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+G to L › Junjou Romantica (Junj? Romanchika)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
18
Views:
4,200
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Junjo Romantica, or any of their characters, though i wish i did own Usagi-san ): I am not making any profits out of this, just happiness and satisfaction.
Chapter 3
Chapter 3
Staring at the doctor in shock, pure shock, Hiroki, with all the education he had received, could not comprehend anything the doctor was saying. All he could see was the doctor’s mouth moving, with no sound accompanying, but the rush of blood in his ears, and the repetition of the doctor’s prognosis.
‘Kamijo-san, I am very sorry to tell you that you are suffering from leukaemia.’
Leukaemia. Leukaemia. Leukaemia. Leukaemia. Leukaemia.
It could not be true, his mind refused to accept such a cruel fate. He was so young, only 28, why did he have to have cancer. It could not be. He was just tired, overworked, not getting enough rest. He did not have leukaemia. The doctor must have made a mistake. Oh kami-sama. Thoughts like these flew around haphazardly in his brain, as the news and the surge of fear showed in the unconscious shaking of his body.
‘... symptoms are fatigue, nausea and bruising. Kamijo-san, please listen to me. You are very lucky that your condition was discovered at such an early stage. Many patients who have leukaemia don’t find out till when the cancer is in the last few stages where the only option available then would be a bone marrow transplant. Yours is still in the first stage, and you won’t need a bone marrow transplant. With the advancements in medical research and technology, there is a very high recovery rate for first stage leukaemia patients who undergo chemotherapy and radiotherapy.’ The doctor’s voice finally penetrated the cloud in Hiroki’s mind.
‘Chemotherapy? I have to undergo chemotherapy..’
‘Yes Kamijo-san. It will take about 6 – 9 months for the full session of chemotherapy and radiotherapy, depending on your reaction to the treatment. I’d suggest you start the treatment as soon as possible. However, during this period, we’d suggest that you take leave from work, as the consequences of the treatment can be extremely trying on your health and body, and you will probably need someone to care for your needs. Do you live alone, or will you have someone to look after you?’
God, Nowaki. What was he going to do about Nowaki. Look after him? Yes Nowaki was a doctor in training and all, but that didn’t mean that Nowaki had to look after him now that he was sick. Training! Nowaki was so bogged down with work at the hospital that he didn’t even have time to eat, rest or sleep, how was Nowaki going to look after him. Furthermore, Hiroki hated being looked after. He felt that it made him feel useless, and pathetic, which was why he always rebuffed Nowaki so violently when he was ill, and Nowaki tried to mother him.
Suddenly, a realisation shot through him with stunning clarity. Knowing Nowaki, if forced to choose between being a doctor, or nursing Hiroki... he’d give up his dreams of being a doctor. NO. Nowaki worked too hard for too long to get to where he was today, he couldn’t give it all up just because Hiroki was sick. And as Hiroki mumbled his apologies, and that he’d require some time to think things through, all these thoughts kept swirling round and round in his head like a tornado.
In a daze, and acting solely on auto-pilot, he stumbled out of the doctor’s office and the hospital blindly. Without even realising it, caught up in his thoughts, he wandered down random streets. Lost in his panic and fear, all he could do was to keep on walking, as though it would give him an answer, or at least bring him to a point where he could resolve all his problems.
Even though Nowaki always said that he wanted to be a good doctor so that he could be worthy of his ‘Hiro-san’, or so that he could catch up with him and stand on equal ground together, Hiroki had seen how much Nowaki loved his job as a doctor, and how happy he was to be able to help others. His gentle, loving, caring and warm personality, that he so loved, was perfect for being a paediatrician. He could not take that away from Nowaki, no matter how much Nowaki would say that Hiroki was the important thing in his life. He could not make Nowaki choose between him and being a doctor, or put aside his training for the 6-9 months while he had to undergo treatment. He would never become a burden to Nowaki, though he loathed to admit it, he loved Nowaki, and he never wanted to be an obstacle in Nowaki’s way. It was bad enough that the treatment would be costly, and he’d have to stop work, he absolutely refused to be a deadweight to the person he loved and cherished the most, and get in the way of his dreams.
Shaking his head furiously, Hiroki was finally able to pull himself out of his trance-like state upon deciding that. Looking up, he realised that despite his almost catatonic state, he had managed to walk himself back home, and he was standing at the steps to his apartment. His home, with Nowaki.
Feeling his heart clench with pain at that thought, he gave himself a mental shake. ‘Enough of all that mushiness’, he warned himself sternly. Slowly, he trudged up the stairs, like a man with the weight of the world on his shoulders. He let himself in to the empty, quiet and dark house, closing the door, before collapsing against the door and sliding boneless-ly to the floor. He sat there for the longest time, before finally allowing the tears to overcome him, crying the first time since Nowaki had returned. Curling up into a ball, he rocked himself as tears silently ran down his face.
