aware of the cameras.
Despite the informal feel of the interview, their every nuance was
recorded. Her smile grew ever more brittle. “I’m afraid,
Minister, that as a doctor I’m not permitted to discuss such
matters.”

He
managed a genial laugh at her response. “Of course, of course.
Dr. Hiraga tells me that you are the under the personal tutelage of
the head of the Makiguchi Group, Makiguchi Kaede, and that your focus
is on the more traditional and spiritual aspects of healing. Is this
true?”

She
darted a hesitant look at Dr. Hiraga, who seemed to be at a loss.
“Yes. I have found that, especially for youkai and those with
youkai blood, more traditional methods are more effective in healing
wounds and the rare sicknesses that occur.”

“Indeed.”
For a moment, she thought she saw a flash of something life-like in
his disconcerting eyes. “And is it true that you actually
possess a certain degree of spiritual power to aide in your healing
methods?”

Shock
parted her lips but closed her throat, and she set another look at
Dr. Hiraga, this one accusing. He avoided her gaze. Still unable to
formulate a reply, she stared at Nakamura in dismay, thoroughly
embarrassed and at a loss for how to answer.

InuYasha
suddenly appeared at her side, practically snarling at Nakamura. “And
just what the hell makes that any of your business?”

Kagome
had to struggle not to reveal the conflict of emotion that assaulted
her. She didn’t want anyone else to see her relief that he’d
intervened, or her abject horror at the knowledge that the situation
had just gotten out of hand. Why had this silly issue about
her supposed power been coming up so much lately?

Nakamura
drew back, his expression faintly disgusted.

But
not his eyes. Kagome heard
herself query, from some normally silent part of her brain. What
is wrong
with his eyes?

All
around them, reporters, who had been content to get their footage
with whirring cameras, came alive, recognizing the players of the
drama unfolding in front of them. Digital cameras clicked and flashed
and everyone waited to see what would happen next.

“InuYasha.
The Alliance’s hanyou hunter.”

The
man who stepped to Nakamura’s side startled her, as she hadn‘t
noticed him until he spoke. He had long dark hair that he’d
tied into a ponytail at his neck, and black eyes that seemed eerily
similar to the Minister’s. He focused a cool challenge on
InuYasha. “This has nothing to do with you. We are touring a
medical clinic that is particularly good at serving its community.
That is all. You have no reason to attack my father.”

InuYasha
barely spared the younger man a scathing glance. “You showed up
unannounced and caused all kinds of problems for the people who work
here. And he has no reason to attack Kagome.”

“Kagome?”
Nakamura’s smile gloated silently at her. “I wasn’t
attacking you, Dr. Higurashi. I was simply marveling at the
intelligence of retaining a human doctor who also possesses the rare
gift of spiritual power. I’m sure having such a human makes
controlling your more unruly youkai patients easier. I only humbly
seek to learn from the example of other systems to aide in my task to
help improve the Alliance. Perhaps Dr. Higurashi has some
suggestions?”

Kagome
felt her eyes narrow. “Minister Nakamura. I’m afraid I
cannot comment on the state of the Alliance --”

“And
yet you keep company with one of their hunters.”

The
censure in the Ministers voice was impossible to miss. Kagome felt
her temper snap a few strings. “But what I can say it
that Makiguchi Kaede would not approve of you, your stance, or your
shameful attempt to use this place to further your political goals.
So unless you require a medical examination, I suggest you get on
with your business for the day, as I must do with mine. Excuse me.”

She
didn’t even bother to bow before she whirled away, disgusted
with the whole exchange and furious that her personal business had
just been aired in a national format. But to her utter shock, thick
fingers grasped at her wrists and yanked her body back around.
Nakamura ignored the sudden murmuring in the crowded room as his dark
eyes locked with hers.

His
grip squeezed near-painfully. His skin felt thick, clammy, rubbery --
like his eyes, almost unreal. And that odd, vaguely ill sensation
knotted through her stomach muscles. She nearly winced, and to her
surprise had to suppress a tiny groan of discomfort.

“An
examination is an excellent idea. Perhaps, Dr. Higurashi, you could
demonstrate you skill for me?”

Completely
stunned by the liberty he’d taken and the unpleasant tension
twisting up her gut, she glared at him, trying to find words harsh
enough to impress on the Minister about his chances of her ever
taking him on as a patient.

Her
arm was wrenched free of his grip, and a strong hand pushed her away
from Nakamura. InuYasha had his claws clenched in the lapels of
Nakamura’s immaculate gray suit, and a dangerous note in his
voice.

“You
fucking bastard! Don’t you ever touch her!”

Kagome
had just enough time to draw a breath before the room downgraded from
strained order to chaos. Activity and bodies erupted around her,
people running and yelling. Cameras flashed and reporters started
talking all at once. An army of black suites appeared out of nowhere
to block InuYasha from her sight. She tried to yell, tried to tell
them to get away from him, but her voice refused her commands.
Confused, and suddenly feeling far more than vaguely ill, she
stumbled.

Started
to fall.

A
pair of strong arms caught her.

Her
stomach roiled violently and she pulled her knees in to keep herself
from throwing up. She felt herself lowered to a sitting position on
the ground, heard a calm voice inquiring about her health. Looking
up, she locked gazes with the unmistakable blackness of Nakamura’s
son.

The
feeling in her stomach went from sickening to sharp, piercing pain
and she cried out. She started to shake. Her vision hazed over. She
caught the outline of Nakamura’s lips moving, heard his voice
with a hollow echo.

“Gentlemen,
I suggest we stop this foolish squabbling. The doctor is unwell.”

Then
his eyes were on her again, but the pain spread up, though her chest,
reaching small piercing points into her heart. She hit the ground
doubled over, moaning in agony. Somewhere, she heard Miso, then
InuYasha, and maybe even Dr. Hiraga call her name. And for some
reason, she thought she heard Kaede’s commanding voice.

And
then even her hearing hazed over, and she heard nothing.
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