@tearsandsyringes liked for a starter!
It had hit out of nowhere. No one had expected it, especially not Nidai. He'd been taking his medication every morning to make sure that he was fine to go for another twenty four hours, that he could sit down and work his hardest to make sure that those he'd taken under his wing would get what they need to do and strengthen themselves. He had been out on a lacrosse field when it had happened-- one minute he was explaining to the team what he wanted them to do, the next a searing pain was exploding behind his ribs and all over his chest, making it hard to breathe. He had barely been able to wheeze out the word ambulance before collapsing, out cold.
A heart attack. That's what the doctors kept saying, but Nidai was having a hard time fully believing it. They told him that if the paramedics had gotten there any later, he would have died. They kept telling him that he should feel lucky to be alive, and he was. He was here-- still alive and kicking... but he just couldn't wrap his head around why. What had he been doing wrong? What could he have possibly done differently that day than he'd been doing every other day of his life? It had been months since his last complications, things had really been starting to look up. Maybe had had gotten a little careless-- a little too into his job and it had been building up into one big complication.
Nidai knew how this was going to go; he'd spent a good portion of his young life in and out of hospitals, letting them run their tests, give him pills and stick him with their needles. He hated it here-- the floors and walls so clean and white that they were glowing, the smell of faux lemon and bleach. It was enough to make him sick and bring back memories of his childhood spent connected to an IV and stuck in a bed that was more familiar than his own at home.
Things were supposed to have gotten better since then-- he'd surpassed the age that the doctors said he was going to. And yet...here he was. Sure, he was still laughing and grinning as the doctors and nurses spoke to him, but on the inside he was turmoil. He wasn't useful in the hospital, he needed to get back out to where his athletes needed him! To where his friends needed him!
Ah....Friends....One person's face in particular flashes to his mind. Mikan. His 'little sister'. Someone that he considered dearer to him than all else. He could practically hear her voice in his head telling him that he'd better stay right where he is and not push himself so hard or else he might suffer from another attack or even worse. He knew that he was going to have to stay and rest, let the doctors run their tests and give him pills as much as he didn't want to. He was going to do it for her.
But he knew that he should probably let her know what had happened so she didn't worry as much as he knew she would if he suddenly dropped off the face of the Earth. So, as a nurse came to check on him, he asked her if she had any idea where his cellphone had gone off to when they had brought him in as he had a very important person to make contact with. When she brought it to him, he opened up a new message (ever the classy one, Nidai was, despite the fact his fingers were a little too big for the screen. He just didn't want to hear her cry for him.) to send to the Nurse.
[ text to: Mikan ] it seems that I have found my way into the hospital. [ text to: Mikan ] I am terribly sorry. If you would like to come and visit me, it would be nice to have you around.
