WRONG PLACE, RIGHT TIME [IKKI]

[kumakichi]

❯❯ Shit. Wasn't this just his luck? The rumbling of the storm-to-come looming over him had his brows furrow and slant above his gaze, blue eyes narrowing in a mix of determination and frustration. Didn't the report say the storm would miss them? Well. God damnit. Just God. Damn it.

The hushed sputter of his moped quieted as he slumped over the handlebars, folding his arms on them as he sat waiting rather impatiently at the stop light. His muffled groan was met with the first spatter of rain on the back of his head, making him grimace. One eye closed tight he looked up at the gloomy sky, glaring into the clouds as if daring them to send another drop of rain. The sky seemed to accept the challenge as another fat drop landed to splash against the bridge of his nose. He grit his teeth and twisted his lips, however he'd managed to lose any of the intimidation his threatening expression may have held as he jumped and flailed at the loud angry honk of the car behind him.

Kumakichi sat up straight, eyes wide, already sweating. The blaring sound had caught him completely off guard. A quiet, half muttered "Sorry..." was whispered as he hunched forward and started off, quite aware that the drive behind him couldn't have possibly heard his apology. It wasn't terribly far to his destination, he hoped he could beat the storm in his race to the building. He wasn't exactly looking forward to being pelted with rain on the one day he left his jacket at home. But as he felt a few more drops hit against his back, he quickly realized he wasn't going to be making it there in time.

He was there before long, but the storm had picked up quickly. Already sheets of rain were falling, and the boy was completely drenched, leaning over the package of food best he could to keep it from getting wet. For the most part his body was making a decent enough meat shield, however with the damp air he couldn't help but worry that the food would be affected somehow. Driving up sluggishly to pull alongside the building, he parked right there beside the sidewalk, snagging his keys and hugging the food close to his body as he moved to swing himself around rather awkwardly, hopping down onto the pavement.

Jogging up to the building he rushed in the doors, soaked to the bone. His clothes were drenched and his hair stuck to his face and neck, beads of rain rolling down his arms as he clutched the package close to his stomach, doubled over. It was dry. Dry enough, at least. Hopefully he wouldn't get any complaints. Taking a lazy step forward he raised and arm to brush it across his forehead. He moved his wrist to check the time on his watch. He'd made it in time. At least something had gone right for him.

[yamagoe]

Ah the weather man was wrong yet again, it seemed. Well what had anyone been expecting anyways? Among men that worked out doors, there was quite a problem with this lack of consistent data from the being that spewed words of weather though it wasn't too much a problem for men such as the doctor who spent a good deal of his life's ticking hours inside. Despite this lack of direct determent, the rain would probably indirectly affect him anyways. Business was never too fast, for one reason or another heh, but on days like this it was all but a standstill as people found it nearly impossible to get to him.

Ikki sighed dryly as he found himself leaning back farther in his chair and staring out at the window as rain gushed to the ground below. "How sad," he stated to no one outside of maybe the ceiling that was always willing to listen to him. His words were flat, but a smile curled on his lips obscuring his words and bringing question to his intentions. "I guess that means I'll just get a free day~" he hummed softly to himself. This was perfectly fine with Ikki, as he preferred to have nothing to do but watch the rain fall. It wasn't like he did much of anything unless he had strict work to do anyways. That was the doctor for you, though.

The sudden ringing of a bell alerting that someone had just opened the front door caused a head to turn, and after a moment of hesitation, Ikki stood up and started towards the door of his office. Flinging it open without much disdain for the hinges that cried out startled, he stepped out into the lobby shooting a quick glance towards the secretary's desk already knowing that she was out for the day. Shaking his head, he forced a smile and looked towards-- the sopping wet young man that was now in his lobby. My goodness and here I thought I'd have no patients today... he thought to himself as purple eyes scanned over the young man's form. Light hair... light drenched hair... sopping clothes.... And all over his freshly clean floors! Ikki's eyes twitched briefly, but he managed to chill it after a few seconds.

