Front Desk

Kuro dragged Sy in. "C'mon," he said, exasperated.

She pouted as she was dragged in.

Kuro pulled her up to the desk. "She punched she wall." He lifted her arm to show the bloody shirt that covered her fist.

Syora looked at the rescetionist still pouting non the less.

Syora's eye twitched at what the girl said and she felt like punching her face with her good hand as a vein of anger throbbed on her head.

Syora took a deep breath her hand clentched in the form of a fist.

Steam litteraly blew out of syora's ears as they walked away and mumbled "can i kill her?"

She sighed and wrote 'not fair at all' as she walked in the room.

She wrote 'what if i just punched her in the face' she smiled at the idea.

'AWWWWWWWW' she wrote and went into the room.

Kuro had waited for Sy in the waiting room.

Syora walked over to kuro with the violet colored cast on her hand and she smiled.

Kuro smiled as he saw her. He stood and walked to her, gently placing her lips to hers for a moment before pulling back. "What'd the doc say?"

She smiled and wrote 'it was a minor fracture it should be better in a couple weeks' she showed him.

Kuro smiled and gently kissed the cast. "Good," he murmured.

Syora blushed just a tint and grabbed his hand and left the hospitol.

Kuro happily followed her.

Kuro bounded in, carrying the unconscious, limp Syora in his arms.
The intern looked up. It was the same one from before. She smirked. "Oh, do you injure her just to get the chance to come see me?"
Kuro glared at her. "No, just get her in there and help her, damn it!"