The correct form here would be " have " or even the shortened form " 've " It sounds similar when you talk out loud, but in writing it's just wrong.
So for the first sentence "...they would've caught..."
In the second sentence there is also word order. The correct sentence would be "...that mustn't have been cheap." but since it's spoken dialogue you can get away with "that must've not been cheap"
For the third sentence: "...we wouldn't have met!" "We wouldn't've met!" is a bit too shortened even for English standards
And since we're at "of":
"I was kinda of bored over the holiday."
"kinda" is already short for "kind of", so "kinda of" is too much.
Other than that you keep churning out good chapters at an astonishing pace.
Mirage, thank you for this!
When I was writing chapter four, I had a feeling that something wasn't right. About the pace, well lets just say I have a lot of time on my hands xD
Alright everyone, here's the next chapter.
Chapter Five- Checkup
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I push through the doors of the medical building. It sure has been a while since I've been here, still smells a little weird. Sometimes one can forget that this place has such a high budget when it comes to its nursing staff, which is understandable considering the student body here. I can imagine that its one of the selling points of this school.
I should count myself lucky, I'm only missing a limb or two. I don't need constant medical attention for that. Wait, I think I've been down here already, I turn the corner and try the other way.
Takashi's a good example, but then again he told me his thing is only minor. Well, I guess I don't have any examples to draw from. Ok, this is getting frustrating. Where is the nurses office? I've never been a regular visitor here so I didn't ever bother to remember where it is, I truly regret that decision now.
I eventually come across several doors with nameplates, this should be the place. I knock on one of the doors, which has a nameplate that's been scratched off, weird. Someone speaks up and I take it as a 'come in' and open the door. Inside however, the person sitting in the office chair isn't my nurse. He spins around and eyes me oddly.
"Oh, you're new." He looks me over before picking up a clipboard and surveying it.
"Sorry, what was your name again?" This isn't my nurse.
"Kichirou Susumu sir." I respond anyway.
He looks over his clipboard before scratching his head in confusion, "Strange, that name isn't on my schedule."
"I think I have the wrong place, my nurse is a guy in his thirties. Curly Afro-like hair?"
"Oh!" He grins widely, "You're looking for Mr. Masuyo aren't you?"
The guy never told me his name but that must be him.
The nurse sits up and walks over to me, he points down the hallway at the door near the exit.
"Masuyo's down there kiddo." I bow slightly and apologise before hopping off, he gives me a quick goodbye and he shuts his door.
Well, that guy was a little funny, I've never seen such a young nurse before. Shouldn't he still be in medical school?
Shrugging, I knock on the correct door this time. I hear something fall from inside and a curse being muttered, I knock again for good measure and a voice calls out. "Yes? Come in."
I open the door and I'm greeted by quite the sight, this place is a complete mess. Folders and other medical utensils litter the room, it's also very dusty. I can't help but cough, I step inside and try my best to avoid knocking over anything.
In the center of this chaos sits a stupidly brave man, Mr. Masuyo sits in his chair while digging through a box on his lap. He finally notices me and smiles.
"Ah! Susumu! Long time no see, I apologise about all this. I recently changed offices and I haven't had anytime to unpack everything yet." Mr. Masuyo hasn't changed at all since I last saw him, although he may have a few more grey hairs than before.
He's been my nurse since the first day I arrived, he's also the only medical related person I know nowadays. It's been a long time since I last had a doctor, a nurse, and a therapist all at once.
His hair's still as wild as ever, it still has its crazy Afro shape and everything. His clothes are covered in dust and his glasses seem a little fogged up.
"It's good to see you again sir." I say whilst looking for something that isn't being used as a makeshift desk to sit on. He places the box he was digging through down and begins looking for something.
"Sorry, I think your file's here somewhere." He checks several folders before finding what he wanted, "Here we go, lets see."
"So, last year, things where looking good. no drastic changes in your health, no need for medication. No sleeping tablets or antidepressants."
