Every What If, Every You If?

The Past

"Tsk, Geto Suguru, 27, lives in Tokyo, . That's a good start as a greeting, Shoko-san?"

"Stop asking me nonsense, Satoru. . . I've already given you a favor, stop asking more."

I flicked the cigarette between her two fingers. I smiled awkwardly and give a peace sign.

"Eh!?"

She smacked me hard on the head the moment she realized what I had done. She gave me a sharp glare, as if a smoke was about to come out of his nose.

"The hell was that?!" I scratched the part she hit.

"That’s expensive, and you just flicked it and threw it away?! Buy me a new one!" She stormed out.

I rolled my eyes and stretched my body from squatting. I frowned. 

"You know that's not allowed, and you're still doing it? What if a patient sees you and reports it!"

"This is a restricted and abandoned area, no one will see it! As if patients are allowed to go outside. Thinking is free, idiot."

I scoffed. "Stubborn."

"Tell it yourself. . ."

It made me squat it. 

"You bet he got mad?"

"I bet he's absolutely raging furious."

"Don't be ridiculous, I only stated his background story." I said under my breath.

"You're triggering him. How the hell did you pass the licensure acting like you're fresh out of daycare?"

"So I could assure it still holds. . ." I sighed. "He attempted weeks ago. . . in the orphanages. They told me."

Shoko nudged me using her free. "Geez," I reacted.

"You have been following traces?" 

I nodded.

"The director doesn't have an idea about that." She added. 

"Whatever."

I could still clearly recall it.

"Geto!"

My eyes remained in the fainted body.