All of a sudden, and completely without warning, Shihei stopped struggling to force Naruhiko out. The mangaka's eyes widened with surprise as his friend simply pushed him back in, buckling the seatbelt without a hint of hesitation, and himself slid back onto the driver's seat.<span style="color: #80BFFF">"No panic, Izumi. I'm <span style="font-style: italic">not</span> taking you to a doctor, so chill, mmkay?"</span>he assured him, stomping down the acceleration pedal. The address that Hinata had given him wasn't unknown to him; he didn't even need to type it into the navigation system. Izumi eased up at least a little at the mention; at least, he knew that he wouldn't be butchered by a medic in a white coat, that he wouldn't be cut open, that he wouldn't... Experience loneliness and despair... Ever again.<br/>Nodding, he took a deep breath in, and let Tanaka drive him to wherever Hinata had told him to drive.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Relieved to find the car coming to a stop before an apartment building, Naruhiko was, by the time they arrived, well tired from the crazy weave through the streets, and found himself quite happy that they had reached the destination already. Tanaka even opened the door on his side, to allow the still dazed young man get out, but it was Hinata that stepped into the open hole and spoke to him.<br/><span style="color: #FFBFBF">“Izumi-san. Izumi-san!” </span>her voice called out to him.<span style="color: #FFBFBF">“Look. Not a hospital.”</span>He nodded. It certainly wasn't one.<span style="color: #FFBFBF">“We’re going in and my friend, who is not a doctor is going to examine your side and make sure it’s okay, alright?”</span>That sounded... Safe enough. Nodding once more, Naruhiko undid the seatbelt, and with Shihei's help got himself out of the car.<br/><span style="color: #BFFFFF">"Not a doctor. Yeah. Good. All's good. Shihei-san, you don't have to-"</span>he assured the taxi-driver with a nervous smile, forcing his hand off him.<span style="color: #BFFFFF">"I can still walk around by myself."</span>Hesitantly, Tanaka drew his hand off, but he remained close to Naruhiko's back all the way, even in the elevator.<br/><br/>He gave the man that showed up on the other side a warm smile, perhaps not exactly the sort you'd expect of someone that got hit by a car, and was pretending to be fine by a hundred per cent. "<span style="color: #BFFFFF">I-it's nice to meet you, Ueda-san. I'm Izumi-Tsukatani Naruhiko, but feel free to call me Izumi."</span>he bowed softly - in truth, it was just bending forwards a little, and letting his hair slide into his face - and gave the man before himself a nervous smile as he kicked his sneakers off, almost immediately being guided in and led to somewhere to stand. Looking behind at Tanaka, who just shrugged, taking his own shoes off, and with a frown on his face stepped in, he nodded to the man's request, and drew a deep breath in.<br/>The lack of medical appearance of this place eased him up, but he was still nervous about the whole ordeal. He did indeed slide the Survey Corps jacket off, as he was instructed to, and let the paramedics roll his T-shirt up, revealing blackening blue-and-purple bruises on his side, but he did his best to remain calm.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BFFFFF">"Well, we didn't really meet like that, I'm her employer. Sort of. She's my personal assistant, I'm a mangaka, and she was assigned to me by my manager and editor, who decided it would be better if she helped me out, so... Yeah... It was something like that, we met in the office."</span>laughing nervously, he explained how the whole situation was between him and Hinata; that, in fact, they weren't exactly<span style="font-style: italic">friends</span>. But the fact that she sometimes bossed him around, or so he considered it, he rather left out.