#cause someone she loved sure is trapped and through multiple layers of security

[jesse5e]

I have thought about devo nonstop for 24 hours. This is what happens when you listen to the playlist in full and then have one HELL OF A SESSION

[squishneedsahero]

Jordskjelv

The Earth Shaker

Part 1 of ?

Word Count: 1885

Loki x Reader

Just a 2012 style avengers fanfic that is Loki x Reader. Sometime you just need cute fluff that is absolutely nothing more than self indulgence.

It had been a normal day, you going to work at the little cafe, serving people coffee and sandwiches, just living your normal life. Then things had shown up on the news, an attack in New York City. Aliens coming down from the sky and wreaking havoc on the city, and then you saw him and your heart stopped. The customers were all distracted so you called out on your break then and there, pulling out your phone and looking up the fight in NYC, you kept looking for any glimpse of the man with a red cape flying around with a hammer in hand.

"Thor," it comes out as a breathless whisper.

You don't care that you're in the middle of a shift, you shout to your coworkers that you have to leave and walk out the door. You needed to get to NYC, you needed to find Thor, you couldn't get there fast enough. Surely the fight would have ended by the time you even make it to the outside of the city, but hopefully you could make it on time to find Thor. Thor was the only chance you had for getting your old life back and you had missed him the last time he'd been anywhere close by.

As you get in your car and take off driving at a reckless pace you let your mind fill with memories. You'd grown up with Thor in Asgard, your name was actually Faylwyn even if here in Midgard you went by y/n. You'd run and played and trained alongside him and Sif and the Warriors Three. Then once you were a bit older you had gotten in trouble, gotten on Odin's bad side, and he had banished you to Midgard. Thor had to have not known that you were alive, else he would have come looking for you.

But it isn't Thor you care about here. You glance at the bracelet around your wrist, beads strung on a strand of black hair, intertwined with a strand of your own hair. It was all you had left of your life on Asgard, you'd been friends with Thor sure, but he was just Loki's dumb older brother. You and Loki had been inseparable, hell you'd even given each other love locks, thats what this bracelet was, you'd had to cut it out of your hair, but you couldn't just give it up. You'd put some beads on it to hide what it truly was but it was your most prized possession.

The lovelocks had been hidden, hidden under layers of your hair so that no one knew besides the two of you. You and Loki had had wonderful plans, plans to run away together, to explore the universe together, to get married once you were old enough and to spend the eons with one another. No one had known this, no one but the two of you, Odin was unlikely to allow it, Frigga had to listen to her husband, and Thor had a big mouth. No one had known the full extent of the love both of you shared for the other, but now you had a chance, a chance to find him again after 700 years of being in Midgard alone.

You had never stopped loving him in all that time, you had longed to be by his side once again, you could only imagine the pain he had felt with whatever story Odin had decided to tell of your disappearance. Now you had that chance to find him again and you weren't going to miss it for the second time. Your one and only fear was that, he might not love you anymore, after all this time that he had moved on while you hadn't.

You drive all day, the fight is long over when you reach the city, it's the middle of the night and the streets are packed with people and rubble along with alien bodies. There wasn't anyway you could continue to drive, so you got out of your car, leaving it running in your hurry, you don't care you don't need it. You look up on your phone directions to the Stark Tower, it was your best chance of finding Thor, and you begin running. You aren't fast like Captain America but you have stamina, able to run for hours and hours, going for miles and days on end.

No, you weren't Asgardian royalty, but here at least much like Thor was considered the god of thunder in ancient mythology, you were considered the goddess of earth. No, not like Earth the planet, but earth, the dirt, minerals, the ground beneath your very feet. Thor was able to fly, like the lightning and thunder, rushing through the air. You were able to run, moving with ease, being one with the ground beneath you, never faltering calm and steady.

You round a corner and the tower becomes visible, tall and graceful, pointing into the sky with lights illuminating its massive form. It's when you get close that you notice the many agents and people swarming the scene, there was no way you'd be able to get inside unnoticed. And none of these people knew who you were so they'd never let you in, you sigh, time to do something stupid, or at the very least a plan which Thor could have come up with. You slowed your pace, finding your way into an alley, then to a side door. "Here goes nothing," you say softly to yourself as you pry the locked door open and step inside.