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sorry to leave it at such a cliff-hanger, its 3+am. and i was feeling a tad bit angsty so wanted to write something. promise i\'ll continue soon! xxx
Staring at the doctor in shock, pure shock, Hiroki, with all the education he had received, could not comprehend anything the doctor was saying. All he could see was the doctor’s mouth moving, with no sound accompanying, but the rush of blood in his ears, and the repetition of the doctor’s prognosis.
‘Kamijo-san, I am very sorry to tell you that you are suffering from leukaemia.’
Leukaemia. Leukaemia. Leukaemia. Leukaemia. Leukaemia.
It could not be true, his mind refused to accept such a cruel fate. He was so young, only 28, why did he have to have cancer. It could not be. He was just tired, overworked, not getting enough rest. He did not have leukaemia. The doctor must have made a mistake. Oh kami-sama. Thoughts like these flew around haphazardly in his brain, as the news and the surge of fear showed in the unconscious shaking of his body.
‘... symptoms are fatigue, nausea and bruising. Kamijo-san, please listen to me. You are very lucky that your condition was discovered at such an early stage. Many patients who have leukaemia don’t find out till when the cancer is in the last few stages where the only option available then would be a bone marrow transplant. Yours is still in the first stage, and you won’t need a bone marrow transplant. With the advancements in medical research and technology, there is a very high recovery rate for first stage leukaemia patients who undergo chemotherapy and radiotherapy.’ The doctor’s voice finally penetrated the cloud in Hiroki’s mind.
‘Chemotherapy? I have to undergo chemotherapy..’
‘Yes Kamijo-san. It will take about 6 – 9 months for the full session of chemotherapy and radiotherapy, depending on your reaction to the treatment. I’d suggest you start the treatment as soon as possible. However, during this period, we’d suggest that you take leave from work, as the consequences of the treatment can be extremely trying on your health and body, and you will probably need someone to care for your needs. Do you live alone, or will you have someone to look after you?’
God, Nowaki. What was he going to do about Nowaki. Look after him? Yes Nowaki was a doctor in training and all, but that didn’t mean that Nowaki had to look after him now that he was sick. Training! Nowaki was so bogged down with work at the hospital that he didn’t even have time to eat, rest or sleep, how was Nowaki going to look after him. Furthermore, Hiroki hated being looked after. He felt that it made him feel useless, and pathetic, which was why he always rebuffed Nowaki so violently when he was ill, and Nowaki tried to mother him.
Suddenly, a realisation shot through him with stunning clarity. Knowing Nowaki, if forced to choose between being a doctor, or nursing Hiroki... he’d give up his dreams of being a doctor. NO. Nowaki worked too hard for too long to get to where he was today, he couldn’t give it all up just because Hiroki was sick. And as Hiroki mumbled his apologies, and that he’d require some time to think things through, all these thoughts kept swirling round and round in his head like a tornado.
In a daze, and acting solely on auto-pilot, he stumbled out of the doctor’s office and the hospital blindly. Without even realising it, caught up in his thoughts, he wandered down random streets. Lost in his panic and fear, all he could do was to keep on walking, as though it would give him an answer, or at least bring him to a point where he could resolve all his problems.
Even though Nowaki always said that he wanted to be a good doctor so that he could be worthy of his ‘Hiro-san’, or so that he could catch up with him and stand on equal ground together, Hiroki had seen how much Nowaki loved his job as a doctor, and how happy he was to be able to help others. His gentle, loving, caring and warm personality, that he so loved, was perfect for being a paediatrician. He could not take that away from Nowaki, no matter how much Nowaki would say that Hiroki was the important thing in his life. He could not make Nowaki choose between him and being a doctor, or put aside his training for the 6-9 months while he had to undergo treatment. He would never become a burden to Nowaki, though he loathed to admit it, he loved Nowaki, and he never wanted to be an obstacle in Nowaki’s way. It was bad enough that the treatment would be costly, and he’d have to stop work, he absolutely refused to be a deadweight to the person he loved and cherished the most, and get in the way of his dreams.
Shaking his head furiously, Hiroki was finally able to pull himself out of his trance-like state upon deciding that. Looking up, he realised that despite his almost catatonic state, he had managed to walk himself back home, and he was standing at the steps to his apartment. His home, with Nowaki.
Feeling his heart clench with pain at that thought, he gave himself a mental shake. ‘Enough of all that mushiness’, he warned himself sternly. Slowly, he trudged up the stairs, like a man with the weight of the world on his shoulders. He let himself in to the empty, quiet and dark house, closing the door, before collapsing against the door and sliding boneless-ly to the floor. He sat there for the longest time, before finally allowing the tears to overcome him, crying the first time since Nowaki had returned. Curling up into a ball, he rocked himself as tears silently ran down his face.
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sorry to leave it at such a cliff-hanger, its 3+am. and i was feeling a tad bit angsty so wanted to write something. promise i\'ll continue soon! xxx