It was blasphemy. How could ALL the Sohma's have fallen sick? And just great, the only doctor available was himself. . . It was just plain absurd in Hatori's eyes. And to top it off, he was dead beat.
Collapsing into his chair, back at the main house, all he seeked was rest. The comfort of his pillow and the warm futon. And the craze and the concept of jelly buns these days was totally deranged. But here he was, the dragon of the zodiac, thinking about jelly buns. . . and not Akito's health.
Things are not coming to me anymore. . . I need a holiday after this. . . the thought left his mind. A holiday was a ridiculous idea, with the constant need to look after Akito. And to keep Ayame and Momiji out of trouble on top of that.
Shigure has it lucky. . . Ayame does as well. . . But this was not a time to wallow in self pity. There were many sick members of the family to be taken care of, and unfortunately there was many of them, and one of him. Why couldn't the Sohmas have been less prone to Sickness? The next thing you know, Shigure's editor will rush into the door proclaiming that the writer has the flu.
There was work to be done. Taking up his bag and his coat, Hatori made the short walk to his car.
[[ My attempt to revive this RP. -^^- ]]