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A Glass Half Full	By : psychicvampire23 Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Rin > Sessh?maru/Rin Views: 9930 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Recovery
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I was kept under observation for a while, accompanied by my aunt and at times by a nurse. I just stared up at the pale blue ceiling and then out the window, sighing as I noticed that it was a beautiful day. It was frustrating to be stuck here on a hospital bed with my left breast stitched together, I would never voluntarily stay still for too long. I felt a sharp stab of pain and bit my lip, and forcing my hand to not fly up and grab myself. That would definitely hurt.
I sighed. I hated being so still! What was the point of being alive if you couldn't move? Well, the upside to this day was that in just a few hours I would be out and more or less about, restricted by a few strips of gauze and Dr Saotome's orders. I turned to gaze at my prescription. Such neat handwriting! I was feeling slightly reluctant to give that slip of paper to the pharmacist, since it would cease to be the only thing of Dr Saotome's that I could keep.
Pffft….what stupidity! Must be the drugs.
I don't know exactly when I dozed off, or for how long, but the nurse was gently shaking me awake, telling me with a smile that my time here was up. I felt a new surge of energy through my body and on my face a large smile broke out. I sat still enough to let the nurse remove tubes, patches and other fiddly things from my body. I could barely contain my excitement! My aunt bustled in carrying a bag with my clothes and set it on the foot of my bed. The nurse left to give me a little privacy so I could change. I lifted myself extremely carefully from the bed, wincing only slightly from the twinges of pain in my chest. I gingerly lifted the hospital gown and removed it from my body, my back turned to aunt Kumiko, who made herself busy packing little things that were scattered around the room, making noise on purpose so I would know she wasn't looking.
I stared down at my chest. It was wrapped in bandages down to the waist and the smell wafting from it was all clinical and…'mediciny'. I lifted a hand to touch, but thought better of it. I began to dress, being ever so delicate…maybe overly so but I always preferred being on the safe side. I had a little trouble bending over to put my shoes on so I asked for my aunt's help and she gladly obliged.
With a happy sigh, I straightened, gazing around at the room. I picked up my handbag and at my aunt's insistence left the larger bag with my stuff to her for carrying. A last glance out the window told me the sun was still shining and the skies were still blue, lifting my spirits even higher. I grabbed my prescription from off the plain bedside table and walked out with my aunt, avoiding my urge to skip keeping in mind my condition.
Aah! It felt so good to breathe in fresh air! I loved being alive…the warm afternoon sun enveloped me and the delicious breeze played with my loose hair. I looked at aunt Kumiko, who smiled back at me, apparently glad that I was my old self again. I chattered to her non-stop all the way to my apartment, leaving nothing out (except for my erotic dream with a certain doctor). On the way we popped into a pharmacy for my drugs, and I mournfully watched on as my prescription was taken from me and stored away. Dang it. Ah well….
We arrived at my apartment and before my front door, aunt Kumiko gave me a long (yet careful) hug.
"I'm so glad you're okay Rin…you don't know how these past few weeks have been. Not knowing…." Her voice faltered.
"It's okay auntie! Look at me, I'm as good as new and now you won't have to worry about me." I smiled. She nodded, eyes shining with an emotion I couldn't quite place.
"Yes. I was…afraid. We only have each other in this world and, well, that's why I worry so. I'm your only family, as you are to me." She gave a long sniff and blinked her eyes a few times. I swallowed a lump, my eyes stinging.
I hugged her again, ignoring the pangs in my left breast. "I love you auntie, I'm glad I still have you." I whispered, breathing in her familiar flowery perfume. I felt her nod against me. After that, we parted. She reminded me to take my antibiotics and ordered me to call her if anything was wrong. I promised her I would and waved goodbye as she descended the stairs.
I stood there for a further five minutes until I realized where I was. I rummaged for my keyes, and opened the door, kicking in the large bag that aunt Kumiko had carried for me. I felt something warm wash over me as I entered. It had only been a day since I'd gone but coming home made me discover how much I loved and missed this place. I had converted it into an extension of myself, awash with colour and brightness, with feeling and warmth. It was a place where I felt truly comfortable, and it provided me with the energy I needed to enjoy life. I sighed happily as I gently sat myself down on the sofa, tossing my shoes off and wiggling my toes.
I let my head fall back, turning it slightly to the left. I spotted the phone and decided to call my friends to let them know I was alright.
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Nightfall, but the work was never over for doctor Saotome. He had two more surgeries left and a mountain of paperwork to fill in, something he looked forward to with as much enthusiasm as a snail faced with a marathon.
He entered his office and immediately noticed the flashing red light on his phone. Missed calls. Risa, no doubt. But he had little time for her, or anything trivial for that matter, which is why he always switched off his mobile during his shifts, leaving only his beeper functioning. Well, if Risa needed him urgently, she knew where to find him. After all….they were mere floors apart.
