<span style="font-style: italic">"All Iâ€™m asking is that you allow a proper bandage to be applied since that one is clearly falling off." </span>Kogaâ€™s words were like a minor slap to Yukoâ€™s oh so steamy looking face . But his eyes did do a little sweep over his entire arm noticing the dry blood that covered his hand. The white now crusted with red bandage was hanging off his hand limply. He heaved a sighâ€¦people just couldnâ€™t leave him alone.<span style="font-style: italic">"Or at least allow the doctor to come to you to bandage it properlyâ€¦ You should take better care of yourself. There is technology these days that allows you to speak and the words will appear on the screen. You could be saving yourself from a lot of pain and allow it to actually heal."</span>That right there out of Kogaâ€™s words made him  shove right past Koga not caring at this point about his surroundings as he began to pace.<br/><br/>"Koga. Do you understand what the meaning of writing means to an author. It is not sit down and let the computer listen to your voice. I love the feel of the pencil tip under my fingers, or a key board for those more modern fashioned. I CANâ€™T resort to technology â€¦such as thatâ€¦.and it will heal on itâ€™s own. No need to make a fuss such as get a nurse. Reallyâ€¦" His foot froze mid stride right near the entrance/exit from the swimming room. The door seemed to beg for his hands to swing it open and just go. In fact just the thought of a doctor scared himâ€¦doctors meant troubleâ€¦all they ever cared about was holding you longer than they needed to. They kept him from his jobâ€¦but what was he really writing at the moment? With writers block he is pretty much useless anyways. A huff escaped his lips as tears of aggravation slipped down his face<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Iâ€™m sorry, it is not my place to dictate what you do with your life. If there is anything you need you have my number, Iâ€™ll send up the doctor. Now if you will excuse me."</span>Koga bowed at him, and the hustled out of the place as if he owned itâ€¦wait he did technically own it.<br/><br/>"Damn didnâ€™t mean to be thatâ€¦" A sigh escaped his lips as he waited ten seconds till his hands swung open the exit door as well. Only with the hope that Koga was long gone, and that he could finally make his way to somewhere quite, or peaceful. He entered the hall to make a decision of going right or left.  He went left heading down the rich looking corridor till he was met with an out door railing that led if followed to the front door of the hotel. Which he followed the railing till it connected with the front stairs the led to the entrance of the hotel. Then he wandered down the stairsâ€¦ignoring the eye shattering looks from various women, and making his way towards the forested area<br/><br/>He found his way near a nice tree to lean against as his eyes focused on the twisting clouds in the sky. He needed a subjectâ€¦like a birdâ€¦.to help jog his creative juices so he can get going on the begging of his novel. Or help with the start of it at least.