Instantly alarms begin wailing and SHIELD agents begin to swarm towards your position. That was fine, you didn't want to hurt any of them but causing a scene would get the attention you needed. You needed to pose yourself as a big enough threat to need the attention of the heroes who had fought the aliens, any less and they'd ignore you, thinking you're some crazy from off the street. The agents surround you and you don't make a move, letting them go first. You don't want to hurt them, so you need to judge their skill first, you'd been fighting for nearly a thousand years, you'd easily be able to take them down.

The first to approach you with their gun, telling you to surrender since you weren't supposed to be here, you punch in the nose and knock them out. Seeing the ease with which you did that, leads to them calling for backup. Perfect. From there you focus, feeling a heavy sensation in your stomach as you do, slowly the ground opens up enough to sink their feet in and trap them, and one small, earthquake later their guns are on the floor.

You approach the one who had called for backup, and look them over briefly before speaking. "I need to talk to Thor, can you make that happen?"

They seem confused with your sudden loss of aggression, but nod, placing a finger to their ear as they reached out through their coms, "Director Fury, the infiltrator on the ground level wishes to speak with Thor. They have disarmed us and and have us all trapped my our feet in the floor but they do not seem to pose a threat as long as they see Thor."

You nod once and confirm, "I just wish to speak with him, I'm an old friend." With that you step back and place the door back in place, as you step outside once again, "I'll be in the park. Tell him I'm waiting."

With that you leave, and close the door behind you. Only releasing the agents from the ground once you've made it safely away. It was short and fortunately went better than planned. Now all you had to do was wait, and wait you did. It did not matter to you that it took hours for anything to happen. It didn't mater that you'd slept in the grass that night, and that the sun was rising when someone approached you. You had a chance to see your Loki again and that was all you needed to be happy.

You're awoken by someone speaking softly, "sir, I have eyes on the target." It's a woman's voice, you don't move, and continue to lay there, eyes closed.

It's when you hear the slightest sound of the grass moving that you finally do so as well, sitting up and moving to face her. It's the redheaded woman who was fighting alongside Thor the day previous. You offer a slight smile and a, "hello."

When you move Natasha removers her hand from the earpiece she was wearing, and asks, "you're the one that broke in last night asking for Thor?" It's posed as a question but you feel it's more of a statement.

"That is me, I'd just like to speak with him, I'm an old friend. My name is y/n l/n, at least that is the one you will find me under in all government records. Look me up, I don't care, just let me see Thor before he returns to Asgard," you come to a standing position and hold out your hand, "tell him Faylwyn wishes to see him, he'll know what you mean." With that you turn to walk away.

"Sorry, no can do, you're coming with me, you broke into a secure facility and took out multiple agents. You don't get to walk off right like that," she says and reaches for her hip.

You turn back to face her as she speaks, glancing at her hand before meeting her eyes again, "I'm willing to come peacefully. You don't have to tase me," you hold out your empty hands to her, "see, you can even handcuff me, just so I can speak with Thor."

Natasha looks at you, you're being genuine on this one thing, though she still doesn't trust you. She had seen the door you'd pried open, the imprints of your fingers in the metal around the latch, there was no way handcuffs would hold you if you wanted to leave. "No need, come on," she nods her head towards the tower and keeps her hand on the taser as she leads the way. You were a threat if you wanted to be, and obviously you were smart. You hadn't caused more damage that a broken door and a broken nose, and from what she had heard and seen on the cameras you could have done a lot more had you wished to do so.

You follow Natasha to the tower and in the doors, around some corners up an elevator and through the hallways to a more private and secure room.

"Wait here," she says as she opens the door for you, letting you in before closing it behind you. Once again, you wait. This is still your best chance, you had no other way to contact Thor, thanks to Odin's being pissed at you even after 700 years. The All-Father could All-ways hold a grudge.

Eventually the door handle jiggles before opening, and you look up, meeting the eyes of the tall blond, the Asgardian armor covering his body and the red cape over his shoulders. He looks at you in shock and says, "Faylwyn?"

[douxreviews]

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine - ‘Sons of Mogh’ Review

"You took away my honor and only you can give it back."

While the Klingon Empire stoops to deceit in their march towards all-out war, Worf is visited by a family member who taxes his sense of connection to two very different worlds.

