"So, do you have any plans for the upcoming three weeks of summer break you have left?"
"I… ummm… am going to S-Scotland together with my b-best friend and my b-boyfriend."
"Sounds fun. Any reason for Scotland specifically? Most tourists from Japan try to visit multiple countries while in Europe."
"M-my best friend's p-parents live there. She's visiting them, and we're a-allowed to come along."
"Well, I hope you'll have fun. By the way, could you check out page 156 of your binder?"
"Huh?"
I curiously turn to the page Nakamura mentioned and suddenly smile.
"Oh!"
Nakamura grins.
"Just in case."
On the page in front of me is a large table containing the emergency phone number of each country, sorted by continent. I quickly take out my cell phone and save the emergency number for the United Kingdom in its memory.
"Thank you."
The trainer takes out a handkerchief, wipes his forehead, then smiles at me.
"You're welcome."
I start to casually browse through the binder, not really reading but mostly keeping myself busy. As I look up, I can see Nakamura is again wiping his forehead. What's going on? It's not that hot here, is it?
02
After a few minutes, I catch him again taking out his handkerchief. He's looking a bit uncomfortable. Is he unwell or something?
"Ummm… A-are you… o-okay?"
He lets out a chuckle in order to dismiss the matter.
"I'm fine. I might be coming down with something. My luck, of course. Right around the start of my own summer break."
He slowly gets up, an uncomfortable expression still on his face.
"I… think I'm going to take a small bathroom break. I'll be right back. Could you open the window in the meantime? Let in some fresh air?"
"S-sure."
03
As I head towards one of the windows, I notice Nakamura is walking a bit hunched over. It gives me an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. I turn towards the window and am about to push it open when I hear a soft groan behind me. As I look behind me, I'm shocked to see that Nakamura is lying face-down on the floor, about 10 steps away from the door. I physically reel from a sudden and almost overwhelming sense of dread that spreads through my body.
What's going on? Did he just collapse? What's wrong with him? What am I supposed to do?
"Mister Nakamura?"
My voice barely reaches above a whisper as I struggle to control my breathing.
"Mister Nakamura?!"
Somehow, I'm capable of making it across the room without my shaking legs giving out and I kneel next to him, rolling him onto his back.
"Mister Nakamura!!"
No reaction. What should I do now? Go and get help? But it's already nearly a week into summer break and the building is nearly deserted? What if he dies while I'm away? Why isn't anyone else here?
I guess I can't leave him alone. Doing my best to righten his head, I suddenly remember the first step of the drills I've done. Putting two fingers beneath his jaw, I THINK I can feel a pulse. Of course, it's almost impossible to be sure with my own heart pounding like a jackhammer, but it's a small relief. Putting my ear to his mouth, I can't hear any breathing though. Am I supposed to give him mouth-to-mouth or mouth-to-nose now? I really hate the idea of anyone's face but Hisao's getting close to mine - close enough to peek past my bangs and see the damage. Still, do I have a choice? I suddenly have an idea. I carefully move his head back and open his mouth further, then carefully use my other hand to cover his eyes. As I move my head downward though, Nakamura suddenly exhales loudly, causing me to jump up with a startled cry. As I look on, Nakamura casually gets up, dusts himself off and gives me a concerned look.
04
"Are you alright, Ikezawa? Just sit down and take a few deep breaths. I'm fine. I was just faking it. I was holding my breath on purpose."
Faking it? He was just pretending to…?
I barely manage to stammer what's on my mind.
"W-why?"
After making sure I'm not going to faint, Nakamura walks back to his desk and gives me a sheepish look.
"I figured one more practice drill was in order. Sorry to have frightened you. I wasn't even sure if it was going to work. I'm not exactly a seasoned actor. I'm surprised you didn't merely roll your eyes at me."
