âLetâs visit Mayuri firstâ, Rintarou said without having to think twice about it. He wanted to see her, and on the plus side, if they went now, Kurisu would go with him, which would make it much easier.
When they visited Mayuri, Kurisu started to talk to the neurologist again (who seemed to have weirdly much time to come and check Mayuri when Kurisu was there, too - Rintarou guessed heâd do the same in the situation - you didnât get the opportunity to talk to a genius in your field every day, after all).
This time, Rintarou wasnât as upset as yesterday, so he actually went over to both of them and started to listen to their theories, trying to understand what they were saying. Luckily, he had been reading so much of Kurisuâs stuff on the temporal lobe that he could understand maybe 70% of what they were talking about, enough to ask questions for clarifcation that made them stop and think from time to time. It actually felt quite good. He felt like he was contributing, somehow, in finding out what was wrong with his best friend.
When they went to the University library next, he started to look up all the words and concepts he hadnât understood earlier when they had been talking.
The next week they got into a kind of rhythm. Kurisu went to her conference while Rintarou used the time to visit all of his friends as well as reading up on the basics of neurology pertaining to the temporal lobe, to be able to help Kurisu and the doctors better. When it was over late afternoon, theyâd stop by to check on Mayuri for half an hour and talk to the doctor, before they went back to university to research the questions that emerged from the visit. Kurisu, being a famous researcher in her field, also managed to get to talk to the neurology researches at Tokyo University.Â
Rintarou, who had felt utterly helpless and lost all his energy in the process for the past weeks, was starting to get really wrapped up in working this out. He almost seemed desperate in a different way now, talking less, reading until his eyes fell shut in the middle of the night and grimly determined to find a solution.
The next days, Kurisu found a hotel room for herself and moved out of the lab, but she still spend a lot of time there. She would visit the conference and afterwards go and accompany Okabe to Mayuri, before they visited the universityâs library. Without even noticing it, Kurisu had already burried herself deep in the topic of Mayuriâs illness, reading up on any research she could find, talking to fellow professors and the neurologists at the clinic, keeping notes and revising them, trying to connect the dots.
Even though it did not really surprise her, she hadnât expected Okabe to come along and read up on the topic as much as she did, joining the discussions and getting really invested in the subject himself. Of course, this was about Mayuri, after all. But Kurisu was actually a little bit surprised - maybe even a little impressed - how much time and effort he devoted to delve into a topic that was not related with his studies at all. And he did catch up quickly; after all, even though lunatic or delusional at times, he wasnât stupid.
Thatâs why Kurisu found herself spending the late evenings at the lab, the couch table having become her working space, while she and Okabe both heeded their own studies, only interrupting now and then when there was a need for discussion, or if they ran out of Dr. Pepper.
It was the same this night, and when Kurisu looked up from the book she was brooding over to the clock, she realized it was already way past 12 am. She yawned and turned around to Okabe, as she wanted to tell him she was calling it a night, just to see that he had fallen asleep over his paper. Kurisu sighed, before a little smile crossed her lips. He was really giving it his all.
She stood up from her spot on a pillow next to the couch table, and went over to get a blanket that she tucked over Okabe, who was on the couch, at the same time removing the paper from his hands. Then she left, without tidying up the table, as she knew they were just going to pick up their work where they left it today tomorrow.