The thing which separates Deep Space Nine, for me, from the run of the mill (and even from other Treks)  is how it constantly weaves in events from the past and shapes them into a journey for the future. The exciting thing is how this is done on multiple levels. Take the context for this episode's Plot B. We're learning about Klingon behavior since leaving the Federation. Predictably, they're getting ready for war; unpredictably, they're doing so with deception by laying mines all along the border between Cardassia and Bajor in a manner which would leave the Bajoran group trapped. This goes against the historical notions of Klingon honor, while giving lip service to that honor itself.

I felt that this was a sort of parallel between our main characters for the Plot A of this episode. Worf and his brother are both products of Klinzhai, they are both extremely connected to the warrior tradition. I mean, isn't that why Worf and Dax have so much steamy sexual energy? How many times have we seen Dax speaking Klingon? She joined Klingon warriors in a vendetta back in season two (and "Blood Oath" also started out with a drunken Klingon). Dax embraces warrior culture and Klingon culture, and Worf sees in Dax, I think, a confusing mirror image of Worf, a mix of Federation and Klingon culture. For Dax, a Trill, it's perhaps easier or expected to move between cultures in such a way. I do not think it comes as easily to Worf.

But it's that very internal division between Federation and Klingon culture which causes the major problem of this episode. Once Worf rejected Gowron in "The Way of the Warrior" at the beginning of this season (and what a change that was after TNG) his family was left in disgrace, lost power, and wound up drowning in a pit of dishonor. Kurn shows up drunk on Deep Space Nine and begs for an honorable death. It's clear from the beginning that Worf also has extremely deep feelings for his brother. Now, we can discuss this as you will, but I think when Worf agreed to provide that honorable death, that agreement was about more than just giving Kurn honor. By proxy, Worf was also killing himself and his connection to the Federation, just as (later in the episode) Kurn sets up a security-related event to set up his own death, and the ship's crew in Plot B set up their own destruction through the planting of dishonorable hidden mines. When Dax takes a few random words from Quark and pieces together that Worf is about to use adanji to prepare for the ceremony of Mauk to'Vor, a ritual honor killing, she immediately runs to interfere. Given her knowledge of Klingon culture, and her clear feelings for Worf, is it that much of a reach to think she was running to save the precarious balance of Worf's soul?

Add yet another layer. While Worf's brother lives, Kurn needs guidance and support to live – and he's depending fully on Worf for that. Worf does pretty much everything he can think of – including going into debt to Odo to get Kurn a job in security – but without any connection to the Federation Kurn just gets into more and more trouble. He tries to suicide-by-criminal (a unique version of suicide-by-cop.) When Worf confronts him and talks about honor, what's interesting is that Kurn also finds the action of the Klingon Empire dishonorable. Kurn voted against Klinzhai withdrawing from the Federation. Worf's rejection of Gowron wasn't the only reason the sons of Mogh are in the pickle they are now. Kurn doesn't seem willing to accept his own part in their dishonor, and his own guilt, and he's stopped from suicide only by the tenets of the Klingon warrior culture which has rejected him.

The episode's ending was bitter, bitter, bitter for me. To sacrifice a brother in soul to save the brother's body, I don't know if that's something I'd agree to. Even worse, to do it without Kurn's explicit consent seems a little like a kind of rape. But without the drastic step of erasing his brother's memory and giving him a new family, Worf sees clearly, Kurn's days are numbered. Again, this was Dax's idea – and while it's a horrible, horrible idea, it might be the one pathway that allows Worf to live with himself. And the result? Kurn lives as someone else's son, and the Sons of Mogh are separated again.

Is Worf still a Klingon?

By my lights, he's definitely still Klingon. It's not that he's left that world behind. It will forever be a part of him. What's happening to Worf is that his sense of honor is becoming more, not less, refined. Worf claims he's losing the warrior instincts of a Klingon. I claim he's choosing to give people the opportunity to show their own honor. Worf claims he's rejected Klinzhai and Klingon culture. I think he's embraced the honorable part of that culture – but over the years and two separate series, he's seen the dark side of Klingon culture, the deceit and the Romulan- or Cardassian-like plotting, and he rejects it. If I had to choose a parallel for Worf, it might be G'Kar from Babylon 5 – except Worf doesn't seem to have G'Kar's ability to express himself.

