Chapter 28: White Egret Misora 2

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Translator: Soafp

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June 10th. Monday. 10:41 AM. I'm sixteen years old.

“Fortunately, her life isn't in danger, but she has broken her left leg and left arm. Are you a family member? What is your relationship with the patient?”

I had asked the receptionist to call someone from the emergency department, and that's when a female doctor with striking red-framed glasses told me this.

I lied and said I was her cousin. The doctor crossed her arms and placed a hand on her chin.

“She's suffered a concussion. The detailed examination is complete, but she hasn't regained consciousness yet. Please keep quiet and calm.”

With that, she hurried off. I headed to the wing of the hospital where her room was, taking the elevator to the fourth floor.

Walking down the very clean hallway, I turned left. Room 4012. The name “Misora Shirasagi” was written on the door.

That's her name. I tilted my head, puzzled. Seeing it written out, it felt strange. Even though it was the first time I had seen the name, it somehow felt familiar. I know this name… I don't know why, but I'm certain of it.

I gently slid open the wooden door, which exuded a clean, calming atmosphere. In the bright room, softly lit by the morning sun, Shirasagi Misora lay on a pristine white bed, breathing quietly and evenly.

That's when I noticed something. The floor, the ceiling, everything was white. The hospital room was devoid of anything unnecessary… It reminded me of something. The room I returned to in Minami-Osawa, just to rest my body. It was very similar.

Her head was wrapped in bandages. A concussion. The doctor had mentioned it earlier. I had a mountain of questions I wanted to ask her, but… I couldn't bring myself to say anything.

I decided to sit in the chair next to her and wait.

Ten minutes. Fifteen minutes. Twenty minutes… No use.

But… her long eyelashes, her well-defined features. She looked so beautiful, unlike me, who always seemed overshadowed no matter how much I dressed up…

I found myself wanting to touch her face. So, I reached out. And just then—

Slap.

Misora Shirasagi grabbed my outstretched right hand, her eyes snapping open as she spoke.

“It’s your fault. All of it. All of it. I know everything.”

“Ouch…! What… is this…?!”

Grip, grip, grip.

Misora Shirasagi squeezed my right hand with incredible force. It felt like she might crush it, the pain and shock leaving me unable to respond clearly.

She glared at me with piercing eyes and said,

“You killed him. My most precious… Kairi.”