By now I'd been in the hospital for at least a week, and to say I was feeling better would be the understatement of the century.

I felt like jumping off the walls, running around the hospital, and breaking through windows. I didn't know why I was so hyper, but luckily I was able to restrain myself from doing anything that I listed. It could always be that they're giving me some sort of drug that's making me hyper. The only drug they've given me is something that's suppose to kill pain, don't really remember what it was called though. I highly doubt it anyways.

Or it could be that I'm just feeling hyper since I've been lying in this bed for more than half a week, and I was dying for some movement. I chose the latter.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening, and I saw the same doctor pop her head through the door with a dumb grin on her face. I rolled my eyes, she wasn't a pleasant person to be around.

"Guess what?" She asked, her grin becoming even wider if possible.

"What?" I said, tilting my head to the side slightly.

"You're getting discharged!" She screeched, her voice sounding similar to a banshee. She probably is a banshee. Probably some sort of clan.

I winced slightly, though she didn't notice. "Um, that's great!" I chuckled sheepishly, scratching the back of my head.

She frowned slightly, walking up to me and grabbing my face. "Come on! Lighten up, you've been in this gloomy place for like, a week!!" I cringed internally, wanting to slap her bony fingers right off of my face and curse her out.

"Y-yeah. I'm super excited to get released!" My voice ended up sounding highly sarcastic even though I was excited to get released. And the way I'm speaking makes it sound like I'm getting released from some sort of prison!

She released my face looking satisfied, and then she went to the center of the room and started jumping up and down and squealing, again sounding like a banshee. Is she crazy, or what? Though from what I've seen, this isn't exactly... unusual for her.

To my relief, she stopped jumping and wore a somewhat serious expression on her face. "Once you get released, you're going to get interrogated by a very scary man!"

I gasped in shock. Oh, the horror! I thought while internally rolling my eyes. "I-is he really that scary?"

She began giggling again, much to my distaste. "Not really! He doesn't scare me, but I'm not sure what a kid like you would classify as scary. You seem like the type of kid who believes there is monsters under the bed!" She began cackling like she had said the funniest thing in the world. Before I knew it, she was rolling on the ground hysterically. My eyebrow twitched in annoyance, and I was dying to put that annoying bitch in her place, but I had to keep up my act.

Once she realized I was watching her with a straight face, she stood up and composed herself. "Sorry about that. Pretend that didn't happen, okay?" I slowly nodded, unsure what else to do.

"When will he be here?" I asked, really just done with her nonsense.

She folded her arms and pouted immaturely, "What? You want to get away from me that bad?" Yes, that's exactly what I want you crazy old witch.

I shook my head rapidly, "N-no that's not what I-"

She interrupted me with a giggle, "Relax! I was only joking! He'll be here shortly." I rolled my eyes. Shortly, shortly, shortly. That's what you told me a week ago when I asked you when I was going to be able to leave!

"Okay, thanks." I said, smiling softly at her.

"No problem!" She grinned at me and gave me a thumbs up, "You thirsty or something?"

"A glass of water would be appreciated." I wasn't really that thirsty and was kind of saying that so she would leave, even if just for a little.

"Okay!" She ran to the door, forcefully slamming it open so hard that it slammed on the wall and almost closed back.

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Before that crazy doctor—whatever her name was came back in, the interrogator dude had already arrived and I was very grateful for that.

"H-hi." I said, shyly waving at him.

When he didn't respond, I continued. "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

Just then, the door bursted open. "I GOT YOUR WAT- oh hey, IT'S IBIKI, THE SCARY INTERROGATOR GUY!" She pointed an accusing finger at him, forgetting about the glass and dropping it on the floor, making me wince at the loud crash. "Oops, my bad! I'll clean it up later!" She shrugged uncaringly.

"Please stop yelling, you're giving me a headache." I said in a very polite way, though not enough to make it sound sarcastic.

"Oh, sorry! I'm a naturally loud person though. Hope you didn't want that water too much though." She said in a somewhat softer tone, though still very loud.

"Come on, kid." Ibiki said, gesturing for me to come over.

"Hey, don't ignore me! I thought we were friends!" She went into the corner and started fake crying, which was ignored by Ibiki who was leading me outside of that awful hospital. Thank god.

"Bye um..... Whatever your name is!" I heard her scream from behind me. Phew, if I stayed any longer she probably would've murdered me.