Bits and Pieces

I learned more about Klingon weapons in this episode. I think it's telling that of all characters Worf is okay with a smaller weapon because he doesn't need the confidence boost!

Tony Todd is back! Before, he was Jake. Now, he's Kurn. I honestly appreciated his excellent acting in both episodes.

Kira and O'Brien have some lovely moments in the plot B of this episode, especially when they set off those mines and flush out enemy ships. Kira looks like a warrior, too.

Sisko has no choice but to reject the ritual. In this episode, he's representing the Federation side completely, but I am not sure he wants to. Great acting here.

Quotables

Dax: So you think that I was overconfident? Worf: You were overconfident. You thought by distracting me with your outfit you would gain an advantage. Dax: My outfit? Worf: Er, I thought that–I mean, I only assumed that– Dax: You thought I wore this for you? Talk about overconfidence. (She turns away and smiles)

Quark: No, this was more than his standard rudeness. He came in here, ordered some Klingon incense and nearly threw me across the bar when I tried to give him some replicated incense. Dax: What kind of Klingon incense? Quark: Something called adanji. Dax: Why would he want adanji? Quark: Why? Is there something special about adanji? (Dax walks away) That's it. I'm going to stop talking to the customers.

Kurn: Did you fight them? Did you threaten to kill them both if they interfered? And are you standing here now with the mevak dagger ready to slit my throat and bring me the death I deserve? No. For a moment in your quarters during the ritual you were Klingon. But your Federation life has claimed you again and now it is claiming me as well. I have no life. I have no death. Whatever is to become of me is up to you.

Overall

As some of you know, this is my first time watching this series. I had a hard time sleeping after watching this episode. I hope to god Worf is okay.

Five out of five psychological and physical land mines.

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JRS

[pargafarn]

Mik Chapter 1.

" Nothing is better than a good coffee in the morning... "

With this words, Miko stepped out onto the balcony of her small apartment in the outskirt of the city and let them taken away by the wind and blow's hot steam from the surface of her coffee and took a sip from it.

Gazing over the city, tainted in a fine drizzle of rain, Miko yawned. Sparkling in the early light of the sun, the city looked fragile likea dream she had woken up in, as the sun showing itself through a bed of clouds. She heard noises of passing cars and the echo of the train faint in the distance and looked down on the street. Everyone was oddly busy this morning holding onto umbrella as it looks like little flowers of every different color moving on on the surface of a pond, the rain had turned the streets into.

Miko didn't really care much what was going on and pulled instead at the hem of her top when she felt cold and close the door and rubbed the skin of her arms to warm herself. Even so, the sun was visible and she felt the gentle touch of the rays of light on her face, the wind was not so gentle, instead of cold on teasing.

And went back inside, keeping an eye and her hair while withdrawal and almost stepped on it. The last time she had been careless about her hair and now made sure nothing of it was between doorframe and door as she closed it. She still remembers the pain the mistake caused, since it felt like someone had tried to rip off her hair. Nothing she was willed to experience again.

" I should better prepare for work now. " She said to herself looking at the clock over the house door and placed the mug on the kitchen table, next to a pile of uncleaned dishes.

over the course of the week, it collects itself next to the sink and builds up to a tower. She not owns a dishwasher and had to clean by hand and so it was something she tried to avoid as long as possible know it would make it only more work in the end.

With one hand Miko tossed her long black hair that fell straight down her back and gathered at the ground in a black puddle and rubbed the back of her head and yawned. With one free hand, she adjusts the glasses back on the bridge of her nose as it slid down the bumps. Multiple times she brushed with her finger comb through the hair and felt the smooth texture of it as she stepped into the bathroom.

Her mother taught her since childhood to be proud of her hair and how beautiful it was. It was rich in colors and healthy and strong. She never had really troubled with split ends. However, the load of the hair that keep pulling at her, was sometimes a weight of the burden that she was willed to carry after her mother passed away to honor her. It was something that had both connected and still now, she felt now and mother touch on it, whenever she visit her grave or brushing her hair. Miko has always the handcrafted comb in reach, her mother made by herself despite arthritis and runs it whenever she felt sad through her hair and imagine it was her mother who touch it.

Miko wished she hadn't passed away at such a young age and was still with her.  Her mother was fairly fifty years old and several decades to life still. The doctor surprised when she suddenly had a heart attack and collapsed from a routine examination. At that time, Miku was studying at the University of Medicine, as she heard from the death of her mother from a phone call. It throwing her off and exposing her studies for a long time.

