<span style="font-family: courier;">when r u coming back?</span><br/><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="color: pink">soon. I need to catch the next train.</span></span><br/><span style="font-family: courier;">well, hurrryyy and ssaaaavveeee meee!!</span><br/><span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="color: pink">from?</span></span><br/><span style="font-family: courier;">Rei came home. :vomit:</span><br/>Hinata paused in her reply, fingers tightening around her phone.  Rei.<span style="font-style: italic">Great.</span>A look of distaste, the same one that had followed her throughout the day as she dealt with Izumi-san, re-appeared on her face.  Her desire to just get home took an abrupt nosedive.  Maybe she could stay out a bit longer.. but she wouldn’t want Rei thinking she was<span style="font-style: italic">avoiding</span>her or anything.  No, Hinata most definitely was not avoiding the other woman.  She was just..<br/><br/>The pink-haired woman was jolted from her reverie at the sound of screeching car wheels.  She turned to look at the incoming car, its headlights bright and panicked as they tried not to collide with—she took an aborted step forward when she realized that was her<span style="font-style: italic">idiot of an employer</span>who was cheerfully waving—<br/><br/>Bags, limbs, clothes, and hair went flying everywhere in a tangle of objects before everything fell silent in disbelief.  Izumi-san was sprawled on the ground, hair in a disarray, and the fruits of this afternoon’s toil scattered around him.  Hinata just stared at the scene wordlessly: was she in an anime or something..?  Who actually<span style="font-style: italic">stood</span>in the middle of the road and got hit?!<br/>“Izumi, you’re such an idiot!  For God’s sake..”<br/>A sigh escaped her mouth as she finally started forward again, stooping down to pick up some of the bags.  It looked like Izumi-san was being taken care of by the flustered taxi driver.  When everything had been collected, she placed them into the boot and then slid into the car, followed shortly by her employer.<br/><br/><span style="color: pink"> “We should probably go see a doctor,”</span>Hazel eyes examined the purple-haired man who had one hand resting on his side.<span style="color: pink">“especially if you’re holding your side like that.  You might have injured something when—”</span>Her words were cut off when she was suddenly shot forward, her seatbelt the only thing keeping her from slamming into the seat in front of her.  Hinata gasped for breath in the abruptly still car.<span style="color: pink"> “What the hell are you doing?!”</span>She burst out, anger finally overcoming her shock.  She turned furious eyes on the wide-eyed taxi-driver who had twisted to look back at them.  Behind them, there was an angry honk of a horn before another car wheeled around them.<br/><br/>“Uh.. doctor..?”<br/><br/><span style="color: pink"> “Yes! A doctor! A medical practitioner who’s gone through eight years of study and passed the Kokushi?!”</span>She spat out,<span style="color: pink"> “No doubt someone you’re well acquainted to sending your passengers to?!”</span>But the taxi-driver wasn’t paying attention to her, his attention on the person beside her.