Miniature Garden Chemister

A tearing, but small, scream of darkness echoed in the store, where the gentle afternoon sun plunged in. Suddenly, the gaze of a surprised employee or someone who was enjoying tea is directed at me from the source.

It was my own voice, but it was too far from my usual voice. Besides, I dropped the receiver I had. I had to pick it up... I thought in a corner of my head, but my thoughts scratched out of my head in a flash and jumped out of a coffee shop (cafe) where I was working part-time.

I ran in a straight line, blind to the surprised shopkeeper's (master's) voice to stop me.

What I heard from the phone was the mother's painful tears. Plus the hasty voice you hear from behind the phone. That's all I asked, and even if my mother didn't tell me anything and this, I told her enough of what I wanted to say.

Catch a taxi right off the main street through a narrow street with a coffee shop (cafe). Now it's the driver's "How far?" I can't wait for my voice. At the same time as I get in, I tell my destination and I calm my palpitations down.

Instead of black, the hair stretched to the slightly brown waist was disturbed by the running and remained part-time to the outfit. This stylish uniform features a frilled apron on the black ground. My feet hurt a little because I ran with a pair of heeled shoes.

The driver never spoke to me with his eyes gently closed and just sitting in the back seat. Probably because the destination I told you about was University Hospital. Plus I'm in a hurry no matter who sees it. You guessed the situation, and you rushed past the car running in front to your destination.

When I arrived at the university hospital, he stopped at the closest point to the entrance and called out to care for me.

"You can pay later, just don't do it fast!

"Uncle... Huh! Thanks, I'll be right back!

Hurry up and run into the hospital and aim for reception.

"Um, where is my sister... Nanki Hana!?

You noticed my momentum, the look on the receptionist's sister's face breaks for a moment, but I can't afford to care about that. "I'll check right away," a voice hung from behind me as I tried to get up. Looking back, Takagi, the nurse in charge of his sister, stood there.

"Emergency O.R., I'll show you around, follow me!

"……… YES!!

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Have you ever prayed to God before?

Even if there's any trouble, I think I'm the one who's been through it.

However.

Today, allow me to offer my prayers.

And please, please, may my wish come true.

You can dedicate everything I have.

"So God... please help my sister, please help me with the flowers..."

My disappearing little voice echoes in the dim hospital hallway. That's like someone's funeral, and I'm scared that even Reaper might come out.

Sitting in the provided chair, the door next to it is lit with a 'in surgery' and a red light.

Next to me, your father and mother are sitting down as well, both of them relaxed and leaning all the way down. I can only send my gaze to the nurse who comes by from time to time and pray that the surgery is done safely.

At a time like this, I regret my helplessness, which is neither a doctor nor anything. No, I know there's nothing I can do where I regret...

My sister is currently undergoing emergency surgery.

Now I'm at a large university hospital.

Hospital where my sister's flower fell ill 4 years ago and was hospitalized.

At first, I thought both my parents and I would just have a cold. He took over-the-counter medication and was watching. But the flower condition never got better. Her parents, who felt strange, took the flowers to the hospital.

But the doctor's diagnosis was brutal. The name of the flower was “unknown”.

Whether you test your head or your blood, you don't know what's causing it. That's right, the doctor poked me. The prediction was that it could be a new breed of virus or something. However, there is no substantiating certainty.

When I was 17 at that time, I despaired of the cruelty of that fate, when my 13-year-old sister was suddenly hospitalized.

On school days off, we go shopping and cooking together. Sometimes before the test, I taught them to study.

Seeing us like that, my parents were laughing at me, "You're like a twin, even though you're old away". However, the constant smile of the day collapsed in an instant like a castle made of sand. The sound of waves coming and going on the beach sounds like a kid playing around in a neighborhood park...... it sounds like a mockery.

"... all of a sudden, he said his condition had changed dramatically. The doctor tells me that the respiratory organs are probably obstructed. The end time of the surgery is... TBD, I hear."

"... I'm sure the flowers will be fine...?

Your father, who had been silent for a long time, told you about the situation of the flowers.

Then your mother stroked my back to caress and reassure me. Sweet to that, I hug my mother all the time. Kill your voice, cry and calm your mind a little.

Yeah. I'm fine. Don't believe your sister is safe, what are you going to do?

"Ah, that's right..."

"What's wrong?

"I didn't pay for a cab... my driver's uncle told me to come first because I can pay for it later."

If you drop your gaze on the watch, the time is 17: 00. It should have been after 16: 00 when I called the coffee shop (cafe) where I was working. When that happens, even if you pull the travel time, it's a calculation that has kept you waiting for nearly 30 minutes.

"It's been quite a while... look, take this"

One 5,000 yen bill was offered. I noticed that I didn't have anything because I jumped out of my part-time job in a hurry. Seeing how that went, your father's face broke a little.

