Minato silently sits on the sofa and touches his chin in the gloomy atmosphere. He looked at the doctor who was also staring at the report.
After so much suspense. The doctor sighs—scratching his hair in some kind of tension.
"So…"
The doctor flipped the pages on the board and finally looked at my face which was already white in fear.
"How are your days going on?"
The doctor asked with a serious face making the atmosphere denser. He put my reports on the table and sat on the chair beside me.
"Fine, I guess." I nervously mumbled averting my eyes with a smile to lighten the mood more.
The doctor sighed looking at me with pitiful eyes.
"Ahem I am talking about your health."
He corrects himself and fixes his hair with a smile like he understands that I am feeling nervous.
"Hmm can you tell me about your condition per day?" He looked at me with concern.
"I am doing fine but If I tell you the truth, it's just a little bad." I opened my one finger in front of me, "First, I got stomach aches frequently." Then he opened one more finger, "Second, I feel dizzy often while working or focusing on something." I opened my third finger, "Third, I forgot so many things from my starters, slowly." he slowly opened one more figer…
The doctor opened his mouth and closed, unable to find the words to say. Why is he talking about this so lightly like it's nothing important to him and most important thing with a smile on his pale face which does not reach his eyes at all. Doctor thoughts.
"Um…"
I sighed; the words weren't coming out of my mouth—filled with anxiety. My lips were trembling in horror. Why has this always happened to me?? I thought. Leaving me with no answer, I feel like everyone is abandoning me again.
Suddenly, I hear a sweet and calm voice, "Hey, are you done?" A young man shouting in front of the closed door, knocking repeatedly.
When I am going to speak, the doctor interrupts and says.
"Don't Disturb. We're talking about something important. Things. Mr. Shimizu"
The doctor's voice was indifferently lower than before, like he was really serious, not in the mood of jokes and seeing lovey-dovey drama.
On the other hand, the doctor was already in a mess.
Waiting for an answer only made things more complicated. It felt like watching a murder movie—where the detective asks the killer a simple question, but the killer starts explaining the entire world instead of answering.
If you connect the dots, it's obvious.
He's nervous. He's avoiding it.
The doctor sighed. Kids are really tiring to handle.
Huh, what can I do about it? Really kids are tiring to handle. He scratches his hair in frustration and picks the blank papers from the table and starts writing. In that exact moment a loud rung into his eyes damaging his eardrum. He startled and slightly fell sideward like a cat. He squeezed his chest where his heart was beating like crazy. I feel like I had a heart attack. The doctor thought.
And rudely scold the man on the other side of the door. Then he took a few heavy breaths to calm himself and look at me—where I was already staring at his face with a strange look.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" The doctor asked
"Nothing."
"Okay… so can you tell me quickly it's getting late and I think your Ahem 'lover' is getting impatient.
The doctor highlighted the word perfectly. He glanced at his watch and at me with a smile.
"Wha… Cough. Cough." I stumbled in the middle of the sentence.
"We… aren't lov—lover okay."
"Ya Ya You think I can't understand which is too simple to find out but if you want to keep it a secret so put more effort."
The doctor proudly said with a thumbs up.
"Uhh!! I tell you we are friends, nothing more." This time I shouted in rage, making the doctor startled..
"Hm… Okay."
The doctor surrendered and agreed that he was wrong, "Then tell me."
"...I got vomit of—"
The doctor thinks again okay, it's really common to get vomit because of stomach cancer, but I can't tell the stage he was in of course because he doesn't let me check further and interrupts everything like don't touch him randomly.
[Note:- 'He' in that doctor's thoughts refers to Shimizu.]
"Okay so is ther—" I cut his words in the middle, "I got vomit of… blood recently."
The doctor's jaw opened wide in shock. Blood… His condition is that bad plus he is avoiding his health like it is a joke.
"Tell me details." His voice is low.
"Hm… it happened at noon and suddenly I got a stomach ache in the washroom. And fell into the ground unable to do anything we can say I was paralysed. It naturally comes out of my mouth sometimes so… I think it is normal. When I finally feel relieved from the paralysis, not from pain."
"..."
The doctor was falling into despair huh it's happened recently just before hours woah such a small world! Ahhhh.
"When I stand I feel like vomiting. After that I vomited blood, that's all."
I smile and stroke my hair—as it is the most usual thing in the world.
"Thank you for telling me but how do I fix it?"
"Hehe, I just found the medicine."
"..."
The doctor sighed, then rubbed his temple, clearly exhausted.
He had been called in the middle of the night for this, only to get half-answers and avoidance in return.
For a moment, he just stared at Minato, trying to hold back his frustration.
Okay he is telling me like it is nothing. The doctor was speechless.
"Do you go to the doctor means that doctor is taking care of you."
"Oh—yeah. I am going but not recently." I smiled. "I think I'll go later."
"Hmm so how many days before you meet."
"We can't say days…"
"So 1 week or 2 weeks."
"It's 1 month."
The doctor fell backward in shock. He grabbed his head, bowing in despair and looked up. He says, "WHAT. ARE YOU TAKING YOUR LIFE AS A JOKE. YOU CAN"T SEE YOUR HEALTH IS WORSENING."
The doctor's voice was so loud that a man outside the door could clearly hear, which made him knock again with force.
"WHAT ARE YOU TAKING ABOUT."
A chill drew in the spine of the doctor. He shook his face and was silent.
"Nothing." Finally, I need to shout so Shimizu can relax.
"Doctor…"
I said in a low voice, acting confused.
"Mr. Minato, Your condition is really poor. If you're avoiding more it would harm your life."
My time is limited. I really don't care what the doctor says. I just wanna spend my small life with happiness but it's also impossible.
I sighed.
"I'm warning you."
The doctor stood up, fixed his dress and headed toward the door.
"Please tell someone don't isolate yourself like no one cares about you. You know your lover is so kind just try once."
The doctor smiles; Uhh How many times do I need to tell him that I am not his lover wah!!
He opened the door—where a tall figure was already on the door, smile and push the doctor out—quickly and he sneak in;
Ya i forgot to tell him one more. I opened my fifth figure, "That when I'm in mental stress it is the most common time when my health gets worse than usual."
I whispered on my own. When a swollen eyed man grabbed my waist and hug me.
TO BE CONTINUED.