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Another life5/24/2023 Why did he want to know his name? When would he ever use it again? The stranger could have been a patient at the hospital for all Akaashi knew, and the last thing he needed was a sickly acquaintance to add to his already short list of friends. He started on his way without so much as a second glance in the other's direction. He figured he would tell his parents that the people in the hospital were too occupied with everything else to tend to him. He had no interest in staying where he was. "Yeah." Akaashi shifted, leaning in the direction of where he'd come from. "I feel the same about this place, honestly." He paused. I'm not sick, but this place makes me feel like I am." His answer was cold, but it did not seem to cut through the other's pleasant mood. "Were you sick? Are you checking out?"Īkaashi stared through the stranger. The male who stood across from Akaashi shifted his weight to one leg. I've realized that I don't want to come here anymore." I was just thinking." Akaashi blinked slowly. "Why did you stop so suddenly? Are you alright?" "No, I don't think so." He brought his hand down to his side. "Is there something wrong with me standing here?" Akaashi asked sincerely. He understood how that would be alarming to some people. Perhaps he'd remained in the hall and watched as Akaashi had gone from a brisk walk to a sudden stop. It had been the same guy he'd almost bumped into. "Oh- you can move." He smiled in Akaashi's direction, bright yellow eyes catching his own. Their walking then slowed to a halt, and it was then that Akaashi had become aware of the new individual who'd invaded his personal space.įrom his peripheral, Akaashi could see their hand reaching out to him. Akaashi stared at his shoes.Īnother person walked by at a gradual pace at first, then slowed progressively as they drew near. He brought a hand up to push through his black hair, and slowly, his head fell forward. No one was bothered by him, so there he stood. He stood there, hesitant, uninterested, indifferent. People walked by him, around him, up and down the halls, to and fro, but no one seemed to notice him. Standing still, Akaashi remained in place for quite some time, his legs refusing to carry him further. His eyes stared forward, uninterested in the information desk several meters from him. An 'It's alright,' could be heard from behind him, but it soon faded as Akaashi continued forward. He circled around the male, apologizing flatly before he continued on. It would hurt if he did.Īkaashi closed his eyes and sighed, swaying absentmindedly in his step, opening his eyes just in time to swiftly avoid colliding with someone. Blatantly, he thanked her, and continued on his way, passing by several rooms as he did so. Pointing a finger down the hall, a small assistant nurse directed Akaashi to a different desk, one where he would be able to find more information on the subject. He was wasting time, asking for something that he did not want in the least. Akaashi was unhappy with where he was, unhappy with what it was that he was doing. He didn't care, nor did he think he would care in the near future. But ultimately, they would urge him to carry out the task that had been pushed on him, and one way or another, he'd do it.Īsking around here and there, the male put little to no effort in finding out where he could go to sign up for what. Often times, however, Akaashi would disagree with his parents, unhappy with the suggestions they'd given him. Akaashi's parents were intent on having him intern in a hospital nearby, so that he could stockpile more things that would look good on his resume, for future purposes. It was a dreary place for him, a place he was not fond of, but a place he was obligated to visit. It had been some time since Akaashi set foot into that hospital.
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