Identical Memories (An OHSHC Fanfic) [Completed]

Chapter Sixteen

A/N: So, this jumps around between POV's a bit, but it's needed I think. Oh, and I'm not sure if this is as good as I think it is at the moment, I'm exhausted XD

Eri

It took a few hours for me to convince Emi to leave the room. Even then, all I could do was convince her that she'd prefer to eat something from outside the hospital, seeing as fatty foods were her favorites and I doubted she was going to get anything like that in a hospital. Seeming to reluctantly agree, and insist that she would be back in under thirty minutes, she took off. 

That left me alone with Hiroshi. Kitaru had headed back to the house, well aware that having him around would only be stressful for me, no matter the situation. 

"... tell me what the doctor said. Don't sugar-coat it."

Hiroshi's lips twisted up as he shifted about in the chair he'd taken up position in towards the furthest corner of the room. He didn't bother to raise his cheek from where he'd settled it in his hand- elbow against the arm of the chair- but did at least open his eyes. 

"You really want to know?"

His tone lacked his usual playful tone he usually adopted when Emi wasn't around. Instead, it was almost... empty. None of the humor from his expression had invaded his voice. It was just flat. 

I nodded. 

"... it's not good." 

I couldn't help it, I snorted. When he rose a brow in response, I shrugged. 

"What cancer patient, aware that she's come out of remission for the second time, expects good news?" I explained. 

"You're right," he agreed. "That's why you sent Emi away, right?" 

I simply nodded again, drawing a sigh from his lips. His eyes flickered shut again for a moment, as if he was debating whether or not to tell me the truth, before he opened his eyes once again. 

"Alright."

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Emi

You know, when you're being shoved out of the room, something that's happened to you several times in your life, it's hard not to notice. Perhaps it might have been for someone else, but... it was obvious to me. Our parents had, had some bit of understanding when we were younger, although thinking back perhaps they'd been putting on a show for the doctors. Either way, whenever something bad was going to be discussed, I was ushered out of the room. 

The funny thing was, even if I knew what she was doing, I couldn't help but let myself be ushered. 

It was easier to be in denial if you didn't know all the details. 

The moment I'd made it into the lobby, my mind set on going to the first ice-cream shop I saw, I froze. Talking to an almost identical, older male, was Kyoya. Perhaps if Eri hadn't been consuming all of my thoughts he wouldn't have stood out as much to me from the crowd. As it was, Eri and Kyoya had been getting along rather well. I'd hoped that maybe it'd turn out to be something- she could use some good things- but now...