The blonde found himself at some hospital. The strong, unpleasant, yet familiar smell had woken him up just a few minutes ago and for some odd reason, he felt a bit dizzy and light-headed at first. Wincing, he had opened his eyes only to be blinded by the bright lights beaming at him. Quickly, he had shut them again with a small yelp of surprise and pain. Kise had thought that perhaps, he should just let himself sleep fall unconscious again â why bother? â, when he had realized that that wouldnât solve anything. What the hell was going on anyway, he had wondered.
Slowly, he had opened his left eye first, then his right, attempting to get used to the brightness. He soon noticed that the reason why the lights were even more brilliant than ever was because the room was completely all white. And there were some beds that was covered with white sheets. There was no one else here at the moment. He was alone in this room. Blinking, he had gradually got up with a bewildered expression written on his face. A hospital? Did he get hurt badly in a basketball match or something? Wait, noâŠThatâs not right. There were no injuries on him anywhere when he checked himself and he definitely didnât feel any sore places. He wasnât even having a match today, now that he thought about it; just practising as usual. So, when did he get here? Oh, thatâs right, there were some unfamiliar people explaining to him about somethingâŠimportant? And suddenly, they forced him to come with them somewhere, which was most likely this hospital. Guess he slept while they were doing all that. Perhaps, they had put him into sleep. Ah, right. He vaguely recalled, at least, how that happened with the IV and everything. How come he doesnât even remember much though? Could it be amnesia? But, he had a feeling it wasnâtâŠThereâs nothing wrong with his memories, anyway. Probably, he didnât pay much attention. Or something. Kise couldnât really think straight right now. Everything was so confusing.
And it still is. Just after he blurted out his question at no one, he suddenly noticed that he had a red barcode on his skin.
âAâŠbarcode?â Why is this on me?
In any case, he decided to search the room. Maybe he could fine some sort of a clue. And to his surprise, he found it sooner than he thought. There was a manual in the desk drawer.Â
He soon figured out his purpose of being here. Apparently, he had to attend here, because of some kind of illness. That was justâŠridiculous! How can he not know if heâs sick or not? He felt completely normal.
HmmâŠA written manual isnât good enough. Maybe I can find someone and ask them about it, so I can know more about this place and this so-called disease.
With that decision, Kise opened the door and started walking in the halls, hoping to find someone â preferably a doctor or a nurse. But anyone works too.
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