He sat back in his chair, running his long fingers through his silken hair. It had been a productive day so far, consecutively successful surgeries, obedient patients, few complications…
He leaned forward, resting his chin on his interlaced fingers. What would his father think of him now if he saw what he had chosen? Medicine. Medicine instead of business, instead of grand corporations. Sesshoumaru's mother had always known, however, what his future would be. A doctor herself, she had conveyed her wisdom unto him, steering him in the right direction. But was it the right direction? He had always felt that something was missing in his life, but he constantly ignored it. Why feel this? He had everything…
He stared down at the pile of papers that required his attention.
Absolutely everything….
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Recovery was tough…and boring. Plenty of rest, take medicine blah blah blah. I was raring to go! I wanted to start work right away! Bah! I was fed up after only three days, wandering around the house looking for something to do other than watch TV or stare at the clock.
Or think of Saotome.
Gah! I felt so silly, always thinking about him. They were harmless thoughts of course, akin to those one might have of a celebrity…But still. I was just feeling so grateful to him, seeing as he operated on me and everything. I wondered if it would seem too obvious if I sent him a thank you present…
At least it would be something to do!
I paced my apartment in anguish. Should I? Should I? Should I? No it'll look too pathetic. But it's only fair I should send him something, even a little thing. Or will he think it too trivial? Or WORSE, will he see it as an advance? Should I? Should I?
After several hours of indecisiveness, I eventually grabbed my coat and purse and went out. I walked slowly as a precaution. Breasts can jiggle somewhat to a brisk pace and I refused to test out the strength of my stitches.
At the supermarket I ambled down the aisles, trying to find something that Dr Saotome would like. A difficult task because I didn't know him at all. Aftershave? No, too personal. Cake? He doesn't look the sweet type. Prawn flavor Ramen? That was for me, and I chucked it in the basket.
Hmmm…Wine? Yes, that looked reasonable enough! He definitely seemed like a wine person. Unfortunately I knew very little (meaning nothing) about wines so I just plucked out the bottle with the prettiest label. I paid for the things and set off for the hospital. Was it perhaps too soon? I didn't bother to think more on it, my stride was too filled with purpose for me to hesitate.
I passed the automatic doors and continued on till I reached the reception area. I greeted a harassed looking nurse just as she put down the phone.
"Um, hi, is it possible to see Dr Saotome?" I asked, wearing my sweetest smile. The nurse flicked through a large agenda, her eyes darting everywhere.
"Did you schedule an appointment?"
"Well, no…the thing is, I've come to give him a thank you present, I'm a patient of his and he operated on me about three days ago…" I trailed off noticing how vehemently the nurse was shaking her head.
"I'm afraid that's not possible, he's in surgery at the moment." She told me firmly. I bit my lip. Now what?
"Can't I leave it here with a note? Could you give it to him for me?" I pleaded, and I saw her hesitate. "…Please?"
She let out a sigh. "Fine then, but it'll have to be tomorrow."
I beamed and whipped out a pen and a piece of paper from my pocket. I ALWAYS carry a pen and paper with me, you never know what brilliant idea might pop up when you least expect it! I scribbled my thanks and my name on the paper (not my number, unfortunately) and the nurse provided me with some tape to stick it on the bottle. I handed my gift over to her.
"Thank you very much!" I said, and the nurse gave me a tired smile before attending to the constantly ringing phone.
I left the hospital content, trying to imagine the look on Dr Saotome's face as he received my gift. Probably just a glance and back to his work I suppose. Ah well, I still felt good. I loved giving people things!
It was getting dark, but I didn't hurry home. I don't know why people feel so depressed at dusk, it's a wonderful part of the day, this transition from light into darkness. Okay, I love every part of the day, but it's marvellous to just walk in the dim light, breathing in the evening smells and watching the lights of the city come alive.
I arrived home just in time to take my antibiotics. The bandages felt constricting still, but in less than a week I would be having them removed! The twinges of pain that constantly bothered me were decreasing in frequency, thank goodness. I ate my prawn flavoured Ramen and sat back to watch some boring boring TV. Oh how I hated just sitting here and watching TV! I wanted to be up and about, doing work or something. Recovery can be so very dull.
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Seven o'clock in the morning. Sesshoumaru stepped out of his sleek black Porsche, a gift from the chief of medicine, and pocketing the keys, he set out towards the towering General Hospital.
The day had just begun and the air was fresh and crisp, not that he notices, for he had so little time or patience to deal with such frivolities. He strode through the automatic doors, his long black coat whipping behind him. A glance at his silver Rolex told him he was on time, as always. He began to pass the reception area.