It was then that he caught sight of something else. What was that? Purple eyes stared down at the package that was being cared, and briefly Ikki stared before raising his gaze again. "Good afternoon," he stated flatly.

[kumakichi]

❯❯ Kumakichi scrunched his nose, frowning. The place stank. The air was heavy with the strong odor of antibacterial soap and that sickening all-too-typical lemony pine, doctor's office smell. It made his stomach turn and flop inside of him.

The clicking of shoes against the laminated floors echoed in from the other room, and at the squeal of metal grinding on metal as the door to the doctor's office swung open, he bristled, his stomach doing another flip. Kumakichi hated doctors. Despite the fact he wasn't scheduled for an appointment, he couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy. And it certainly showed, he stood absolutely rigid, still half bent as he cautiously tilted his chin upward to blink blank-faced at the man who had opened the door. Seeing his eye twitch Kuma's own eyes widened. He winced slightly, frowning a bit as his lip curled at the corner of his mouth into an anxious grimace. What was that look for?

It didn't take long for him to guess as the sound of the water dripping from his clothing to the once sparkling clean floors caught his attention, and he immediately looked down at the puddle forming around him and blushed. "Uhh..."

"Good afternoon." Kumakichi stiffened further, he was tempted to back up to the door and just let himself back out. "Ah, yeah... Um." He straightened just enough to bow abruptly, keeping himself bowed a bit longer than he had to. "Good afternoon." He stood tall again, squaring his shoulders and taking a step forward as he forced a lopsided grin to his face. "I'm from the Teriyaki House. You ordered?" He was doing his best to seem friendly, though he couldn't help but feel he was failing miserably. His smile was clearly false, and the fact he was uneasy showed in his rigid stance and tense muscles, there was a bit of strain in his cheeks as he tried to keep up the smile. "I kept it dry," he reassured him.

[yamagoe]

The blush and quiet sounds of what the doctor could only assume to be that childish worry that seemed to bleed out of teenagers and children when they were helpless only earned a blank stare from Ikki. His face doesn't look familiar at all... maybe a new patient then... came to the doctor's mind, and he smirked a little softly at that thought. Even if it had disrupted him, and even if this boy was soaking his floors, there were things he could to to have a bit of fun.

Alas this thought was diffused as the young man took a step forwards and said that he was from -...a restaurant? He ordered? I'd ordered? For a brief moment he wondered if someone else had taken up the order, but that was silly. His secretary had the day off. Purple eyes scanned over the young man's visage and form. He's so nervous... I wonder if he's new to his job... I hate those kinds of people always so fidgety and useless.

The doctor's expression dropped to something more somber, and his eyes narrowed briefly before relaxing into some form of acceptable irritation. "Oh, you. You're thirty minutes late, dear boy," he stated with a quiet 'hmph' sound that followed. "And my most beloved secretary went out in that rain to get something else for me because she cares about my well being whereas your establishment apparently does not. Have you never heard of good customer service? What is the world coming to?"

A squeal of laughter echoed in Ikki's head alone, but his features dreamed dark and threatening on irritated despite his normally calm visage and air. He was a jerk, and he knew it. That didn't stop him from talking, anyways.

[kumakichi]

❯❯ He watched as the man's expression slowly faded from what he could only assume was amusement into an irritated frown. The corner of his smile twitched before turning downward, curving his lips into a disappointed frown as he knit his brows. "Oh, you." He thought the man would be more happy to receive his lunch. Who did he think he was? "You're thirty minutes late, dear boy." "..." Now it was Kuma's turn to narrow his eyes in irritation. No he was. Not.

"And my most beloved secretary went out in that rain to get something else for me to eat -" "Uh huh." "-because she cares about my well being-" He twisted his lips. "-whereas your establish apparently does not." Kumakichi opened his mouth to speak, only for the man to continue. He clapped his mouth shut again, watching Ikki with a bored expression. "Have you never heard of good customer service? What is this world coming to?" The man seemed to like to hear himself speak.

