Hunting Dogs

Earlier that morning, Tachihara had gotten his monthly surgery. Since you were his lover and only relation, you’d often receive updates from the medical staff on how he was doing. You were called and told he was in recovery, meaning you could come see him

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As you walked into Tachihara’s hospital room, you noticed that he is yet to wake from his anesthesia. With a go ahead from the medical staff, you took a step to the side of the bed, sitting and resting beside the passed out and strangely peaceful Tachihara

You were used to this situation, staying with Tachihara during his worst moments in the medical wing, unconcerned about your surroundings. But someone had taken notice. Teruko, who had been walking down the hall with Tetcho, paused at the sight. She waved at Tetcho and pointed directly at you from the other side of the one-way glass walls of the room

Teruko: “Who in the world is that?”