Chapter 91: Back to Hospital

I'm very sleepy, there may be a lot of mistakes in this chapter. Sorry in advance and feel free to write down any mistakes you see.

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When Blake was done with Tartarus, he threw the body in his hand into the trunk of the limo that was waiting for them at the entrance to Tartarus. He got into the limo, the girls got in behind him, and after Teka got in last, the driver closed the door behind Teka and started the car.

With a pleasant smashing sound, the limousine left Tartarus. No engine or disturbing noise was heard along the way. All that was heard was the sound of stones crushed by a silent vehicle.

The target of the limousine was the hospital.

Blake took turns calming the girls down the road. He pressed Nejire to his chest, parted his clothes slightly, and tried to soothe her stomach by rubbing her lean stomach. Of course, while doing this, he was also infusing her body with speed power, healing her mind and body.

On the other hand, he had Momo on his chest. Momo was dozing off with both hands on his chest, her head buried in his neck. It was easy to guess what she had seen in her sleep, from the constant trembling of her shoulders and the fearful opening of her eyes.

Finally, Nemuri was sitting on his lap. More precisely, Blake had spread his feet and filled the space between his spread legs. Although she was better than the others, the bloody sight she saw made her want some support from Blake.

Sometime after Teka got in the car, she put her elbow on the window sill, supported her chin with her hand, and closed her eyes. She had found a small space and wanted to make use of it by sleeping.

The vehicle continued its journey without making a sound. People were staring at the limousine out of curiosity along the way, but not knowing that Blake was in it, so they didn't take more than one glance.

The vehicle reached the front of the hospital. The road in front of the hospital had returned to its daily routine. Sick people were entering the hospital for their checkups, people and vehicles were passing in front of the hospital and continuing their daily lives. As it was in the beginning, so it is now.

There was no damage to the hospital yard or the road. Any evidence of a human sea coming here was wiped out.

Blake and the girls got out of the vehicle. They entered the hospital amid the stares of the people and headed toward Rumi's room.

When they got to the front of the hospital room, Blake stopped. After staring at the door for a while, he took a deep breath, opened the doorknob with one turn, and entered.

The warm air caressed his face, behind the door were two girls staring at him. Fuyumi was still trying to calm herself but failed. With her eyes closed, both hands crossed over her mouth, she ran towards Blake and threw herself into his arms.

"Snif* Snif* Snif*" She grabbed Blake's clothes with both hands, eyes closed as she breathed through her little nose. Her frowned brows relaxed with each breath, her wrinkled forehead relaxed.

Blake rubbed her back with a gentle smile. He brought his lips close to her ear and spoke words of love in a deep tone. Fuyumi's trembling shoulders stopped, her eyes widened, her cheeks tinted red, but she didn't escape his lap.

"I'm sorry for showing you such an image~~ I want to repay my mistake by giving the second part of my apology~~" Blake leaned into Fuyumi's ear. He spoke in a deep tone, Fuyumi's ears twitched. Her ears were getting warmer.

Twich* Twich*

Fuyumi's ears continued to twitch with Blake's heavy breathing. For a moment she thought about Blake's promise to her and wanted to accept it. But a small chuckle brought her out of her fantasy world.

Her face was getting hotter, an imaginary smoke was coming out of her head. She didn't dare look into the eyes that were on her, buried her head in Blake's chest, and stood there.

Blake lifted the girl by her hips with little force and sat her on the chair next to Rumi's bed.

He also sat on the chair next to Rumi. He held out his hand and took the calloused hands of the chocolate-skinned woman. His callused hands weren't bothersome at all. Rather, it complemented his hard and trained hands.

''How do you feel?' He rubbed the inside of her palm with his thumb. His gaze wandered over her body, checking her entire body, and sighing with relief when he confirmed she had nothing.

Rumi did not answer Blake. She looked into Blake's eyes. She watched him carefully and anxiously examine her body, carefully examining her wounds, and sighed with relief when he confirmed that she had nothing left but the severed arm.

Her eyes narrowed tenderly, after thinking about what he had just done for her, there was a decision. She moved her hand, interlocked her fingers with Blake's, and spoke in a gentle tone.

''I'm fine. Thanks to you." She had learned from Fuyumi everything Blake had done while she was unconscious. Everything, from bringing her here to buying the entire hospital and firing the doctors for her, had listened.

The tips of her ears leaned forward, she didn't think she had someone in her life who would do such big things for her. The handsome young man with as much white hair as her was increasingly taking over her heart.

"It's good, the rest doesn't matter as long as you're fine." Blake lowered his head, breathing heavily as if he had been relieved of a heavy burden. The burden that had been on him since the beginning of the day and had been suffocating him inside remained.

