After Lunshi's surgery, Yusuke and Makura stayed at the hospital for about two days.
I could move the next day if it was just an appendix removal, but I needed to see how it was because it burst and had pus.
Fortunately, there was no fever in Lunch, light exercise was allowed, and where my appetite had come from, I decided to go home. The van was loaded with large quantities of medicines and equipment.
It wasn't until I got back to City Hall that I had a problem.
The leader disappeared after leaving only a letter saying he was headed to the hospital for a child's surgery. City Hall was in a lot of fuss.
The summoned meeting room was almost like an inquisition.
……
Yusuke looks around silently as he sits on a pipe chair. Some look difficult, others look uncomfortable, others are driven by curiosity.
After Makura had finished explaining his actions over the past few days, there was no one to talk to, and there was an awkward silence on the spot.
Eventually, the chairman's water bridge opened his mouth with a sigh. He sounded like an ex-high school teacher, like a degenerate, calm voice.
"In the meantime, I'm safe and secure...... Never do this again. It's bad for the heart."
"... Yes. I'm sorry."
Makura sitting next to her lowers her head softly.
"Takemura-san too. Do you mind?
……
Yusuke tried to say something, but grabbed his mouth and nodded lightly.
That throwing attitude raises a voice from another human being.
"... you put only one doctor here at risk. You know where that is? I don't even know when the rescue will come, at this time..."
"I'm sorry. Reflecting. Seriously."
In fact, there are no shards such as feelings of reflection, but if you talk about anything, you can get extra eyes on it. He's in a position to risk Makura's good intentions to treat a nearby child. I can't say anything bad.
"Um..."
Makura opened her mouth.
"Surgery was necessary. Thanks to you, Ryuji, you've been very helpful..."
"... and the way I did it was too violent. Not until we have a proper plan and make sure it's safe. The teacher is irreplaceable."
"But it was really just that. Had I been further behind that, it would have taken a considerable amount of time to recover. It could have been too late. Acting arbitrarily is a reflection. But thanks to Takemura-san, Luji, it's true that you helped. Sure, it was reckless behavior, but I think Mr. Takemura was confident, and rightly so, it was hardly dangerous. Thus, all three have returned safely, and as a result, I think we have the best."
"Oh, really..."
Other humans were a little surprised by Makura speaking in a strong tone sometime. He is somewhat of a summariser and a Makura who respects sum. It was a rare attitude.
Yusuke also gathers his gaze, as he deduces the relationship between the two.
(Hey......)
Yusuke groans in his heart for being extra conspicuous thanks to Makura's follow-up.
More than that, the voice of the bullet did not lift.
It's an action I originally took to help my child. Nor can we strongly condemn it around us. There was an atmosphere of getting lost in the drop.
"Uh... I have an agenda I'd like to get out of the procurement squad, can I move on?
With that said, the president put up one of the bundles of brochures. It was an outdoor center material.
Until Makura and Yusuke returned, they refrained from coming up with a mobility plan. Originally from the Yusuke proposal, but now it's a delicate position. Without giving a good name, it would explain the mobility plan.
Yusuke was allowed to leave his seat when the conversation became obnoxious and he moved in the direction of the operation.
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Since the baggage loaded from the hospital was not even a large amount, Yusuke decided to bring it in alone. There weren't many people paying attention to the disappearance of Makura as to whether a warrant had been laid.
However, on the way up from the underground parking lot to the infirmary, I noticed that the atmosphere at City Hall was changing.
(Something... are you all Chili, refreshed?
I feel that the air flashed by fatigue and distress is less than before.
Though necked internally by its discomfort, as he was carrying his luggage, on the way down the hall, he came across a place that was as if it were a waiting room. A bench is placed in front of an open door and a few humans are somewhat excited to chat.
(What...?
I look at the sticky paper on the door.
There, the text was heavily written in magic.
"Hair cuts. Free. Thirty minutes per person. Reception until 19: 00 '
Inside the room, Ono-ji was cleaning his hair scattered on the floor with a broom in one hand. He is a college student style man with glasses, who previously accompanied him at the logistics center. Speak unexpectedly.
"What are you doing...?
"Ah... Takemura-san"
Ono-ji smiled like a soldier.
