"Yes, yes. Where's Heiko?" Akami demands as she glares at the male doctor who looks busy with clip board work.
"How do I phrase this..." the doctor frowns, his forehead creasing. Akami panics, her heart rate accelerates and her head is pounding.
Is he ok!? He can't be... No. Akami wanted to ask out loud if he was alright, scream, but she couldn't. She felt to helpless.
Heiko. Can't. Be. Gone.
The doctor sees Akami's worried expression.
"Oh no no no! Sorry if I mislead you! You look so worried! No he's fine! Just fine. Perfectly fine!" the doctor reassures Akami.
Akami sighs and falls back into her bed, relief flooding through her.
"So then where is he?" she asks staring up at the ceiling.
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