Stand up hastily, and return immediately, and leave the place.

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When I returned to the hospital entrance, my taxi uncle waited for me for a cup of coffee. When he noticed me, he raised his hand and greeted me with a smile.

"Look. You look terrible."

"Oh, thank you very much……."

He gave me a can of warm milk tea.

My uncle hasn't asked me anything. "Were you all right?" And if I were asked, I would surely cry without being able to reply.

Now I just thought it was my uncle's kindness to remain silent, and I decided to sweeten him.

Drink milk tea and thank your uncle for leaving the place.

He didn't ask me anything until the end and smiled and dropped me off. I wanted to be such a caring adult, too.

He also enters the hospital from the front entrance and heads to the elevator.

But when I got there, a bunch of people in wheelchairs were just waiting for the order. The operating room is on the third floor. Then I decided I wouldn't have a problem walking and I climbed the side stairs.

'Hey, shall I grant you my wish...?

Just enough to pass upstairs and hang out in front of the third floor?

Out of nowhere, my voice sounded. No, it's not a voice that sounded in the hallway or stairs. Directly to my head, it might be easier to understand if I said my voice sounded.

"So, who......?

"Mm-hmm.“ God, Sama. "

"What...!?

And the LORD of his voice, who rang, proclaimed that he was God.

I'll look around just in case, but there's no sign of anyone.

"What do you mean………?

I honestly whine my doubts.

Being a god... I know as much as there can be.

But.

What if, really, God?

If you really can help your sister out?

"Earlier, you were praying, Desho?" You can dedicate everything to me, help my sister ". So it's a barter. The desire to help my sister in exchange for all of you... I'll make it happen for you. What do we do? '

"Ah...!

No way, no way!

Are you really telling me that God came to me to fulfill my wish? It's not a miracle level anymore. In words, I can't say enough... joy.

"Help, help my sister!! Because I don't care what happens...!

'Yeah. Fine, I'll make it happen for you!

I can't make sure it's really God. But in case there's any chance of that. I can throw everything.

Reminds me of the flowers, aware of God's words that are bright 'fine'. And I feel the pain in my hand and realize that I was squeezing my hand tightly.

'Cause as long as the tip of the flower isn't long anymore... as much as there's almost zero prospect of it being helpful even after surgery, I know.

So please help me.

I just stand on the spot, as I pray.

Close your eyes and think of the flowers.

My younger sister, who is 4 years old, is now 17 years old and was found sick and hospitalized at the age of 13. Then I couldn't get out much longer. For a flower who always played with friends outside, that wouldn't have been a hard word to describe. In a different way, I killed my time playing games that I could even do in the house. And now that I'm 17, is it the only joke that comes out right now that I've even become a little gamer?

It's also a pleasant memory now that he played too many games and his angry father drained his outlet and had a big fight with the flowers.

Flowers. I'm laughing... smiling flowers, I want to see you again.

"Nanki-san......! The surgery is over!!

In the middle of the hallway, a nurse, Takagi, ran over to me in tears.

Safe, done………?

"Ho, really............?

"Yep, it's true............!

To the sudden words, my thoughts did not react immediately.

Just one thing I found out. Only that the flower surgery is safe and done.

Just that fact, if you know what I mean.

As soon as there was tears overflowing. Is it because I'm relieved or because I'm happy? I don't know how to stop the overflowing tears, but Takagi was crying as well.

I need to get to the flowers right away, and yes, I stepped out.

But the step ahead was a darker world on one side, deeper than at night......

Suddenly out of balance, I fell on the spot. The front, the back, the bottom, and the ceiling were all black on one side.

"Duh, what do you mean...? Takagi-san?"

I call the name of Takagi, who stayed with me until this moment, but I have no reply.

One side per, to this world where I can't see anything, now I'm the only one......?

"Shit, I'm afraid... Father, Mother... Huh!

The whole body remembers fear and embraces itself all the time.

What the hell kind of joke is this?

Or did I faint knowing that the flowers were safe? If so, this can be concluded with the world of dreams.

But the “voice” that reached my ear at that time showed that it was real.

"Welcome, Hinami"

I heard it from behind. Plus, I turn around slowly.

I've heard it, voice. Yes, this is…… the voice of God.

When I turned around, a man stood.

Does it look dark because a man is glowing? Or have my eyes gone crazy?

Sweet chestnut hair is long enough not to be on your shoulders, and the clothes you're wearing make you imagine the West. A deep orange garment fitted to the body with a short hem woven with a jacket. If I were to borrow the words of a flower, would it be someone in the game? When it came to the defensiveness of game characters' combat clothes, I often wondered if the design was valued or if I was watching a game played by flowers next to it.

And I can't say it in the words I have. No, one word. Is it good-looking if I say it this way? Those sparkling gemstone eyes were straight at me.

"You... God?

"You are most welcome here."

“God” snorted at my inquiry.