Stomp, stomp, stomp. His feet fell heavy against the ground as he stepped rather confidently up to the man, frowning up at him. "I kept it dry," he repeated. The fact that he was soaked and the food was not should have made it obvious the establishment 'cared for his well being.' A more genuine, bright and cheery smile spread across his lips as he held the food out in front of him in a childishly proud display. "Whatever she's bringing back, it won't taste nearly as good as this. Sir." He wouldn't argue that he was in fact early with the man. The customer rarely enjoyed hearing they were wrong. "Eighteen hundred yen, Sir. Ah..." He held the food out a bit farther, keeping a good grip on it. He'd gotten in trouble for just handing food over without first being paid, after all. "Please, enjoy~" With the sunniest expression he could muster he waited patiently for the man's response.

[yamagoe]

Had he been interrupted? No, he better not have been interrupted. That was rude, very rude. The stomping was enough to cause Ikki to frown. A part of him squirmed wishing to meet him half way if only to keep the water on his floor from spreading, yet he remained where he was standing. He'd kept it dry, yes, it seemed he had. "You're making my floors wet though," he retorted -or possibly complained for the tone that was used- quickly. It was a simple thought, a retaliation of the tongue, and he thought nothing of it as he did so.

As the food was held out presented in the manner of a child holding out some sort of gift, Ikki's eyebrow raised briefly if only at the boy's sudden shift in expression. It lowered again easily, and a light 'heh' sound escaped from him though it could have been heard as a cough. "No, I don't think I want it anymore,' he replied promptly extending an index finger upwards and flashing a soft smile still. "Eighteen hundred yen for cold food seems a bit distasteful," he chuckled a little before letting his face fall trying to be more serious. "Nope I'm not buying." he said releasing his arms and then refolding them in front of himself again.


((Sorry this was kinda short :X ))

[kumakichi]

❯❯ The man seemed to frown as Kuma walked toward him. The stomping was hardly intentional, the boy didn't even notice what he was doing. "You're making my floors wet though." Kumakichi blinked, turning his head to glance at the trail of water he'd left behind. It wouldn't be good for a patient to slip on that...

He couldn't say he wasn't expecting the man to turn down the food. He seemed like the snobby kind of guy that would search for something to complain about just to make someone elses' day even the tiniest bit shittier. Lucky for Kuma, he wasn't so easily discouraged. Even as the man chuckled at him, staring him down with a more serious expression, he continued to smile. Quite honestly, he found people like this to be pretty funny. They were always entertaining, at least. They always had something smart to say. "Nope, I'm not buying." The man folded his arms as if to assert himself, and Kumakichi only stepped closer.

"But you ordered it. It's still hot, don't worry." As if Kumakichi would give up so easily. His attention was drawn away however as he drew the package closer to himself, turning slightly to look at the mess he had made. "I'm sorry to have uh..." He looked down at his wet feet, thinking. "Gotten your floors wet." He lifted his head to stare the man back in the eyes, his cheerful expression replaced with a much more impassive one.

"You could get in trouble if someone slipped, right? If you buy your lunch and tell me where you keep your mops... I can clean this up for you." It was his fault. And it wasn't as if the boy was unreasonable. It'd take a bit more time, but a happy customer and money in his pocket meant a happy boss, right? His lips turned in a much more slight smile as he listened hopefully. With any luck the man would agree to the deal and he could escape another rant from his boss.

[yamagoe]

Why was he stepping closer? Ikki's eye narrowed. Didn't he realize he was getting the floors that much more wet by moving around? But he ordered it... and the food was still hot.... And suddenly Dr. Yamagoe was hungry. Blinking upon realizing just how hungry he was, he frowned trying to remember exactly when he had eaten last only to remember that it had been the day before. Don't tempt me kid, this isn't my food to begin with he mentally replied and stared. Of course he wasn't going to say that. That would give his game away.