When she returned to the university, she struggled to resume the studies and ended up working as a nurse not a doctor in a hospital, despite their efforts to get the learning material and giving her best. It was not enough and she understood, in the end, it was no use for her to try and-and trained to become at least a nurse, to help people in need that they will not loose their mother, the same way she had.

Her grandmother suggested she could go to the Dojo and live there, Miko declined. She wanted to be a time for herself and process the death of her mother. Nobody stopped her, and so three years went by and Miko was now mid twenty when the loose of her mother was no longer distress. Her mother was in spirit with her and for her, she would keep her hair and let it grow. The only thing she missed was her friendly and beautiful face, that was framed by her own hair. She had like Miko long hair and after her mother, died it feels to Miko she had passed over the legacy of it to her daughter of loving long hair.

In deep thoughts, she turned on the water undressed and put it into the laundry bin. Placed carefully her glasses on the sink and stroked her hair back behind her ears and stepped under the warm wet and let it take her thick thoughts and flushed them away. Her stiff muscles relax and she felt awake now and start to soap her hair and body up. Her black hair pasted on her skin like a second layer and enveloped her body in pleasant familiar feelings as she runs her hands down her body and had the urge to touch her womanhood.

Feeling strings of hair between her legs always gave her a chill and she bit her lips not to moan and clenched her thighs together. But it makes it only more awkward as it already was and she slid down the cabinet and spread her legs.

" What's wrong with me? " Her voice was suffocating from the pleasure her fingers cause touching the soft lips of her vagina. Gently rubbing and insert her finger into and in the next second and she some of her hair with her as it gave her the please of satisfaction.

She was in an age where many of her childhood friends and old classmates from the high school were married by now and had children. But she was herself unmarried and not even had a fiance or boyfriend and on top never had sex in her life. Maybe her body was calling her out to finally do ?.

Overwhelmed with the pleasure her hair and fingers caused, she put some of her hair between her lips and chewed on it not to give by. Feeling her hair the way she currently did, was something she kept a secret to everybody she knows. It felt dirty to even talk about it and it was something she couldn't easily entrust anybody. As the feelings took completely over her body, she screamed, thankfully the rain shower of water choked it, so she was the only one who heard her voice as she came.

After realizing what she had done, Miko blushed and had difficult to stand up again. Her legs felt like pudding and breathed exhausted.

One moment she had thought of her dead mother and the next she had pleasured herself in the shower with her own hair to the point she came. Ashamed of herself she covered her face and let the last foam of soap cleaned from her body.

Following the length of her black hair with eyes to the point where the tips of it were, she looked at it in disbelieve and thought back at the time it had barely touched the ground.  She was torn between, keeping it the length or not and let it continue to grow. The time she took to thought about it, it had closed the distance between ankles and floor like it made the decision for her and now it was dragging when not put up quite a bit.

She was five feet six inches tall, but her hair was over two meters long and with a woman of her size having hair that was a third longer than her body was even tall. It made her smile again and pushed the feelings of being ashamed of pleasuring herself aside.

" I don't have to be ashamed of myself when I do it... " However, one question was bugging her now. Had she pleasured herself simply by the touch which gave her hair herself? Or from thinking of her mother when she imagines her brushing her hair with the handcrafted comb and how much she loved her mother and does?

As she couldn't come up with an answer, Miko stopped thinking about it and really didn't wanted to know the answer. She loved her mother, but was it even more? Shaking her head, she grasped for a towel and start to dry herself and dress up in underwear.

" Today will be sure busy. "

Looking forward to a day not to think about herself, rather than everything she will have to do, her hands forms into fists of confidence.  

" Don't let yourself get so easily distracted.  " She said to herself in the reflection of the mirror. " You may think too much of it.

" Seeing her still wet hair cascade down her back forming this large black puddle made her giggle. " I should embrace it more often, it seems to like it. " She picked up the hair and gave it a kiss. " A fine lover you are. " She smirked about this remark of her hair and let it fall back. " And mother. "

Miko took a deep breath before saying it. " I will make you proud and sorry if you have watched over me right now and seeing what I have done in the shower. "

by the time she finished breakfast and her way to the hospital. The clouds have broken open and reveal a beautiful and blue sky with few trails of remaining white left from the clouds which have dropped every single tear of water.

