it's happening. it's happening.

giddiness consumes me as i walk through the automatic sliding doors of hospital; a cool blast of air greeting my skin almost immediately.

it smells like most hospitals: cleansed and sterile. the smell of latex hovers in the cool air, and i shiver at the feeling of the coldness surrounding me.

"d - damn it..."

i chatter as i rub the sides of my arms frantically, prickly goosebumps rising under my trembling fingertips and palms.

"it's too damn cold for kai..."

my little comment seems to then attract the attention of a kind-looking receptionist sitting at the front desk, and she waves me over.

"hello, would you like to see someone?"

she asks politely, blinking at me through horn-rimmed glasses, and i nod, approaching her quietly. i speak.

"i'd like to see kai chisaki."

her smile immediately drops, and a frown forms on her face. her head cocks to the side, and i see confusion seeping into her expression.

"kai chisaki? overhaul?"

her face is incredulous as she utters the name, and i nod, face blank as i stare at her.

"yes. i'd like to see him, ma'am."

the receptionist then shakes her head, fingers drumming nervously on the surface of the desk. i notice her hand twitching a little toward the phone next to her.

i narrow my eyes.

what a fool.

"i'm sorry, but i can't do that for you. he's in one of the highest levels of care right now, he's not—"

she says quickly, but i shoot back lowly,

"take me to him."

despite my tone of voice, she doesn't budge; only choosing to shake her head again. she doesn't say anything more.

damn it. damn you.

i reach into my pocket for my knife, about to slice her up when someone places their heavy hand on my shoulder. shivers run up my spine at the contact.

"excuse me. you'll have to leave now."

i turn around.

it's a hospital worker, and from the long, white coat he dons, i assume he's one of the many doctors employed here.

i know i can't win this fight, so i merely dip my head down, making myself look meek. i stare at his dark leather shoes, cursing him to hell in my head.

"of course, sir. i'm sorry."

i trudge past him and out of the hospital, ignoring the hushed whispers that emit from the pair.

i grit my teeth when i finally make it out.

damn it.

damn you, receptionist.

damn you, doctor.

i'll see him whether or not you guys like it.

and the two of you are not going to stand in my way.