The apology and notion of his floors caused Ikki to look downwards and sigh aloud. He'd actually hairline fractured his ankle before due to water and clinics. That was the last thing he needed to deal with again. If he bought lunch, hed-.....get...a free maid? That may not have been what the boy had said or intended, but that was what Ikki heard. A rather surprising grin came to his features. Lunch and a free maid for eighteen hundred yen wasn't bad at all! Ah, and maybe he could get him to do some laundry or something too~ Yes, that was perfect. He'd needed someone to do some things, and his secretary had made it quite clear that she loved him but wasn't his mother. What could he say to that, really? "Alright alright~" he smiled clapping his hands together before suddenly stopping and fishing out his wallet. "Oh....also that would require you to wash the interior windows and......" he stopped briefly snapping his gloved hand over his money bag expectantly. "Oh and taking out the garbage and....." he stopped again looking around. "Reading over a few things for me." he finished promptly after that smiling back at the delivery boy.

[kumakichi]

❯❯ He'd of course noticed the way the doctor's eyes narrowed as he stepped forward, and the light squeak of his shoes alerted him of the reason for that. He was just making the mess worse. But he was going to take care of it, so really, it wasn't a big deal. Even better, the guy's mood seemed to turn a full one-eighty at his offer to dry up the floors before he left.

At first it seemed that he was only irritated that Kumakichi would slow down to help him out, but he was suddenly grinning, and Kuma grinned right back. "Alright, alright~" The corner of his lips twitched as the man clapped his hands together. What a fruitcake. But Kuma wouldn't complain, he couldn't. Those spindly little doctor fingers were reaching right for his wallet, and the boy's expression immediately lit up. Hell yes, he'd be working another day after all.

"Oh..." Kumakichi beamed eagerly at him, cocking his head to one side as he waited rather impatiently for him to fork over the money. "Eh?" "Also that would require you to-" His smile fell in an instant, eyes open wide as he just stared at Ikki, dumbfounded. What? "Wash the interior windows and..." Kumakichi's jaw dropped. This guy had some balls! Demanding he wipe down the entire office when all he'd done was leave the floors wet! "Oh and taking out the garbage and..." His jaws shut with a loud 'clack' as he twisted his lips, creasing his brows over his eyes as he squinted at Ikki. "Reading a few things over for me." The man just smiled at him, and Kuma could feel his blood begin to boil.

His eyebrow twitched as he carefully directed his gaze to the side, it took a bit of effort for him not to roll his eyes. He couldn't just be an asshole back, could he? Damn it. "Sir..." He half mumbled the word, sinking into his shoulders in an attempt to look more pitiful. His blood quickly cooled and he settled back down, angry frown replaced with one of discouragement. "I don't really have time for that." He was a doctor, he should have understood that people were busy when they were working. Keeping his mopey expression he pouted down at Ikki's wallet. He still needed that money. And to unload this teriyaki before it did get cold.

"I can... I can mop up the rain I brought in, like I said. And you can have your lunch..." He looked over his shoulder to stare at the door. "And then I can go." With pleading eyes and a weak smile he slowly turned his attention back to the doctor, holding the food out to him hopefully.

[yamagoe]

The mumbled word followed by the pitiful expression caused something obscure to settle on Ikki's features if only for a brief moment. Had that been.. a sympathetic look? No, of course it hadn't! A lighter visage masked whatever had once been there, and slowly the doctor turned his head to one side staring at the delivery boy. "You remind me of a kicked dog," he stated bluntly as a quiet 'heh' sound escaped from him. Whether this was from amusement or just a breath that came out the wrong way, only Ikki knew, yet his features seemed to argue the prior was the correct assessment. "Does your boss have your leash that short? Makes me glad I'm a free bird." Puns were flying, and Ikki was fighting the urge to continue spewing them.

