Catching Up With Fate

kuroba-k:

“I do occasional shows and it once was my plan. But the entertainment business has changed a lot and I don’t want it to control my life.” Which was true, but it wasn’t quite everything, but that was something he preferred not to share. “And thank you for the compliment. I really like my work.” A bright smile followed and he took the cruches to lean them against the desk.

“Let me rearrange here first though.” With a few quick adjustments he flipped up the head part of the table, grabbed a pillow and a knee roll. “Your face tells me that either you’re not taking your pain killer or the dose is a little off for your needs. Lean back, I’ll help a little.” He put the pillow on the head part and bent down to stabilize the detective’s leg bevor he smoothly shifted him up and properly onto the table, keeping a hold on the leg until the knee roll was slid underneath as well.

“We’re going to talk a while first, relax a bit.” Then Kaito pulled up his stool again and sat down once more, back to eye level. “And I’ve been rather fine, thank you.” He flicked his wrist to conjure a pen and pulled a sheet of paper from the file. “Because this is your first appointment, we’ll have a full hour’s time. I’ve already read the files and also what your previous therapist suggests, but that is her view. I’d like to hear your story and then take a look myself in order to find a way that works for the both of us. So I’ll be asking you a few questions and we’ll just chat on for the next half hour. Afterwards I’d like to examine your leg and if we have some time left, perhaps even ease into treatment. I’ll be taking notes, feel free to look over my shoulder if you’d like to.” Comfortable that Hakuba was able to take up this whole block of information easily, he went on a short pause later.

"How have you been?”

The detective made a face at the comment about the pain, but once they started moving, he had to bite his lip to hold back a hiss. Hakuba wasn’t able to stop the grimace, though. It got easier once he was situated, though, and he sighed with relief before looking to Kaito again, tilting his head with a wry smirk.

“That all sounds good, yes, and I’ve been well enough, I suppose… thank you for asking.” He addressed the last comment before regarding the rest, but in the end just laughed quietly. “God, it’s so odd to me to see you being so low-key and professional. Not that I doubt your ability; you clearly know what you’re doing, but…" 

Hakuba glanced over at the various diagrams on the wall and shrugged, compulsively bringing a hand up to rub over his pant leg where the injury was. It was true that the pain medications weren’t working as well as they could have been, but then in his mind, nothing could really compare with morphine, so what was the point?

Catching Up With Fate

kuroba-k:

“Hakuba-san.” Kaito greeted back with a customary bow and a little more reassured than his patient seemed. But he was prepared for this moment after all. He was smiling warmly, although for a short moment the corners of his mouth twiched. It was a little amusing to see the other’s surprise.
“Take a seat, please.” He gestured towards the therapy bed in the middle of the room that was about the right height for Hakuba to sit down comfortably. Then he thanked the nurse that had accompanied the detective and closed the door.

“Considering your reaction it wouldn’t be that wild of a guess that you didn’t expect to see me here.” Pulling up the stool on wheels he sat down as well and adjusted its height to be eye level with the detective. “I admit I was a little surprised as well when I got your file. But I didn’t want to hand it to someone else. Although I fully understand if you prefer another therapist and you may say so any time you wish. From my side though, I will gladly work with you.” He reached for the file on the desk and rolled back to the table, repositioning himself slightly sideways from Hakuba. Posture straight, but still relaxed he kept up the hint of a smile and gave the detective a little bit of time to digest and decide what he wanted.

Hakuba hesitated, watching him for a moment as he considered his options, then… shook his head and crutched over to take a seat on the bed. It was far too tempting to sate his curiosity, even though there were more than a few red flags popping up in the back of his mind that told him he did not need this additional source of potential drama. 

“No, no,” he said, quirking a smile with a wince. “It’ll be quite all right. Physical therapy, hm? Somehow I always expected to see you on stage with your tricks, but… well, this is certainly a noble profession, so that suits you, as well.”

The detective laughed, adjusting his position so that he could scoot back comfortably, wincing as he eased the weight off of his leg. “Could you take these, please?” he asked, bundling the crutches and pushing them out to him.  "And, ah, how have you been, anyway? Well, I assume…“

Catching Up With Fate

kuroba-k:

Kaito had always appreciated his work clothes at the hospital, it provided free movement and was rather practical. Unlike the nurse’s, his trousers were a dark blue, loose fitting, accompanied by a white polo shirt sporting the hospital logo and he was allowed to wear trainers. The room he usually worked in was on the smaller side, but provided enough space for a little desk, a shaft full of clean laundry, a shelf with different kinds of paddings and a few small weights. He had a little stool with wheels and in the middle of it was the therapy bed. The white walls were decorated with a few posters showing models of bones and muscles and next to the desk hung a small light box, providing him with the chance to recheck X-ray and other images.

A few minutes ago a nurse had come by, handing him a folder with a new patient’s files. The guy had been treated by a different therapist so far but that department didn’t quite have the equipment for further rehabilitation and this one would need a full program. Kaito mentally booked the gym and thanked her, smiling. His superior knew that he liked working in the gym and he was grateful that he often was assigned to patients needing it.
He was a surprised when he flipped open the file, after the nurse left again, not having expected a name he knew. Especially not this particular name, he’d thought Hakuba went back to England and stayed there. For a moment he wondered if he should redirect the detective to another therapist, telling the office that he knew Hakuba and wasn’t sure if the man would feel comfortable with him, due to some missunderstandings they had at school. But that was years ago and they were squabbling all the time, not fighting. So, this was worth a try.
Professionally it was definitely worth the case. He’d studied the files for quite some time and started to edge out a few treatment ideas that would have to be narrowed down or perhaps even discarded after he’d seen and examined Hakuba, but he just liked having some ideas ready.

Hakuba’s appointment was first thing next day, so he got the room ready for examination when he got in and sat down to look at the most recent X-ray again while waiting for his patient.

Nothing had changed about Hakuba being a morning person throughout the years, even after the drastic changes in his life in the previous one. But two factors made it significantly more difficult and time-consuming, and these he tried to push into the back of his mind as he drove to his appointment through rush hour traffic.

Met with little to no success, the fretting detective made his way into the office by way of crutches, in no mood to put on a cheerful face for rabble around him. His leg hurt, his head hurt, he was tired, and having to get physical therapy at 22 was not something he enjoyed.

His last therapist had been so condescending. Every encouraging word dripped with sickly-sweet forced enthusiasm that Hakuba had to wonder if she’d secretly been trying to make his condition worse. Or, she just thought he was stupid. Either way, it hadn’t helped. He was still in pain, still unable to put weight on that leg, and still unable to work, which was the biggest detriment of all. And he had so little hope that this next person would be any better.

Sighing, he checked in at the front desk, shifting the crutches to one arm so that he could sign the appropriate paperwork, then managed to take a seat in the waiting area only to be called back almost instantly. Although he was grateful that he wouldn’t have to wait an ungodly amount of time for his appointment – which he’d taken great pains to be punctual for – the whole process of sitting down and standing up with his leg in that state made him cross. He should have just waited while standing, but then… that sounded exhausting, too.

Soon, he was brought to the office where he was to meet his therapist who, once the nurse opened the door to, looked startlingly familiar. Hakuba stared as he was ushered into the room, crutching all at once more awkwardly, near stumbling. Was it…? Could it really be…? 

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“K-Kuroba-kun?” A pause. “Ah, Kuroba-san?"