"Doctor Saotome! Sir!"
He stopped and turned his head slightly towards the voice, acknowledging that he had heard. The nurse from reception, rather than call out her message, hurried over to where he stood.
"Um, Doctor, a gift was left for you at reception." She said nervously, holding out a bottle of wine to him. Sesshoumaru arched one elegant eyebrow, yet he made no move to receive it.
She tried again, "It's a thank you present from one of your patients, a young woman."
His cold gaze lowered from her face to the gift which he lifted from her grasp. He walked away without a word, his shiny black shoes tapping lightly on the polished hospital floor.
He entered his office, closing the door behind him. He had some time left, the earliest appointment was scheduled for eight o'clock. He set the wine upon the desk and removed his black coat, replacing it with his usual white one. Sitting down, he perched his chin on his interlaced fingers and scrutinized the bottle, or more importantly, the slip of paper stuck to it.
'Thank you Doctor, for giving me piece of mind and not a piece of my breast. Ayase, Rin.'
An attempt at humour no doubt, but it was lost on him, as humour always was. Sesshoumaru was a far cry from a comedian. With a slender finger and thumb he picked the note off the bottle and made to throw it in the wastepaper basket. He paused. He placed it in a desk drawer instead. The wine itself was not a bad choice, something he would have drunk at mealtimes.
It wasn't the first time he had received presents from patients, so he was irritated to wonder why this one felt different. From the girl with the perfect breasts…yes, he remembered.
His cell phone rang, distracting him. He glanced at the screen. Risa. He answered it.
"Yes."
"Sesshoumaru, I'm glad you could find the time to answer my calls." Came a deep, feminine voice that dripped with sarcasm.
"You know perfectly well I have no time for nonsense." He replied coldly. He heard a sigh on the other end.
"Look, I don't want to argue. It's Friday and I know you're free tonight, so here's a suggestion…"
Sesshoumaru's amber gaze flickered towards the bottle of wine as he listened to Risa speak. And there it remained for the entire conversation.
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I couldn't believe it! I had very persuasive friends…Here I was, getting all prettied up to go clubbing whilst layers of bandages still covered my chest. Reika and Yue would be arriving any second and I still had to decide what blouse to wear! What a Friday night this was going to be…
I searched through my wardrobe hoping to find something pretty and that would cover up my bandages completely. I eventually chose an off-the-shoulder sweater the shade of deep red wine and carefully put it on. I moved in front of my full length mirror to assess my image. Yep, it was good! Wine red sweater, snug black trousers and black low-heeled sandals (couldn't risk the high heels!). It had taken me positively ages to paint my toenails because bending over was still difficult.
The doorbell rang just as I was applying my mascara. I clattered along in my sandals to let my friends in.
"Rin-chan! You look great! No one will guess you've had surgery five days ago!" Reika exclaimed, looking pixie-like with her short hair and glittery dress. Yue nodded enthusiastically in agreement, she too was dressed similarly. I seemed to be showing the least skin of the three.
"Girls, you know I really shouldn't be going, Dr Saotome told me to rest-" I began.
"Pfft! Always that Dr Saotome! C'mon, you haven't had fun in weeks, Yue and me are feeling kinda neglected." Reika huffed with mock indignation.
I pouted, bursting into peals of laughter as Yue flicked my protruding lower lip, like she always did when I made that face.
"Ow, ow, ow!" I gasped, fighting back my giggles, clutching my ribcage as spasms of pain pulsed through my breast from the over exertion. Reika helped me straighten, wiping a stray tear from her eye as the last of her giggles died down.
"Right ladies! March!" She bellowed, swinging her arms to and fro and clomping noisily out. Yue and I grinned at each other and followed suit.
The club was called Blue and it vibrated with good music and energy. I could barely hear myself think from the noise but the very thing I needed was to simply enjoy the evening and let loose. The three of us pushed through the crowd and towards the bar. Dark blue leather sofas lined the walls and bluish lights sparkled overhead, giving the place an underwater feel. I experienced a light and floaty sensation…I do love anything to do with the sea.
"Rin! What are you having?" Yue hollered. She was forced to repeat herself twice more to make herself heard.
"Mineral water! Bottled!" I yelled in reply. "Antibiotics!" I finished, seeing her disapproving frown. She made a face that seemed to say 'oh right, I forgot', and giving me a thumbs-up, she went for the drinks. Smirnoff for her, vodka and Red bull for Reika and mineral water for me. I didn't mind, I wasn't that much of a drinker, plus alcohol tastes so disgusting!
We danced, eyed plenty guys and mostly giggled for most of the night. I downed half the water, regretting it later as I felt nature's call. My bladder is about the size of a pea. I mouthed the word 'bathroom' to my friends and set off to search for one. I got so lost that I had to ask the bartender where to find it! I was sent to second floor that consisted of a large balcony that overlooked the first floor with some parts leading outside to the fresh air. I found the bathroom successfully where I did my…ahem, business, doubling back for my mineral water which I'd forgotten by the sinks.