He was worried that Rumi would suffer from a side-effect, such as Nejire's injury. He wasn't sure if he would be able to cure Rumi if she had latent asthma, like Nejire, as he didn't know the exact extent of his healing.

He would do whatever he could to cure her, but it was a relief that she didn't have any problems.

The girls pulled up a chair next to the bed. After they sat down, they began to talk. Teka spent some time with them, then, saying she had work to do, got up and left the room.

After Blake and the girls saw her off, they went back to Rumi. They did their best to spend a pleasant time with her throughout the day and to make her time here more enjoyable. They opened a movie to watch, reviewed a few manga Nejire had read recently, talked about the cute reactions of students at the school where Fuyumi was a teacher. [For those who don't know, Fuyumi is an elementary school teacher.]

Time passed, the sun began to set in the west. The sky had turned an orange color, the clouds covering the moon rising from the east like a piece of the veil.

However, none of the group had any intention of leaving. Since the hospital was Blake's now, Blake and the girls had decided to stay with her until she got out of there. Fuyumi had taken a day off from her job, and Nejire, Momo, and Fuyumi had told the school they would not be gone for a few days.

Night came, the sun went down, and the moon in all its majesty combined the sun's light with its radiance, illuminating the earth.

Blake entered the room with several duvets and pillows in hand. He poked his head from the edge of the mountain of quilt and pillow in his lap and opened his mouth to call out to the girls inside.

But the next second, he covered his mouth with what he saw.

The girls had fallen asleep in the foldable seats. Nejire and Momo were lying on the bed facing each other. Their eyes were closed, they were breathing rhythmically through their mouths slightly parted with sweet innocence, and their postures shrunk, making them look like two cubs that needed protection.

Nemuri was also asleep, holding them in one arm. This woman, who was normally flirtatious and coquettish, or tasted like a sister next door, was now sleeping with her arms wrapped around them like a mother chicken.

Fuyumi, on the other hand, fell asleep while sitting upright on a sofa. She had both hands folded on her stomach, her shoulders bobbing back and forth.

Rumi was not sleeping, watching this scene with a beautiful smile. She watched her sisters, who had worked so hard for her, with an attentive gleam, while also waiting for Blake to arrive.

Blake came in, closing the door with his foot. The sound of the door rubbing and closing was not heard. He walked around the room with normal but quiet steps and came to the girls.

It just stood there in Rumi's eyes, but the next second Fuyumi was moved to the bed, the girls were covered with a quilt and a pillow was placed under their heads. After kissing them tenderly on the lips, including Nemuri, Blake came over to her.

He put one leg on the bed, Rumi jumped in place and made room for Blake. After Blake placed him on the bed, he wrapped an arm around Rumi's neck, seizing the opportunity Rumi rested her head on his shoulder and pressed her body completely into Blake's.

"Blake, now I understand how you feel." One of Rumi's bunny ears reached Blake's chest, the other curled into his hair, which she hadn't felt since their long separation. She could hear her distinctive rhythm heartbeats from which she had been apart for a long time, a smile blooming on her face.

"These girls… they must be protected." Her protective red eyes turned to the trio, who lay innocently and seemed free from all evil. This feeling didn't just come from her heart, as a rabbit her instinct to protect her cubs was evident when she looked at them.

They were her sisters, companions who would stand by her in difficult or bright times in the future, naive girls to protect, and flowers that had not yet suffered, whatever the title, they had to be protected.

She felt that she finally understood Blake a little bit. The more she looked, the more she wanted to protect this group.

"That includes you." Blake grabbed the tip of her bunny ear, covered with fluffy and soft fur, with two fingers and rubbed it lightly. The ear twitched sweetly but did not back away.

"Hah… Do you think I am a weakling who needs protection because of a defeat?" Rumi snorted, a wild and wide, battle-hungry smile appeared on her face.

She placed her firm hand on the bed. From the tips of her toes to her hips, there were no parts of power. Due to this, her balance was disturbed, but she did not give up and continued her movement.

She lacked strength in her legs, seemed paralyzed, and could not lift her feet. But how could that stop Rumi Usagiyama? She lifted her legs with all she could muster. Small drops of sweat appeared on her forehead, she clenched her teeth, making her legs move that she didn't feel, and throwing them to the other side of Blake's feet.

Blake didn't stop Rumi. On the contrary, he centered himself in the bed to help her and to prevent anything bad from happening. After a few minutes, Rumi was able to sit on Blake's lap.

She could easily do this with one hand, but she had to forcefully move her numb legs so as not to reveal a weak appearance to the man she loved.

She placed her hips on Blake's stomach. Her back was arched, her white hair cascading down her waist and spreading over Blake's legs. Her red eyes showed no weakness, the look of a fierce warrior in his eyes.