Not having a car was an issue since every morning it would be crowded on the train station and inside the trains on her way into the city and Miko didn't like to feel trapped, thankfully she own a driver license and had a car. But it was broken and currently in repair and how much it will cost was something that would dig deep into her bank account later the week. So she had to deal with the commuter and closed the zip of her beige trench coat and made sure the bun in which her hair was now, was intact and not threaten to dissolve itself any soon.

Fresh washed her hair felt different, it was soft before already,  now with the right conditioner and tools it felt like silk and shine bright like coal and had also put her long bangs, which were almost as long as she was tall, around the bun to give it even more secure. While walking on the uneven streets and potholes the hair bun wobbled like a jelly at the back of her head.

A mother from the neighborhood with her child holding her hand dragging her more out of the alley they came from than walking. She great Miko as she noticed her and smiled calmly. She was clearly in a hurry or more her son who pulled forcefully at her to keep walking.

" Good Morning Miko my dear. How are you doing? On the way to work? "

Miko simply nods and looked at the watch around her wrist. " Yes. I am a bit in a hurry. I have to be earlier than usually at work. If you excuse Mrs. Kato. "

" Sure. No problem. It's nice to see you doing well. Maybe when you not busyPatientI would like to invite you to a tea? and thank you for taking care of my son the other day. " Her son made a sound like he was about to pop like a balloon. " Come on mommy! " He complained and finally managed to bring his mother to move.

" Yes. " Said, Miko turn.

And so Miko and Mrs. Kato went down different streets.

By the time she stood ad the crossroad Miko wondered why her son was so impatient with his mother. But then remembered he was always full of energy.

"She probably promised him something... " It made her chuckle as she thought about it. He was always excited and it was an unusual sight to see him not doing something. In the past, Miko saw the boy running with a football most of the time to the park and playing with his friends. But in the last days, she didn't him any more playing outside. Maybe I should have asked? Question Miko.  No. Better not. It was not her concern and he was laughing and never looked sad. So maybe his interest simply changed.

The traffic light for cars turned red and every car and truck stopped so she could cross the street to the other side.

She could already see the Station in the near distance and fasten her steppes and took a shortcut. It would save her five minutes and gave her enough time to buy a ticket.

" 10 Minutes?! "

The digital display under the roof of the platform of the train station shows it was plenty of time before the train would arrive and Miko hadn't to hurry so much and sat down on the bench and listen without even want some students talking about anime, mangas and the newest video game everyone was playing from their point of opinion, but Miko didn't hear of. Then again, she wasn't really playing a video game, even she like them and it was a good way of passing the time.

Tipping with her fingers on her lips, Miko thought about paying the local game store a visit and maybe taking a look at the game which sounded exciting, even she wasn't enjoying much first person shooter games and it sounds like a competitive one with a wide range of character with different abilities to choose from. Her kind of games where more the genres *RPG* specific the turn based and visual novels. Silly and expensive, but after she brought her first out of curiosity, she was drawn into them even so the price was silly and expensive for some. The last she bought cost five thousand yen.

It was about a shogun who was killed by an assassin and one of his guardians was sent out to find him. Over the course of the game, she had to make several decisions and could lead to a lot of selection from possible answers for the main character the game the way she wanted it to be and ended up uncovering a secret. This shogun who he was working for, was a demon and her chosen main character fell in love with a geisha. It was a bit too much of drama for her, but it was nice and well written and worth the high price. So Miko didn't regret to have purchased it.

With her massaging the joints of her fingers, Miko saw in the distance the train arriving finally and took a deep breath and hoped no one would touch her. The last time she jumped violently as an unknown person, who she couldn't in the crowd has touched her butt. But to her relieve the train was welcoming empty for now and so she breathed out and stepped inside, but didn't sit down. It would take similar to do so than just standing and waiting for the train to bring her two stations further down the railroad.

From there it was only two more minutes to walk and she was at the hospital. She looked at the front door and someone was brought out with a wheelchair to a car. It was patient Miko took care of a few weeks ago, who broke his hip. The man would never walk again the same he did before. But at least in his age, the surgery caused no complications and he recovered fine. Miko was glad to see him finally leaving the hospital. It was always nice to see someone who could get helped to leave alive a hospital. But at some days, it was the complete different.