Oh he was trying so hard, it seemed as Ikki heard the prospect that was given. It was the bare minimum now wasn't it? Ikki had to fight off a laugh. If this kid assumed that he had sympathy, then he was the fool. No, he could be kind, but the doctor refused to believe he had such a thing for people. It made work too complicated, and he simply wasn't that type of person as he saw it. However, something in him slowly came to the conclusion that he needed to stop tormenting the kid- as fun as it was, damn it.

"I see," he said softly leaning forwards and smiling at the delivery boy whose name he still didn't know. "If you're on a time limit, I guess I really should stop playing, huh?" he asked leaning back again and inserting the wallet back into his pocket. "I didn't order the teriyaki," was the flat statement that was expressed. "I'm pretty sure the neighbor's did," he said before raising a hand and jutting a thumb to the right.

"You were just fun to mess with," he laughed shortly after his.

[kumakichi]

❯❯ There was a slight change in the man's expression, Kumakichi barely caught it. As whatever emotion had previously shown was masked however, he let it go, not bothering to wonder what could have triggered a look like that. He just hoped that by appearing smaller he could earn a bit of pity. It was hard to tell if it was working or not, the way he turned his head away from him slightly, keeping his eyes fixed on him. "You remind me of a kicked dog." Why was it always dogs? He opened his mouth to reply, but shut it again quietly. Really, what could he say to that?

"Does your boss have your leash that short?" He twisted his lips again, giving a lop-sided frown as he glanced away. "Makes me glad I'm a free bird." Fruitcake bird. Was he going to buy the food he ordered or not? "I see..." Startled, he perked up, staring back at the doctor as he leaned toward him. "Huh?" He bristled a bit, shoulders pulled up uneasily as if he expected to be hit for his sad display. That smile didn't make him the least bit comfortable. "If you're on a time limit, I guess I really should stop playing, huh?" The words didn't even register. He'd caught the sound of his voice, but his attention was centered on the wallet being slipped back into the man's pocket.

Instinctively he reached out toward it, looking desperate as the fingers on his outstretched hand twitched. He wasn't buying?! "N-no!" He'd already wasted so much time! He couldn't go back empty-handed now! Shaking his head lightly he looked back up to Ikki, clearly worried. "I didn't order the teriyaki." "..." His trembling hand lowered as he bit his lip, trying to process the words. "I'm pretty sure the neighbors did." Blank-faced, he watched as he pointed toward the building just one door over, still not seeming to get it. "You were just fun to mess with."

Kumakichi jolted at the laugh, a shudder traveling the length of his spine and causing him to stand stiff. He just stood there, the laughter echoing in his ears as the words finally settled into place in his mind. This was the wrong. Address. The color drained from his face completely, and he swallowed dryly.

While he half wanted to deck the guy in front of him for wasting his time, he knew he couldn't. Just turning around and rushing back out into the rain would be a better option here. His lips quivered slightly before turning downward in a hurt frown, and quickly he bowed in an attempt to hide his shamed expression. "Ah, sorry!" As he straightened he spun on his heel and charged forward toward the door, clutching the package close to his stomach again.

His ankle twisted awkwardly and he was instantly caught in a feeling of vertigo, an odd weightlessness came over him as his foot slipped through the water, gliding easily over the ground and drifting right from beneath him. Terror quickly settled in as he threw his arm out to catch himself, holding the food tighter to him as he fell back, both feet having managed to lose their footing completely.

Crack. He'd hit the back of his head, and hard. Grains of rice scattered about him, a mess of sauce, vegetables, and grilled chicken now coloring the floor. Both eyes were shut tight as he lay tense on the ground for a moment before going completely limp, blood already spilling from the back of his skull, staining his hair and dying the rainwater surrounding him pink.

[yamagoe]

Ikki's laugh was short. The quick bow followed by the rapid motion caused Ikki to stop and almost frown. Kids these-- The doctor's thoughts were cut as the scene played out. "Hey be car-..." Ikki started, but it was already too late. The kid fell and landed hard causing Ikki to physically flinch upon hearing the sound of body and head hitting the floor. Where some would have found it funny, as a doctor, Ikki did not.

