Emy hopped from foot to foot, pushing her blue hair back from her pale face. Her anxiety had been building from the minute her hand had slipped, and now she could hardly stand a minute without asking the nurses “Is he ready yet?”
“No, dear,” they would say each time, with a sympathetic smile. But Emy could not be consoled. She was screaming inside, thoughts bouncing wildly off the walls of her mind, and she was sure that it showed in the jittering of her anxious body that wouldn’t let her sit down. She recognized this feeling from before she started therapy. It was heavier than the car she had smashed, more terrifying than any accident...and she couldn’t believe it had come back. It was just an accident, wasn’t it?
She couldn’t stop thinking about Masaki now. Well, she could never stop thinking of him--and of japan. She could imagine it now, him walking her through the green summer gardens, eating homemade miso and sushi with his family, and walking through the bright night streets of Tokyo with wide eyes. Maybe she’d be there soon if she hadn’t ruined everything with a slip of her steering wheel.
Through the corner of her eye, Emy saw a young, blonde nurse enter the room and nod to the others.
“Your patient is ready to visit,” said a brunette nurse, looking towards Emy.
Emy nodded her thanks, biting her lip as she stood up and directed her steps towards the hospital room. It’s okay....it’s okay....
Emy froze upon entering the sterile room. She wasn’t sure if it was okay. Her fingers fidgeted nervously as her eyes swept the darkened bandages that adorned his face and arms, and the large white cut on his leg.
“H-how is he?” she asked quietly, turning her clear blue eyes to toward the tall, male doctor.
“He’s going to be fine,” the brown-eyed man assured her with a warm nod. He pointed to the bandages on Masaki’s face and arms. “Those are only cuts. We’ve stitched them up, so he’ll just need to rest here for the about a day or so, just to let the anesthesia wear off and to rest a bit, and then he’ll be free to go. Allright?”
“All right.” Emy nodded forcefully. But she couldn’t help the overbearing feeling that it was all her fault.
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“You can’t go!” Emy cried. She could feel her voice turning high pitched and frantic, almost a shriek. “It’s not safe!”
Masaki rolled his eyes, pushing his thick black hair away from his face. “It’s fine, Emy. Stop overreacting.” She wasn’t expecting him to leave, but suddenly she saw him standing in the doorway.
“You could control your anxiety, Emy,” he said, looking into her watery blue eyes, “If you could just let it out of your mind, maybe you’d let me back in.”
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Emy opened her eyes to the sulight streaming through her open window. She tried to recall yesterday, and immediately Masaki’s words came back to her. They ran around in her mind with each step, and even as she sat down on her yoga mat. Maybe she could let it go, she thought as she relaxed her body, moving into the first pose. She felt her mind start to work, pushing out more negativity with each movement of her body. Maybe she could.
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Emy looked up, making peace with the heavens as she walked through the tall grasses in the park. She wasn’t sure where her feet would take her...
...but she almost wasn’t suprised when she ended up at Masaki’s door.
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