Luck? Yeah right. [completed]

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Character(s): Saitou and NPCs
Content: Saitou being rescued by NPCs and brought to Aiches to recover.
Setting: around Niflheim
Time: late evening
Warnings: none~


Some people call him lucky to be surviving so many battles and disasters, but he really would like to disagree. For one, having one's foot jammed under a million tonnes of rubble is not a nice feeling when one is still alive. And another, one needs to smoke when one is alive, and it is not a nice feeling to be running out of cigarettes either. Also, it seems that having his head bashed made him call himself 'one' like a certain red-headed battousai does. How awful.

Saitou takes another drag from his cigarette, gingerly shifting a little to give his broken left arm some space. He has been sitting here for quite some time now. While he is conveniently hidden from the strange white creatures, he is also hidden from any passerby who might help him. He can call out, sure, but he won't.

He can get out and go to a hospital himself. Saitou will do that once he finishes this one cigarette, or two. That is none of your business.

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"Fujita Goro." Michael repeated, stumbling over the name a little, but had it ready in his memory. "There are a few others. If I’m not mistaken, though, if you ask for Doctor Michael, you should get me sooner or later. I’m almost positive I’m the only doctor with the name Michael at this point in time. I don’t know when that will change. Things change relatively quickly here, as you’ve probably noticed."

He sighed, watching the roads, "Ah…we’re almost there.”

When they finally arrived, Michael helped 'Fujita Goro' down from the rickshaw. David stood there, taking the man into his arms and carefully lowering the patient back down on the makeshift stretcher. Together, the three once again lifted their patient up, this time to get him into the hospital. Upon entering inside, David, settled the patient in a chair, sitting on one side. He likes this place, even though he's never been there before. The place smells somewhat sweet or maybe a little spicy. The incense in the air makes him think of the smoke that comes from a scented cigarette.

Gayle sat on the opposite side, one hand, carefully flitting through his hair, checking for any other signs of a fracture besides the one she had found earlier, to hide her fidgeting from the other medical professionals in the reception area(if you could even call them professionals exactly).

Meanwhile, Michael went to the reception desk, asking to see Dr. Nick, indicating the patient seated between David and Gayle, who while now lucid, was still a concern. He doubted there would be much…agreement on Gayle’s plan, but he knew how to disguise it well enough.

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Saitou nods in apprehension at Michael's explanation. Doctor Michael, noted. There doesn't seem to be that many people in the domed city, finding a person shouldn't be that hard. The people of Paixao seem to him as if they were cloned from a single being however, so if there were two doctors with the name Michael, things might get troublesome. He figures that Michael will remember him though, and that will certainly make things easier. While he normally hopes otherwise, Saitou thinks it would be good if Michael finds him to be memorable.

His headache is getting slightly worse after the bumpy ride on the rickshaw, so he closed his eyes after being moved back to the makeshift stretcher. Saitou had wished that they would put him on a bed somewhere right after that, but was rather disappointed when he had to move to a chair and wait for awhile as they get an appointment with a doctor. He finds it funny how people these days value forms over people.

Too tired to whip her hand away, Saitou lets the female doctor examine his head. He figures that she has a reason for it anyway, even though he was sure she checked his head already. Saitou wonders if his head is still shaped like a normal head. The headache certainly says otherwise. "How bad is it?" he asks her.