Just as I was making my way downstairs, I caught a flash of silver by the second floor bar. My stomach flipped over violently.
Dr Saotome! Sitting on a stool by the bar! Holding a drink in his hand! And God did he look good…Dark silk shirt, open at the throat, black pants and shiny black shoes. He was with a beautiful woman, wearing a violet satiny dress and heels. Her hair was a curtain of deep red curls that swayed with her every movement. I saw her whisper in his ear, pick up her handbag and leave. Dr Saotome merely stared after her wearing a bored expression. Were they involved? My heart clenched at the thought, and I mentally berated myself for being so silly.
I swallowed. Should I say hello? Should I ignore him and join my friends? I gripped my bottle of water with sweaty hands. Will he think I'm following him? Oh my God, he might be! I'd better just walk away right now without a word. Now means now Rin, go go go! But what if he noticed me avoiding him? Argh!
…What do I do?
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Sesshoumaru gulped down his whiskey and set his glass on the bar.
Tsk. Risa had managed to persuade him into coming here, only to abandon him at the first cry of her beeper. Urgent, she had said. One of the weaker children.
What a nuisance. What a complete waste of time. He had better things to do than drink and observe people use music as an excuse to 'dry hump'. He looked at his watch. Almost an hour spent here and nothing to show for it except a light taste of whiskey on his tongue. Turning to the bartender, he gracefully slid his money across and was about to leave when he abruptly found himself face to face with a petit young woman with large doe brown eyes and raven black hair.
A familiar young woman. With perfect breasts.
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Seeing him up close left me breathless. My mouth dried up, something that occurred in his presence alone leaving me little else than to choke out my words.
"Hi, Dr Saotome, Remember me? Rin?" God, I sounded so pretentious. Like a dumb fan girl.
His amber eyes roamed over me for a few seconds. "Sesshoumaru."
I tilted my head slightly to one side, confused.
"I'm not your doctor here. Call me Sesshoumaru." His deep baritone and piercing gaze were intoxicating. He signalled to the bartender and was given another drink. Whiskey. Ok, now I know he likes it…I immediately remembered the wine.
"Did you get my gift?
He sipped at his drink calmly before setting it down. "Yes."
What…no thank you? Bah! This guy was extremely tough to please. I suddenly realized he was staring at my breasts. Ah, a medical kind of stare…Dang.
"I recall recommending plenty of rest." He said, eyes now level with mine. I grinned sheepishly.
"Yes, well… I thought I was doing pretty good and the pain has subsided quite a bit. And I have very convincing friends." I chuckled. He on the other hand, looked far from amused. I struggled for something witty to say. Yes…me! Struggle! Rin, the Chatterbox, at a loss for words! Wait…I got it!
"Well, at least I'm not mixing alcohol with my medication." I smiled, raising my bottle of water and giving it a jiggle. A corner of his mouth twitched. Bingo! Success!
I remembered something else. "That woman I saw earlier," I swallowed, "Your girlfriend…she's very beautiful."
He sipped his whiskey slowly, observing me with those fascinating eyes. I felt myself getting warm.
"She's not my girlfriend." Over the rim. The force with which my heart leapt with joy at his words surprised me.
He put down his glass. "She's my fiancé."
My heart plummeted down from its jubilant heights. My mouth tasted bitter. Why were the good ones taken! Still, despite the utter disappointment wracking through my being, I tried my hardest not to let it bother me.
"Oh wow…Congratulations!" I exclaimed, my voice a little higher and less sincere than it should have been. Did he notice? I didn't know, he just sat there watching me, in silence. He turned his head to look elsewhere. I held back a sigh. Any sane person would have understood the gesture as a sign to get lost. But I'm not known for my sanity. Before I knew what I was doing, my hand was on his arm and I was pulling him towards me.
"Come on, let's dance!"
He stared at me as if I'd lost my mind, his eyes growing intense.
"No." He told me coolly, but as he tried to pull away from my grasp, I only held on tighter.
"Please Sesshoumaru, try to relax and let loose!" I insisted. But his will was like steel and he resisted my sweet girlish charm. He pulled his arm away, gulped down the rest of his drink and picked up his jacket. I did sigh this time.
"No. I can't." he murmured, and he left.
I stood there, alone…surprised. Surprised at his loyalty mostly. He must love his fiancé very much… or loathe dancing. Trying not to feel down, I smiled broadly, telling myself I had the rest of an evening to enjoy and nothing to worry about. But somehow it didn't lift my spirits as successfully as I'd hoped.
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