Miko greats her coworker a middle-aged woman with grayer then black hair. It framed her serious face and as she realized it was Miko her mood lighten up a bit.

Inside the smell of disinfectants was the first welcome her and as she walked passed the reception someone called her. " Good to see you. "  Said a man in a white coat and a stethoscope around his neck with short brushed back hair and small glasses. Thank you for coming this early. "

As she always did. Miko bowed slightly and smiled. " Doctor Yamato good morning and you welcome. It was the least I could do for letting me go the last week earlier, when my car got hit."

He waved off. " It's nothing. You thank the one who couldn't drive on a parking lot. he gave you half a day of. "

Miko giggled." Doctor Yamato you have a strange humor. "

" It's a good one. " She smirked and handed Miko a document.

" You new patient. It's a woman who got hit by a car yesterday. I thought it would be the perfect patient for you to take care of, you have something in common. "

Miko rolled her eyes but keep what she wanted to say about it where it was.

" Do you can tell me anything about her? " Miko was still in her trenchcoat but wanted to know some details before Doctor Yamato would vanish again and probably not have time for her.

" She. " But he interrupted by a nurse waving at him. " Case history is all written down. You don't need me. " He left without saying something about her patients and Miko wondered why everyone was so busy today.

She shrugged with the shoulders. Maybe she was just relaxed from her small course at the morning and felt odd between the stresses and hectic people?

" Probably. "

Putting away her trenchcoat, she was ready for work and picked up again the document about the patient Doctor Yamato gave her from the deposit in their clothes locker and start to inform herself about since Yamato was called away.

" Let's see. Name Reiko Nagasawa. Age Third-six years old. Employed in a general store near the Honjo park. The reason for consignment?  Traffic accident. "

Further, in the document was written down Mrs. Nagasawa was approached by a car when she was on her way to work and cycle across the street. Both parties said it was green.  But as Miko continued to read, it blanket suffer a skull trauma and could affect her discernment.

As she read the rest, Miko couldn't find anything that mentions bone fractures or similar injuries to the body. heart

There wasn't actually much she could do, a person with a skull trauma was kept in hospital to watch over if any after effect from the accident that causes it occurs.

" She is probably out in a few days... "

Closing the locker she looked at herself in the mirror and adjust the bun. But as she starts to fiddle on some locks and pulling at them she only dissolves it partwise and pulled frustrated the pin from her hair and pull the bun down to unravel it completely to start over from the beginning and made sure her hair was not touching the ground, even the cleaning person took care the ground was following the hygienic standards that you could easily eat you lunch from it. There were regulations for employees with long hair and a hair length that surpassed her body a good piece did not want any trouble so she wrapped her hair up again and put bangs around the bung again.

" Oh my! You got some hair, Miko! It didn't know it was so  for  "

Surprised by the voice of one of her coworkers she turned around and looked at Akito with her dyed bobbed brown hair. Miko never had anything against one of her coworkers. This particular woman, however, was inaccessible for her to talk to and Miko was keeping herself polite to her and tried to avoid as much as possible to talk to her about anything. Maybe it was because of her teasing Subliminal words? She teased her once in a while for her long hair and some of the other nurses know it. Gladly it never escalates into a fight and as long she kept distance to this woman, it would never happen.

" I just let it grow... " Replied Miko and wanted to leave the dressing room, but the woman stepped next to her and blocked the way.

" Who need such long hair? "

Miko stepped away from her, she smelled the scent of much perfume, hiding the fact Akito had not long ago smoked. Whatever it was, that made Miko felt unpleasant near her. I

" Me? " It was all Miko said and hurried out of the room and took a deep breath.

" I should consult Doctor Yamato about her I may know an answer... " Holding tide in front of her chest the document, Miko made her way to the room Reiko Nagasawa know?. It would distract her from Akito and set up her best smile.

Mrs. Nagawasa was lying in bed. The blanked pulled up to her chin and had her head turned away from Miko and looked out the open window blowing fresh air into the room. She only saw the cropped auburn slightly curled hair at the tips and not her face. Eighter she didn't hear her entering or wasn't willed to turn around. Miko closed the door.

" My name is Miko Benjiro, I am the nurse allocated to you. If you have any question or i can help you. Please let me know ?

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