"Yep..."
When I glanced at the end of Ono-ji's gaze, I saw a young man with ponytail, Kudo, on a blonde mesh.
This is also a man who fought together at the logistics center, but now he has scissors and kushi in his hand, cutting the hair of a young woman. The body was covered with cloth and a mirror was placed on the desk opposite it. Originally it seemed like a small office, but now it was organized and had a beauty salon sight.
Kudo noticed this one,
"Oh, Takemura! Long time no see."
"It's been a while."
Look around, even across the entrance. Not even a very large room, but a few women of various ages, stood by me, making a mockery. The afternoon sun is entering through the window, softly illuminating the room. It was like a salon.
"... what? Are you a barber?
"Whoa, that's a big deal."
While talking, Kudo moves his hands without delay. There was an atmosphere of amateur separation about how the hair was put together and how the scissors were held.
"I'll cut you, too, so come at night. It's been a while since we've had dinner."
"... ooh. Thankyou......?
Yusuke left the room behind with his neck hanging.
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Like I was told, when I headed to my room after seven o'clock at night, they were just my last guests. To my old aunt, Kudo was showing the finish in the mirror. The woman smiles and nods, and Kudo responds to it with a smile. It was an amazingly honest way to laugh.
The woman bowed her head to this side and left the room with a woman her age waiting, talking pleasantly. When they moved away, the room became quiet.
A sigh of breath Kudo found Yusuke standing at the entrance.
"Okay, you're here. Sit down."
"Oops......"
To Yusuke, who sits in a chair in confusion, Kudo wears a covering cloth in a manner he is used to. I can't even get a hold of my neck. Turning his face to Ono-ji next to him,
"Will it be Men's Day tomorrow? It's hard for a man to come because he's just a woman."
"Might be nice. I think a lot of guys want a haircut."
Ono-ji, who answers, seems to be doing something like an assistant. They work meticulously preparing hot water for pots, wet towels, cleaning floors, etc.
As he looked at it, Yusuke said with a mouthful that looked unexpected.
"I mean, Kudo... you, you cut your hair. Like a former hairdresser?
"Hmm... sort of..."
Mouthfeel a little.
"... any hopes for a haircut or something?
"Just keep it short where it's stretching."
"Appropriate. Rikai."
When I answer lightly, the fog will dampen my hair. He put together his hair pinched with his fingers, looked in the mirror, and seemed to solidify his image after the cut.
Looking through the mirror at that,
"But that's surprising. Productive, Kudo has these stunts."
"Right. The first time I heard it, I was surprised."
To the two words, Kudo laughs bitterly.
"I've got a lot going on."
"I told you one day. People have a history. Is that it?"
That's the word Kudo crushed when he was talking about the president.
"Oh...... sort of. Me too, this was my job originally.... but it wasn't for you."
"Hmmm......?
As he talks, the scissors make crisp noises and cut off his hair. Repeating fine tuning with delicate hands, the overall atmosphere remains unchanged and shaped. It was a professional job.
Kudo remained silent for a while, but he opened his mouth to see if he had guessed the air that remained in doubt.
"I don't know what to say to myself, but technology isn't bad. Just... get in trouble with the customers."
"Trouble?"
Kudo began to move his hand after a little silence.
"... about my third year in the store. Oba Han, who's so nasty, is here."
While continuing to cut,
"I wish the new girl in charge had made me cry...... He did look par, but he was a hard worker and a good kid."
Stop your hand once and check the shape of your hair in the mirror.
"I took my place because I couldn't help it. I knew it was annoying. When I was washing my hair, did it itch? - I stuck it in the water and did it. but I didn't know what I was talking about when I said it and fluttered my hands and feet! It was a masterpiece, that one."
So Kudo took a breather,
"... don't be fired naturally"
"Be..."
"You will..."
"I like to cut my hair, but that's when I found out it wasn't for business, so I had trouble getting a job back. So, under the care of the president, I started earthbound. This one's still an amateur, but as far as I'm concerned, it suits me sexually."
"Hmmm...... So, why the hair again?
Kudo looks embarrassed,
"No, because he tells me to do it..."
"Because of the technology, I thought it was a waste. We were all happy, weren't we, Takemura?"
