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POV Shizuka Marikawa.
At some point, she and Kyoko got tired of gossiping, so they just started enjoying the light silence they were sitting in.
At least, that's how it seemed to both of them, but… Shizuka knew they were both deep in thought right now. For instance, did they actually need a medical office right this second?
Yes, the idea behind those words might seem silly at first, but as cruel as it sounds… anyone who needed help treating a disease or a wound had likely either died long ago or been bitten by zombies, subsequently turning into one themselves.
I mean, wouldn't it be hard to fight, run, or defend yourself from zombies when you're suffering from a sickness that makes you weak? Or when you have a broken arm or leg? Or when you're recovering from surgery? Anyone who sustained an injury outside the "safe zone"—which she considered to be behind the new walls Takuzo-kun had built—could automatically be considered dead for reasons obvious to everyone.
And just as if to dispel her doubts, someone opened the door to the medical station. She stood up to greet whoever had entered, only to find an elderly couple. The woman was clinging to her husband, who, despite his age, kept his back straight like an unyielding oak so his wife could lean on him. It made her heart melt, and judging by Kyoko-san's face, it tugged at her heartstrings too.
"Hello, are we disturbing you?" The man spoke first, approaching them.
"Oh, goodness, no! Not at all! We're here specifically to help you!" Shizuka stepped forward, waving her hand dismissively, and helped the couple sit on the beds that had been brought in a while ago. "How can I help you?"
"Oof, thank you for the hospitality…" The elderly couple sat down slowly and exhaled with fatigue. The man spoke again after a few seconds of silence, catching her attention. "You see, my wife needs frequent blood transfusions because she has… mm, what was it…" The poor old man got a bit nervous and forgot what he wanted to say, so his wife spoke up.
"I have… rheumatoid arthritis, and they were giving me plasma transfusions…" The woman's voice was exhausted.
"May I ask your blood type?" She sat opposite them, looking with concern at the woman, who was visibly getting worse by the second.
"My blood type is O..." After those words, the elderly woman seemed unable to hold on any longer; as if losing all her strength, she quietly rested her head on her husband. Noticing this, he plunged into a panic within a fraction of a second.
"Ah…!" He let out a small cry and was about to wake her, reaching his hand toward her, but Shizuka stood up abruptly and interrupted him.
"Please, don't wake her if she's this exhausted. We found out the most important part, so let's let her sleep." The man stood up, supporting his wife's head and body, while Shizuka helped lift her legs onto the bed, taking off her shoes first. They laid her down and covered her with a blanket. "Please, sit right here." She pointed to the chair in front of the desk where Kyoko had been sitting. Kyoko was now standing to the side, watching the elderly woman with worry.
"Ah… c-can you help us? Please?" The desperate look of this small old man made her heart throb with pity. For a moment, she was even a bit flustered, unable to formulate her thoughts, before sighing and looking at the man.
"Listen, as you've probably noticed, all the electricity is out… so most likely all the blood in clinics and hospitals has already spoiled," The man's expression became even more desperate, and just as he was about to speak, she continued. "But right now, that's not the main problem. Your wife has blood type O, which means as long as the blood is clean and there are no issues, we can try to transfuse almost any type. The thing is, right now… we don't have good equipment." She sighed, lightly pinching the bridge of her nose. "Usually, before transfusing blood from donor to donor, they are checked for compatibility through various tests on machines we don't have. And to perform the transfusion itself, we need sterile catheters, filters, and special tubing, which, unfortunately, we also don't have…"
"But… there must be a way. I… I can't leave Sora… I've known her since school, I… I…" Tears began to well up in the man's eyes, making her heart ache with pain.
"Listen, we… we can send some people to bring us the necessary tools. But even then, the risk might still be high because we don't have specialized equipment to monitor your wife's overall condition, and we can't check the blood for full compatibility. Still, we can try to give her a transfusion from another person… and I think I even know which absolutely healthy person we can take blood from." In her spare time at school, she loved to look through the medical records of the seniors, and that's when she remembered seeing the card of one student whose blood type was O-negative. By pure coincidence, that person was Isao Tsumugi—a very, very good boy who would definitely help!
"Please… even knowing all the risks, I… I would like to try and save my wife…" The old man's voice was pleading, the tone of someone ready to do anything to get what he needed.
"Well then… let's do it!" She clapped her hands, making the elderly man jump slightly. She stood up and headed for the exit. "Wait here, Grandpa. Lie down next to your wife on the neighboring bed. Kyoko-san, please look after them while I go find Isao-kun." She gave a little wave before stepping out and heading toward the men in black uniforms walking back and forth.
Passing by one boutique, her gaze caught a beautiful skirt in a shop window that would outline her hips and backside in a simply stunning way… she really wanted to stop and put it on; no one would say anything to her about it anyway, but… common sense was stronger, and she continued her way toward the men.
