It had been a whole day since they had been taken. A whole day of nothing except pain, curiosity, and sadness for Michiko and Chokichi. Time seemed to pass slowly in the hospital as Michiko kept a watchful eye on her brother-never sleeping for one moment and only getting up to use the bathroom when she absolutely had to. The pain medication made him drowsy, so she let him sleep. Blissfully, innocently, peacefully he slept. His broken leg elevated on a few pillows and his body cradled with many warm blankets. Wrapped up as if he were a baby, and, to Michiko, he still was.
His innocent face now showed no signs of distress, when earlier it had been a battlefield of pain and tears. The only thing he had to worry about now was his dreams. His sister, on the other hand, had a war of her own going on in her head, trying to figure out their situation. Her mind continued to drift to her parents and what happened to them.
She sat next to Chokichi's bed, hour after hour, pondering how to get away, what was going on, and worrying about her brother. She was so deep in thought that she didn't realize that someone was approaching her from behind until she felt a firm hand grab her shoulder.
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