"Oh, there were so many people here... Something was getting better at City Hall. It could be a plain but pretty important job. Now you're eating, right?
"... besides this, besides"
Even so, Kudo had an atmosphere that seemed less than full.
Ono-ji twinkles with smudges.
"Really, people don't look like it... Kudo, I've been reading difficult books."
"Uh... you're lying. I can't see..."
Yusuke's nagging gaze, Kudo cut his hair,
"Even a historical novel... It's just a lot of Chinese characters, it's not hard or anything. He's just a bunch of guys chamfering around."
"That's surprising at a time when it's not a comic book."
"Right"
……
"Hey, your hair's cut right off. Enough! Enough! I don't need it!
Seeing the two attacking with their hairstyles, Ono-ji erupts.
The chatter ensued without distinction.
As the cut drew to an end, Kudo said as he thought.
"No, are you free tomorrow night?
"Nothing."
to, and Kudo grins.
"Well, let's have a drink."
"A drinking party?
"We talked about two women with cut hair and how they look like a concoction. If Takemura's coming, he'll bring another one. I'm only a little drunk, but this kind of thing is a knoll."
……
"... could also be pornographic"
Yusuke shut up and gave him his right hand from under the cloth.
Kudo grips the hand disappointingly.
"Do it."
I'll take care of it.
Kudo had a refreshing grin.
Ono-ji smiles bitterly, smiling at it.
As I was taking the cloth and paying for my fallen hair, a shadow appeared at the entrance.
"Oh, did you come here?"
It was Makura in white. They were looking for Yusuke.
"Will the teacher cut his hair, too? It's free now."
"Hair, is it? No, I..."
Makura looked bewildered, but clutched her hair with her hands as she glanced over the room, which had become a simple hairdresser. After staring at the tip of the branch, he turned his gaze to Yusuke.
"... did you have Takemura-san cut too?
"Ooh. Refreshing."
"... then, may I ask you"
"I'll take care of it. Get in the chair."
As they say, lower your back like a snack or something.
Looking in the mirror at the front, Makura gave a strange look. He's confused by the everyday sight of his sudden return. Yusuke watched how it went.
"Oh, no. What can I do for you? Looks like I've been looking for you."
"Oh, it was decided at the meeting. I'll talk to you later."
"Hmm."
The cloth is covered and the position of the mirror is adjusted.
"It would be nice if it were a catalog. You can do most hairstyles. What shall we do?"
To Kudo's words, Makura shuts up. And then to the mirror, as you ask this one,
"... What kind of hair do you like, Takemura?
Me?
"Yeah. Shorter or something..."
"No... nothing. Especially not."
"Hmmm...... is that right"
Makura is messing with her hair in the mirror with her hands as she covers her neck.
Yusuke noticed the gaze of Kudo and Ono-ji, poured from the side. The two had a surprised look on their faces, holding this one back.
……
The confused Yusuke is turned into a funny look on Kudo's face. Shortly after you asked, he held his shoulder and took him into the shadows.
Kudo whispered,
"... I'm sorry I said something weird earlier. We don't talk about drinks."
"Huh?"
"No, I didn't. That's really bad. I'm gonna go with you."
"Oh, hey..."
Kudo returns to his seat, listens to Makura's request, and begins to prepare for the cut. Yusuke remained distracted and turned it around.
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After killing time on the corridor bench for a while, Makura showed up from the room.
"Um... what do you think?
Makura glances up at this one, shyly holding her neck. She had long dark hair, beautiful facial contours, and a neat atmosphere. Without even a neighborhood under your eyes, you'd be quite beautiful.
"Isn't that nice?
"Really? Good."
Makura smiled faintly.
"Well, let's go."
"Is that the infirmary?
"Yes, because I haven't finished packing yet"
"Okay. I know. Help."
"That's right. I need you to pay me back for a while."
As he walked, Makura giggled dull. Yusuke said after the surgery, you owe me.
Yusuke sighed,
"Shiatsu doesn't have to stay..."
With Ryuji's recovery, the catch that was in Yusuke's mind has disappeared. I even thought I wouldn't mind moving away from this population if I succeeded in moving to an outdoor center.
