"I really don't want to go..." Igor tough but didn't say it, since there was no one to hear him. Well, no one but his spirits. He had to go to the hospital to get the blood sample results he gave that morning. Sun was high with few clouds spotting the sky, although there was light fog covering the streets. Igor just zipped his jacket while releasing a long sigh, watching as his breath got transmuted into streak of steam (I have to idea how to explain).

Cars were rushing with pauses, immune to the lazy atmosphere broth by the chilly fog. While Igor was rushing yet again he managed to take clothes that didn't match the weather an was cold.

After few minutes, he was just sitting in the waiting room since he came a bit too early; the nurses were having a coffee break or something. He was alone in that long hall, so he took out the rope dart. Playing with it between his fingers, he remembered why he was there.

When he was released from the hospital he had gone trough this procedure few times: blood test, visit to a doctor, earlier there was also a talk with psychotherapist. After all, it was odd that a perfectly healthy 19 years old suddenly got to the verge of death. Sure, Mia's story of a gang attack appeared logical, but it was still odd. Something about his organs he didn't quite understand. It didn’t mean much to him, as he knew what was wrong as well as that he can't say that.

He put the medium away, even wondering why he carries it in the first place. He knew the answer: since he didn't give up hope. But it was still somewhat shaky ground. He was now able to feel furyoku every now and then, but he didn't know what it meant. And didn't want to hold his hopes too high so that he wouldn't end up disappointed.

"Markovic Igor?" nurse called, by the sound of her voice for the second time. It wasn't hard for Igor to believe that he missed the first call. Being alone in there in that "kind of happy" peach colored waiting hall it was easy to get lost in toughs.

"Here." He replied as he walked over and took the piece of paper with smile.

After taking a short look at the results he saw that number of RBC and WBC are regular as are the lymphocytes. That was good, but he had to check it with doctor since he didn't know as much about other results.

Again he sat in the waiting room as a nurse told him that the doctor will be there in some fifteen to twenty minutes...