"Kyoko, I am ready. Bring the comb fast!"
"Yess...." I lazily trailed as I rummaged through my drawer.
A month has gone by and Seto is handling his emotions pretty well. I am even shocked by how composed he is. The doctors even said Hirito's condition is getting more stable. I hope these 5 months pass soon.
I stare at the comb on my hand, absentminded. Leisurely taking my time, I roam my eyes around the room and the clock on the side of my bed catches my attention. 6 O'clock! Shit! It's almost time for Arnold to come and pick us up. I hurriedly throw on my black suit and scurry out of the room.
Seto was patiently waiting for me. He takes the comb and makes me sit down. I don't want to look like I just woke up and decided to wear a suit and go to the party. While I was unleashing my screaming in pain, Seto was nagging me but at least, it wasn't so bad.