The idea of a stable community, including doctors, is almost becoming a reality. If you live in the city properly and have what you need, you can go deal in the mountains. I've thought about it before, like a trader.
(And then those guys...)
The remaining concerns are the zombie intellectuals. It can be dangerous not only against a group, but also against Yusuke.
Makura said as she panicked to Yusuke, who showed her how to think about it.
"Um, you don't have to be too serious when it comes to borrowing. This one helped too...... Well, if you're busy..."
"Oh? No, no, no. You don't have to worry about that. If you need anything, tell me now."
Makura had received the words with a mysterious face.
After arriving at the infirmary, Makura told her about the meeting as she began sorting medicines and equipment.
"Moving to the outdoor center, decided. It depends on the safety on the road..."
"Heh... Then we need to find the ship."
"... to the city again?
"Oh. On a ship with keys, I also expect to practice maneuvering... will it take a week or so"
……
When I saw it, Makura's hand was stopped.
"... after all, I think it's dangerous. I've been counting on Takemura-san for a while now."
"Really now."
"Right......"
Makura grinned bitterly and stood up. Arrange the medicines on the shelves that have been checked against the list, and bring them to the back office where they need to be handled. He also had as many instruments as he could have had for simple surgery.
Makura kept her back,
"You're welcome to say that, but be careful. What I really can't change is the feeling of someone like Takemura."
To the words, Yusuke looks sideways and observes Makura.
From the look of Makura, who organizes in a pale way, the inner part of it is irreplaceable.
I also thought you'd taken your own secret, but it doesn't seem like it.
"What makes you think that?
"... I don't know. Why not? I guess it's a sense of purpose...... Maybe, in a situation like now, you can't just seek stability. I think I need someone to be able to give me movement around.... what was missing from me was that or..."
The second half was mostly solitary. I didn't mean to blame myself, I just noticed, that kind of tone.
Yusuke continued his work without responding in particular. Silence strikes me, but it's not awkward.
In previous counseling, there was something tingling as we exchanged words, but now, it could even be described as a cheap air. Events at the hospital are cracking each other's bottom. Makura herself had no choice but to dress now.
Second, Makura opened her mouth.
"Oh, yeah. Changes in room allocation were also decided at the meeting. Tomorrow, I think I'll be in touch again."
"Room splitting?
"Because room splitting now was tentative until rescue arrived. With people who were at City Hall from the beginning, and new arrivals listening to the broadcast, there's no denying there's a hedge. Some people are going to work with the new security team, and at this point, I thought I'd try changing the room division before moving in and use it as a reference in an outdoor center."
"Heh..."
Relationships don't really fit, but they come out. Some groups will have no problems, others will have no problems. Let's test it out before we migrate.
(And...)
The fact that no rescue is coming should give the refugees considerable anxiety.
At that time, it is not a good idea for the Commission to be able to present any plans. The air inside City Hall will be depressing and soon out of control. The plan to migrate to the mountains was approved lightly, perhaps because something needed to be done.
On the way to continuing the sorting, Yusuke found an unfamiliar box.
"Hmm? I let you in like this"
"Oh, that's..."
Some of the small boxes I took out were packed with colorful packages. Take one of them and put it in front of you.
It was a condom.
Makura blushed a little and looked away awkwardly, but immediately said in a calm voice.
"... I thought I'd hand it out to the women. Because all this is not something you can forbid because you can't. At the very least, we need women to defend themselves."
"Oh...... I see"
I guess you're talking about the wind discipline within City Hall. In a critical and obstructive situation, if there were young men and women, it would inevitably happen. Pregnancy is risky because of. Prevent it with contraceptives. It was an obstetrician-like attention.
(No, you had it in my hand... keep it in the dump. I haven't done it in a while. Toko, how are you...)
Makura's voice rang as I was thinking about that and packaging it.
"... one if you like"
"Oh, no... fine"
"Really?
"... then I'll have it"
Put that little package in your pocket.
Makura doesn't look here.
"Don't use it unrestrained because it's limitless"
"Unharmed..."
"I'm sorry to have invited you."
I immediately thought of it. It's about Kudo's drinks.
(You were listening...)
I felt like Commissioner Kazaki found me a porn book.
"... Oh, I'm so sorry. Thanks to someone."