She placed her hands on Blake's eight-pack. Her face was darkened by the moonlight reflecting off the glass, leaving behind her eyes glowing with a red light. A pair of blood-red eyes were like a pair of moons.

''I'll tell you. You will never see me like this again. I was hurt so badly because everything happened all at once and I was unprepared for it. From now on, I will educate myself so that I will never be in such a situation again." His words were like a statement to Blake, a promise at the same time.

A promise to herself, to Blake, and this world. She would never be like this again.

Rumi was as proud as she was as a fierce warrior and a war-hungry rabbit woman. They couldn't insult her, they couldn't humiliate her; She was unyielding and proudly did what she wanted under the sky.

Today, however, she was humiliated and insulted in front of the man she loved. Even an arm had been severed and her legs had been severed to the point of being paralyzed. She had no choice but to retire pathetically.

How could Rumi Usagiyama accept that, once she fell, she would work harder and turn back, once she took a step back, she would step forward three times.

This loss was only a minor stumbling block that fueled her warrior spirit.

Blake raised his hands and grabbed either side of her waist. His thumbs trailed between her six-pack abs, with bits of muscle trained to the limit where his fingers crossed.

To other men, this might seem gross, but to Blake, it was a huge attraction. Don't get him wrong, his view of muscular women was neutral; He neither hated nor liked it. But every part of Rumi was very attractive to him.

Rumi's back tightened, even more, she lifted her head and let out a longing breath. Her ears were shaking wildly, going back and forth.

Blake tried to raise his hands to go further but stopped halfway through. Judging by their intimacy with Rumi all this time, they must have passed a certain stage already.

But for some reason, they didn't get past this stage. Blake had a guess, and it was probably correct.

He held back the desire and desire inside him and forced his hands to stop on her waist. He smiled gently as he looked into Rumi's eyes.

Rumi's wild smile melted away, revealing her white teeth, and was replaced by a gentle smile. She leaned forward, rested her firm hand on his chest, and buried her head in his shoulder.

"Blake, I want you to meet my family."

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Hawks frowned as he stared at the screen in front of him. His face was illuminated by the light of the dim computer screen in the darkroom. His stubble and messy hair looked particularly striking in the blue screen light.

His hands were on the table, red veins appeared and his eyes shaped with black circles were fixed on the screen.

His eyes seemed to sparkle with small white beads, staring at the screen as if he had seen a naked woman. His tiredness was disappearing with every second that passed, leaving its place for excitement and the relief of relieving the fatigue that had been eating away at him for months.

The uncomfortable feeling that gripped his heart gave way to the emotions of a hunter who was focused on his target. He squinted his eyes as he stared at the screen in front of him, his gaze sharpened.

Hawks was in a dark room. As a habit from his old job, this room in his home was where he did the planning phase of his work.

Behind him was a painting that covered the entire wall. Various photographs hung here and there on the painting, and they were tied together with a red ribbon.

It was old-fashioned, but that allowed Hawks to think more rationally.

The painting contained photographs, inscriptions, scene footage, and miscellaneous items. Each of them was attached to the table with the help of a pin and connected.

The commonality of the things pinned to the table was that they were related to a single topic. Photos contained footage of a specific event, articles were about a specific topic, crime scene footage was about a specific topic.

Each was about the man with the white lightning bolt he had been searching for months.

All this time he had been chasing him and looking for information about him. From the time he smashed the man before his eyes that day, he kidnapped Denki, and later that day, he was always after him, hoping to find some piece of information about who he was.

And today he had found the piece of information about him, he had found out who he was.

He looked at the screen in front of him, tapped a button. The video started playing again.

A large group of people surrounded a group of women. The women were anxiously standing by the center stretcher, guarding it against the crowd. Lying in the middle was Rumi Usagiyama.

This image was a recording of events that happened today.

The video kept playing. The sad story of the man who spoke to the girl group was revealed. While people were getting sadder, the scene Hawks had been waiting for came true.

A thin white line pierced the human sea. It was like a graceful line carefully drawn by a fine-tipped brush, deftly traversing as it pierced the black human waves, reaching the middle in a short time.

Of course, this line would not normally appear. It wouldn't be visible if someone didn't look carefully and slow down the video's speed by 100%. Even Hawks hadn't noticed this line at first. He accidentally came across it when he randomly stopped the video.

He watched the ribbon slide like a snake through the black wave. The strip came in the middle, picked up Rumi, and left after a few words. This may seem like the time to view, but the man was so fast that even the moment he stopped, his vision was just a blur.

Clack!

He pressed a key on the keyboard with a hard voice, the image stopped. Then he pressed another key.

The quality of the image increased, the square image on the screen began to become clear. The blur disappeared, the face slowly emerged.

''Found you!''