"Your joints had healed nicely, you only had a few incidents. Rashes and some phantom pain here and there." He closes the folder and looks up at me for the first time, he gasps and takes off his glasses. He notices the state that they're in and proceeds to wipe them with his only clean piece of clothing.
Satisfied that his sight has somewhat returned he speaks again, "Well, How have you been lately?" He pulls out his clipboard and waits expectantly for me to answer.
"Uh, not much. I fell during the holiday and bruised my stub, it wasn't that major. I didn't break anything." He nods and writes something down.
"What else... I haven't had any nightmares lately, I haven't had any trouble sleeping either." He nods again, writing some more before speaking.
"That's good to hear. Now, can I have a look at them?" I nod and look for the infirmary bed, luckily it isn't covered by anything. I grab my crutch and hop over to it, Mr. Masuyo wheels his chair over to me.
"Right well, lets have a look here." He unravels the knot on my pants and rolls it up to my thigh. Running a hand along my knee, he feels around a little, pinching the end of the stub now and again.
"Ok, everything seems alright." He rolls down my pant leg and ties it in a knot again. I give him my left arm next, which he takes in his hands and looks over.
"There is still a little scarring on this. Which is understandable, your left hand was the most damaged in the accident." I wish he wouldn't bring that up.
"Otherwise, you're looking fine. No problems you said?" I nod.
No sir, nothing at all. I've been a good cripple.
I stand again and he walks back to his desk, "Well, thanks for coming in Susumu."
"Oh! Before you go..." Turns around and smiles, "There is going to be something delivered here for you in the coming week. I'm not sure when but its on its way."
I look at him blankly, Delivery? For me? I didn't order anything.
"What is it?"
"I'm not sure but they said it's from your Uncle."
Uncle? What's he sending me? He never mentioned it in his email this morning. Mr. Masuyo notices my confusion and shrugs.
"I wouldn't worry about it. I'll let you know when it's here. Oh and for safety's sake, I would like to see you every second week."
"It would be best if I could keep an eye on you."
Oh, more checkups? Well, I don't mind.
I nod and make my way towards the door, "Oh, Susumu?" I turn around and look at Mr. Masuyo.
"You look good."
"T-thanks I guess, see you later." He waves and I close the door behind me.
What was that meant to me- oh. Oh yeah, right.
I limp out of the medical building, my stomach makes its appearance. I am starving! Time for lunch I guess. Before I move however I hear the bells ring.
You've got to be kidding me!
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"Alright everyone! Be sure to look over you work, you don't want to fail now do you?" Mr. Okada smacks his textbook for emphasis, several students flinch and begin packing up their bags.
"So hungry..." I'm gonna die, It was torture sitting through this class on an empty stomach. Wait, I have stuff in my room! Alright Kichirou, lets hustle.
Exiting the classroom with a limp, I hastily make my way towards the elevators. Before I can reach them, a blonde head of hair notices me and walks over. Oh, it's not Takashi.
"Kichirou! Hello." Iwasaki closes the gap between the elevators and myself. Move woman, my stomach protests at this interruption.
"Hello Iwasaki, how are you?" I decide on some small talk, maybe after a while she'll leave and I can rush to my room and gorge myself on some chips.
I should really get some proper food, now that I think about it. But I can't go to town in this state. Instead of a full stomach, I would probably end up with a hospital bill.
She's doing it again, Iwasaki's looking me over oddly. She catches my gaze and locks eyes with me, she is by no means an ugly girl, quite the opposite. But my stomach is more important right now, I don't have time for awkward teenage conversations.
"Listen, are you busy right now?" She twirls a lock of her hair and blushes a little, Ok Kichirou. Tell her the truth.
"No, what's up?" Oh my god...
"Really?!" She smiles, "Well in that case. The Student Council's in a bit of a mess right now."
"Most of our members have disappeared and we need help."
"What kind of help?"
"Well, since it's the first day of school. We've been tasked to look over all of the student facilities, to make sure that everything is in good shape and functionable."
"So, classrooms and club rooms? Stuff like that?"