……
Answer as if it were a mess, but no reply.
When she did her gaze, Makura was staring at herself. Put your hands together for lack of location,
"... excuse me. I'm not going to say this... the"
Makura's eyes stare at this one.
The focus is shaking. Something was wrong.
"... hey, you okay?
……
Makura's, who was bending and working, fell apart and laid his hands on the floor.
You look pale.
Makura remained nagging, with a tidy voice,
"... it's probably a withdrawal symptom... flinch..."
"Oh, the pills."
Yusuke hits his tongue.
What Makura was taking was a slow-release morphine. Medical drugs, used for palliative care of cancer patients, etc. I don't have a problem with it if I use it to contain my pain, but if I become mentally dependent, like Makura, I get addicted.
What is happening now was withdrawal symptoms due to a sudden reduction in medication.
However, because the dependence was relatively mild, the symptoms such as fever, chills, headaches and nausea were all that were needed. The peak came before the hospital, and then it was a little calm, but they hit me back again.
"Rest in the back for now... No, medicine?
Makura shakes her head faintly. They can suppress the symptoms with reduced amounts of morphine, but not enough to rely on it.
I was just trying to carry it in the back, and the sound of knocking on the door sounded.
Makura stood up to support Yusuke's hand and responded to a human outside the room, also at the desk. The door opens and the woman shows her face.
"Sorry I'm late. Someone threw up dinner and I'd like to see my teacher..."
"It's okay. Can I bring him over here?
Makura nodded small to the look of a troubled woman.
"Okay. I'm on my way."
"Hey......"
To Yusuke's words, Makura shook her head and then said in a quiet voice.
"... if you'd like, you can follow me"
"Okay. You've got your stuff."
"... helpful"
I packed some medication in a bag for a visit, and the two followed the woman.
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The patient was a man in his fifties, with no fever, and the examination of Makura meant that it would be merely per meal. I prescribed some pills just in case, gave an explanation, and then I leave the big room.
I was on my way back to the infirmary.
Most of City Hall's lighting falls, and the area is dim. There were signs of a large number of humans in the central lobby at the end of the hallway, even though there should be few public streets. Quiet blurring and light leaking out into the hallway.
When Yusuke remembers the doubt, as Makura crumbles,
"Oh... it's a movie"
"Movies?"
Apparently, the lobby was deliberately illuminated, and the area was sinking into the dark. In it, lots of shadows sat. Only one corner of the wall is widely illuminated, and foreign streets are reflected there.
They're showing a movie on the projector. On a sheet laid on the floor, people sit like flowers, staring at the screen on the wall.
(Even though it's cold...)
Yusuke thought so when he turned around and saw him wear a blanket, but the lobby's screening was full of bright atmosphere.
Some people are sitting in a pipe chair by the wall, whispering and interested in chatting, others are stopping by and standing still. It was like a festival, free to come and go and enjoy the air even if you were in the corner alone. The purpose would be to comfort the evacuees, but what did not make them indoors may have prioritised unity within the government building.
(You're thinking a lot...)
Fu, in the audience, found the little shadow he saw, and Yusuke gazed.
It was Ryuji. I just broke up this morning, but I've been in good shape ever since, and I'm obsessed with the movie.
On the side, there was a girl I found in the garrison leaning against me. I'm looking around wondering if I don't like a lot of people or if they fall. It was an alarming trick.
The slender shadow that was next to him leaned over, as he eared to the girl.
Late moon.
Sink in the darkness and I don't see the look on your face.
Reaching out.
The girl hesitated, but shook that hand in awe, putting her gaze back on the screen. Now I'm concentrating on the movie.
A shadow of a man sitting next to him spoke of something in the late moon. The deep moon nods faintly and the man shakes himself with pleasure.
The four of them were somewhere tight.
I smile around, envious, with that sight.
I knew why right away.
Few people in this room survive in the family right now. They are all scattered. It could also be described as a group not stopping by.
No matter how festive the atmosphere may be, its loneliness cannot be plucked.
What the surroundings see through those four was the sight of a former family, a regiment that has now become precious.
……
You felt your gaze, the deep moon tries to turn this one around.
As I walked out, I felt strongly Makura's gaze beside me.