"Jesus Christ," were the words that hit the air shortly after. Ikki wasn't a religious man with his heavy skepticism of miracles and dislike of hordes of people doing things in the name of someone no one had ever seen. It was one of the few things that he and his wife had ever clashed on; she believing that there was a God of all things that looked out for her and he believing that was silly and that science could take care of things just fine. Though he'd started to believe in such when she was alive, the day she died, he refused it utterly and completely. There was no good god that would take her away from him. There was no good god that would simply end her after all those years of struggles. Ikki refused it. However all that being stated, right at that moment, the name escaped in the form of a swear, and for whatever reason, it fit.

Quick, sharp, careful steps were made as Ikki moved over to the boy. Purple eyes flashed briefly upon seeing the blood and the limb figure of the delivery boy, and a rather horrible morbid laugh nearly escaped into the air only to be stopped by a hand quickly reaching up and silencing him. Releasing his mouth again, Ikki sighed. "Your boss is going to be pissed as hell at me," was all that escaped from Ikki before he bent down slowly and carefully lifted the boy up. Whether he was just stronger than most or whether the boy was lighter than most, Ikki picked up the kid with relative ease before slowly turning and carefully waking through the water towards the back. "I hope you have insurance." was the last joke to hit the air before Ikki went to work.

Though he could probably have just wrapped the kid's head, put ice on it to reduce the swelling, and called it a day, Ikki wasn't that kind of doctor when it came down to it. Instead, he was careful to go over this new cranial wound with various medical devices before confirming that it hadn't split his skull and sewing up the bloody mess. Bandaging up the wound as if to preserve the new stitches and keep them from rubbing and tearing, Ikki finished up by putting said delivery boy in some drier -if somewhat more medical professional looking- clothes that were normally used for surgery days.

Though finished with his patient, more or less, the doctor wasn't finished with everything else that came with it just yet. Instead, he made a few phone calls one of them to the neighbors who had indeed ordered the food and to the Teriyaki House. After that was done, he set to cleaning up the front lobby. So much work for so little reward, sigh.

[kumakichi]

❯❯ The sharp click of the doctor's shoes against the floor sounded oddly hollow. His brows knit further at what sounded to be a rather dark laugh, and weakly his eyes fluttered open a sliver. "Your boss is going to be pissed as hell -" His gaze drifted over to watch the man now looming over him blankly as he struggled to remain conscious. He couldn't pick up the following words, only the sound of his voice. Slowly his eyes shut once more, and the second his lids had closed over his gaze he was out.

His small frame didn't prove to be terribly difficult for the doctor to carry as he was easily lifted up from the ground, despite the fact that his relaxed muscles had made him dead weight.

It was a damn good thing he'd passed out too. Had he been awake for the stitches and poking and prodding at the split in the back of his head, he'd certainly have thrown quite the fit about it.

It didn't take much time for the boy to come back around. Kumakichi winced, gritting his teeth and pressing his hand to his forehead with a quiet groan. His eyes opened slightly, instantly catching sight of the unfamiliar sleeve around his arm. He blinked quickly, pulling his arm away slowly to hold it out in front of him, examining it. His brain was taking its sweet time in kicking on. "Mrmmm..." He twisted his arm around slightly before just barely lifting his head to look down at himself, only just then realizing he was laying down. And not in the lobby either. He was in...

His gaze moved sluggishly along the walls as he quietly examined the room. The doctor must have taken him back to treat him. He reached to touch the bandages wrapped around his head, having trouble focusing. Everything seemed to double around him, he felt so weak. But he knew he didn't want to stay there. Propping himself on his elbows, he carefully pushed himself to sit up. It made his head spin and his stomach tighten and coil. Choking back the bile that rose up into his throat from the uncomfortable feeling, he grimaced. How long had even been out? He didn't even remember falling asleep.