"Yes! stuff like that." She giggles.
"So we've been going around looking for others to help. Could you help us out?"
I guess they don't have enough people, wonder if the members of the Student Council are trying to avoid this work?
"I don't know..." Iwasaki lips curl downwards and she looks a lot less happy. Crap.
"Ok! I'll do it."
Kichirou! No... We can't, we're running on empty man.
"You will?! That's great! Eriko!" She calls to a girl standing near the stairs, the girl runs up, a little flustered.
"Yes Chiyoko?"
"Kichirou here is gonna help us out, hand him a clipboard."
The girl hands me one but then withdraws a little when she notices my condition.
"Give it here." I motion her with my left arm and tell her to place in under my arm. She slides in and I make sure I've got it.
"There. Ok so, where am I going?" I question. I need to get this done as soon as possible.
"Well, it's all there on the clipboard but I was hoping you could head to music room on the third floor first." Iwasaki states.
"We sent someone there but she hasn't come back so we're a little worried."
"Ok, I'll go check." I nod to the girls and take the elevator to the third floor.
Not gonna lie, while I was in the lift I had the strongest urge to just drop the clipboard in a bin and try the trip down the hill. But I didn't do it, I'm not the kind of person to go back on my word after all. Oh wait, I almost was.
I follow the directions on the clipboard and find the door labeled "Music room", there is a disturbing lack of music coming from this room, guess there is no club activity today. I push open the door and look around inside.
The room is surprisingly empty, no instruments are around. I assume most of them were placed in that closet over there. A few desks and chairs sit around the room. Seated at one of the desks is the girl I'm looking for.
"Oh, hello." I call out.
Fukuhara looks up from her lunch box, she seems a little surprised.
"I didn't expect to find you here, how are you?" She smiles and nods a little, I make my way towards one of the desks and sit down. A heavenly scent wafts through the air, It's coming from her food. Oh man, that looks amazing.
While she eats, she's filling out a page on her clipboard. Try as I might, her lunch box is the center of my attention. I hesitate but I speak up, "That looks tasty."
She looks at her meal and then back at me, she takes a notepad out of her pocket and begins writing on it. Afterwards, she places the pad out in front of me. I look at the message on it.
"Are you okay? You do look a little tired." Is it that obvious? Wait, why did she write to me instead of speak?
"Uh, I missed out on lunch so I'm pretty famished." She nods and hands me her food, I shake my head and she writes on the notepad again.
"Please, have the rest. I'm not that hungry anyway." Fukuhara smiles and brushes some of her hair out of her eyes. I want to protest but I can't deny it, I'm starving.
I thank her and grab some chopsticks and begin eating, My body is overwhelmed by the sensation. I can finally die happy.
Fukuhara giggles silently as I keep eating, she looks over her clipboard before looking over at me again. I see the notepad in my line of sight again.
"Did the student council rope you into this as well? I see you have a clipboard." I nod solemnly.
"Yep, I agreed to help them out. I felt bad for them." Fukuhara writes something out.
"Did you really feel that bad?"
I laugh, "Ok, maybe I wasn't but they were very persuasive." Fukuhara silently giggles into the sleeve of her uniform, I notice the diamond stud in her ear. The sun coming from the window reflects off it, causing it to shine multiple colours. It's hard to look away.
Fukuhara notices me staring and blushes a little, I look away in embarrassment. I try to focus on the food but my chopsticks find nothing in the box, that was fast. Oh well, I feel way better now.
"Thanks for this, really, I thought that I would never eat again." She smiles and takes her lunch box back.
"I assume you've covered this room right? What's next?" Fukuhara looks over her clipboard before writing on her notepad.
"I think we have to look over the art room next." I nod and stand, grabbing my crutch and placing my clipboard under my arm.
"Alright well, let's go I guess." Fukuhara nods and packs up her bag before we both exit the music room. I realise I don't know where the art room is but Fukuhara seems to know so I end up following her.
This isn't gonna as boring as I thought.