"Hi, boys!" She waved her right hand at the men standing together, holding plates of food.
Both turned their gaze toward her, and instead of looking at her face, their eyes immediately dropped down to her massive, beautiful breasts, which were pulling downward due to gravity.
"Hello, beautiful. Need some help?" The one on the right asked, still staring at her chest, while his buddy nudged him and whispered something in his ear.
"Oh, of course, boys!" She smiled as if nothing was wrong, as she was used to this, and she knew exactly how beautiful she was. She just kept talking. "I just can't seem to find Isao-kun, but I remembered him asking me to help with one of his big problems. Could you point me in the right direction?" She chuckled to herself, noticing how their quiet whispering stopped abruptly and they both straightened their backs.
"E-erm, Isao-sama is in his office r-right now. He was supposed to meet with Yuriko-sama to discuss something; they've probably finished by now…" She smirked at how quickly they became so polite. After finding out where Isao's office was, she headed there, hoping to see him—remembering how he promised he would save Rika-chan!
Ah, what a good boy he was! Anyone else in his place would have demanded something in return for spending their power on someone who is essentially a nobody to them, but he just saves people for nothing. It was so heroic and so… sexy.
She bit her lower lip slightly, recalling how his forearm and neck muscles had clenched and strained during the duel with Soichiro. Possessing a good understanding of anatomy and a vivid imagination, her head automatically filled in the rest of his body without even needing to see his bare chest once.
And now, going to him, she was sure he would send people for the necessary instruments without any hesitation, or go there himself.
When she reached the door that was supposed to be Isao's office, the door opened by itself, and out came Yuriko Takagi—Soichiro Takagi's wife and Saya's mother. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and she was smiling like a fourteen-year-old girl who had just met the love of her life.
Both of them stopped a few steps from each other in surprise, then passed by one another as if they hadn't seen a thing. Finally, she stepped inside and saw him.
Isao was sitting in an office chair, looking up at the ceiling. The muscles of his neck were tense, as were his upper chest muscles, where the black fabric stretched to outline every strained fiber of his chest and neck. A moment later, he lowered his head and looked directly into her eyes.
Not at her face, not at her chest, not at her figure or hips, but straight into her eyes—making her feel a slight thrill from the gaze.
"Oh, Shizuka, how are you? Can I help you with something?" He waved with a slight smile, but despite the generally cheerful tone of his voice, she noticed the fatigue hidden behind it. Oh, she felt sorry for him; she couldn't imagine working this much when she was his age.
"Hello there!" Approaching him, she hugged him and began rubbing her cheek against the crown of this golden boy's head, while simultaneously pressing his face into her chest. "I'm doing just fine, Isao-chan, don't worry." After a minute, she let go, allowing him a breath of air, and she was satisfied to see his slightly flustered expression. "As for help… yes, I'm going to need some." She sighed, remembering why she had come, then sat on his lap, draping one arm around his neck.
"What… ahem, what kind of help do you need?" He asked, trying his best to look her in the eyes, but she had sat down specifically to make that difficult, as her breasts were right in front of his face. Still, Isao-chan kept trying to look her in the eye and was succeeding.
"You see, Isao-chan, there's an elderly woman who needs a plasma transfusion, and we don't have the necessary equipment or tools… so I wanted to ask you, could you somehow get the things we need?" Her words made Isao pause to think, and looking into his eyes, she saw how deeply he was considering it.
"Hmm, how quickly do we need these things? And where are they, exactly?"
"Actually, the sooner the better. And those little tools… well, there should be a blood transfusion clinic nearby. I think everything we need can be found there!" She raised a finger as she said this, then poked Isao's nose with it, making him scrunch it up slightly.
Isao didn't say anything, just thought for a moment longer, and then…
"Sigh… I'll go get them myself. What exactly is needed?" She smiled broadly at his words, but she was curious why he wouldn't just send someone. When she asked, he replied: "I'm just tired of sitting here. I've only been here for about an hour, but it feels like it's been days. I could use a little run."
"Hehe…" She giggled at that. No other person would want to head into the city alone, especially after they had seen a mutated zombie with their own eyes. But Isao acted like it didn't matter, and seeing his power, she knew that no matter what, he would always be safe. "Then, let me write down everything you need?"
"Well, I don't—" she didn't let him finish, kissing him on the cheek and making his eyes go wide as he looked at her.
"If you do a good job, Isao-chan, I'll have another reward for you!" She stood up from his lap and took his hand. "Come on, I'll write it on a slip of paper and explain everything you need to get along the way!"
The shocked expression on Isao-chan's cute little face would warm her heart forever! Ah, she couldn't wait until Rika-chan was here!
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