What was he even doing before he fell asleep? He couldn't even remember what he was doing in a doctor's office. Why would he ever go there? Another groan and he was swinging his legs off the bed and hopping down, yelping loudly as his foot hit the ground. He stumbled, falling to his knees and bowing his head, catching himself with his hands as he kneeled there in the small room, breathing shallowly. "G-god.... damn it!" He barked the words angrily, frustrated. His fist came down to slam against the floor before reaching to cradle his forehead again.

[yamagoe]

Why don't I have slaves? It was an honest thought from the doctor as he finally finished cleaning up his floors once more. Or at least a maid... There were only two reasons that he hadn't got one, really. One was simply that they were expensive, and his yen pinching tendencies wouldn't die. Two was simply because he wasn't sure that anyone could match his level of cleanliness. Maybe he was just being skeptical of others, but Ikki wouldn't even think such things on himself.

Sighing deeply once the floor was completely done, he forced himself to his feet only to hear a yelp from the back. Jumping and flinching a little, the slate haired doctor frowned before starting off down towards the room that he was pretty sure the noise had come from. Guess he's finally awake at least... he thought briefly. Coming in right in time to hear the swearing and watch the punch to the floor, Ikki bit back the urge to ask 'what god'. He was sure most if not all of his patients didn't want to hear something like that, and he did want medical work.

"You might want to get back into bed," Ikki hummed softly folding his arms in front of himself before unfolding them and starting over towards the kid and the bed he had been in. "Your head's going to be hurting for a while from that nasty fall," he continued to hum and step forwards before extending a hand out to the boy in an effort to help him up if he wanted. "I called a few places, so don't worry about work too much," he half chuckled.

[kumakichi]

❯❯ Though he could swear he felt a pair of eyes staring him down, somehow he still jumped a bit at the sound of the doctor's voice. He cursed again, much more quietly, under his breath, irritated that he could be caught off guard so easily. "You might want to get back into bed." He peered through one eye up at the doctor, just barely tilting his head. It hurt so much just to turn the damn thing.

The tap of his shoes against the floors echoed dully in his skull, making its pounding worse. Oddly enough, where he'd hit the ground felt completely numb. It seemed like it should have been throbbing worse than his headache. There must have been something on the gauze wrapped around his head, he figured. He couldn't help but feel a bit grateful for that. "Your head's going to be hurting for a while from that nasty fall." His brows knit to form worried crescents over his eyes as he glanced downward again, discouraged. "Ah... yeah... probably." He wasn't sure if his humming was soothing or painful to listen to, but he could say for certain it was damn annoying.

Hearing him step forward again, Kumakichi frowned, grimacing a bit as he tilted his head once more to look up at him. He blinked in surprise however as the doctor reached a hand out toward him, offering to help him up. The gesture couldn't have possibly been more confusing to the boy, who simply stared at it dumbfounded, his mouth hanging open. "Ah?" He couldn't even think how to ask if he was being sincere or just mocking him. "I called a few places, so don't worry about work too much." Guilt hit instantly. It tore straight through his stomach, twisting it into a knot, he couldn't keep a look of regret from rising to his face.

His hand reached up timidly before getting a solid grip on that of the doctor's, giving it a tight squeeze as he stumbled a bit, forcing himself back to his feet. He caught himself before he could fall forward into the doctor, though that didn't keep his face from flaring red and his lips from trembling in embarrassment, a mumbled "Oops," tumbling out. He let go as soon as he felt he was able too, pulling himself back up to sit on the bed and hanging his head like a punished child, crossing his feet at his ankles. "Thank you..." His fingers pressed gingerly to the bandaging at the back of his head as he thought.

Afraid of being crushed by the silence that would settle in, or pummeled by the doctor's words, he was quick to speak up, cocking his head to one side and glancing at the wall. He shuddered at the feeling of his blood rushing at the slight movement, it made his stomach turn again. "I slipped on your floor." It didn't even hit him, the obviousness of the statement. "Sorry." It was clear from his tone his mind was wandering, he didn't sound terribly focused.