Kiku walked down the halls of the hospital. A nurse was talking to him about taking care of a child abuse patient. Her name was (Name) and she was about 8 years old. A year ago they had found her locked in a closet of an abandoned house. She was bloodied, beaten, malnourished, and terrified. Many doctors and nurses had tried to get her to talk, but were close to giving up. The doctors knew she was able to talk, but she was afraid. (Name)'s parents had harmed her each time she tried to talk, thus making her afraid to speak. (Name) had not enjoyed the physical contact of another person. From what the doctors had found, she was trying to isolate herself from others. Fact that she didn't enjoy physical contact and tried to avoid others would mean that, Kiku would be the perfect person to take care of her. Whether he could get her to open up or not was a mystery.
Kiku knocked on (Name)'s door and entered the room. Her room was bright white with pictures from magazines covering the walls. A small toy chest with donated toys lay in the corner. Her bed was a small hospital bed with white sheets and a white blanket. Kiku saw (Name) who was coloring in a coloring book. (Name) was a cute little girl with long (Hair Color) hair and bright (Eye Color) eyes. She looked up from her coloring book and scooted away. She looked scared all of a sudden. Then Kiku understood, whatever her parents had done to her had left a traumatic mental scar. Whether that mental scar could be healed or not was a unknown. The nurse smiled as if nothing was wrong and walked closer to her. "Listen sweetie, this is the new doctor Dr.Honda. He's gonna be taking care of you from now on, okay?" The nursed explained.
(Name) just stared at her blankly. The nurse just sighed and handed a clip board to Kiku. "Best of luck to ya." The nurse mumbled before leaving the room.
The nurse had told you that you had a new doctor. You didn't know whether to be happy or worried. Your old doctor had been fired for yelling at you. He had smack you in the face and called you stupid. Dr.Honda walked over to your coloring book looking in it. You walked over to your bed and picked up your bunny. His name was Mr.Fluffles. He was the only toy you had when you lived with your abusive parents. You soon curled up on your bed, trying to sleep. Soon enough you dosed off and fell into a deep sleep...
Kiku looked at the girl and sighed. He looked around the room once more. (Name) seemed to like animals and flowers. Kiku soon tucked (Name) in and left her room. Kiku walked down the hall and enter his bosses office. As he enter his bosses office he found that he didn't look happy. "Mr.Zwingli we need to talk about (Name)..." Kiku started out.
"You're damn right we need to talk about (Name)! We're running out of money to support the hospital!"Vash cried out.
"What does (Name) have to do with any of this...?"Kiku asked confused.
"Do you know how many doctors have come and go? Do you know how much money we've used to support her!? SHE'S A HOPELESS CASE!"Vash yelled.
"Risten! I wanted to know if I can take care of her? I have some ideas I need to test! Then maybe, just maybe, she can be happy and normar..."Kiku suggested.
Vash sighed rubbing his temples, "Are you sure about this Kiku? If you can't do it you're stuck with her! Plus, in order for you to do this you have to adopt her... Not to mention support her. You won't be able to send her to an orphanage either. Do you not understand what your getting yourself into Honda? Every single doctor has failed to help her! What makes you think you can?" Vash ranted on.
"I don't know... I just want to herp her! I want to adopt her! Ret me do this! I know I can and wirr! You just wait and see!" Kiku begged.
Vash grabbed the papers out of an old filing cabinet and handed the to Kiku. Kiku looked over them and sighed them quickly. "I wirr be here to pick her up tomorrow morning..." Kiku said.
"Fine by me..." Vash replied. as Kiku left the room.
Kiku left the hospital and grabbed some clothes for (Name). She couldn't just leave in a hospital gown. Kiku was determined to make (Name) happy. She looked so sweet and scared. Staying in that room would only drive her more mad. That room was her prison and he was her key. Kiku soon got home and began working on (Name)'s room, ate some dinner, and went to bed...
*TO BE CONTINUED*