I should have known. He was testing me. He wanted to see if I'd call for help or go through the motions I practiced so many times or if I'd just run away or collapse in a shivering heap. I was dangerously close to doing the latter, that much is certain. And then what? Then my first aid certificate would be worth less than the paper it's printed on. I'd know in advance that this whole week had been a waste of time. And I'd end up feeling utterly worthless and more frightened of the prospect of Hisao's heart acting up than ever. For a moment I feel angry with Nakamura for drawing out my weakness with such little effort.
"I just finished your last test and your score is 84%. Very well done."
I nod in response, but don't really say anything. I'm still busy fighting off the adrenaline that's racing through my system. Nakamura frowns, gets up and sits on one of the desks in front of mine.
"I guess what I did was a bit thoughtless, but I thought it was important to get an idea on how you'd react in a real emergency situation... or at least as real as possible. The truth is that Mrs. Takawa asked me to give her my opinion on whether this training would be any use to you in such circumstances, and I thought this would be a good way to see for myself. If you'd have broken down just now, that would have given this week a real downer ending, but at least I could have reported to your therapist that this training wasn't sufficient on its own and that she'd best go and try something else. I figured the last thing you needed was a sense of security that'd prove to be false at the worst possible moment. I hope you can understand and that it helps to make you a little bit more confident about what you've learned here this week."
I can't say I don't understand his motivation, but I'm nevertheless unsettled at how panic-prone I just proved to still be even though it didn't paralyze me this time.
"You hesitated a bit, but you still reacted within an acceptable timespan. So I think you really deserve this."
He takes a fancy piece of paper from behind his back that I can see has my name on it and puts his signature on the dotted line near the bottom before handing it to me.
"Congratulations on succesfully finishing the training, Ikezawa."
I take it from him, still a bit shaky but also filled with a modest sense of pride.
"T-thank you."
"If you still have any questions for me, now would probably be a good time to ask. If not, I'm going to start packing up the dummies and get ready to head home."
I do have one question.
"Umm.... W-were y-you enacting an actual h-heart a-attack just now?"
"A little bit. Unlike what movies would like you to believe, heart attacks are rarely instantanous. But warning signs may vary from person to person."
"Warning signs?"
"You can find a list of the more common ones on page 34 of your binder. Though if you're currently thinking of your boyfriend, please be aware that what sent him to the hospital last time wasn't a traditional heart attack."
"Ah..."
"Remember that actual heart attacks involve the coronary artery getting clogged, resulting in part of the heart being deprived of oxygen and being damaged as a result. Your boyfriend's arteries are probably fine. His problem is that his heart occasionally starts a disfunctional rhythm. It's a different problem altogether. That doesn't mean he never experiences any warning signs, but... I think it's best if you try not to worry about those."
Not worry about them? Is he joking?
"Your boyfriend is probably well aware of his condition, and if any warning signs pop up that indicate an approaching episode, I'm willing to bet my life on it that he'll be aware of them long before you start noticing them. Ultimately it's his responsibility to take action and either slow down or warn others. If you sound the alarm each time he looks a little bit unwell, instead of trusting his judgement on it, you'll probably drive him and yourself crazy sooner or later. He's still as susceptible to colds and stomach aches as any other person after all."
That's a pretty good point, though I've never been good at applying the "no worrying" advice to my own life.
"If his heart gets into a disfunctional rhythm it won't come out of, the best thing you can do is be aware of the location of the nearest AED. I've noticed this school has quite a few of them hanging on the walls. I'm sure the head nurse here can get you a map of their locations."
"And outside of the s-school?"
"I'd like to suggest him getting an AED of his own at some point, but that's easier said than done. The one you've been practicing with this week costs as much as I pay in rent over the course of two months. Still, in the long term, it'd be a good investment."
"A-Anything else?"
He shakes his head and smiles.
"Try not to worry too much, and don't forget to enjoy life. Compared to other heart conditions, people with your boyfriend's condition still tend to live fairly long lives. And new scientific discoveries are made every day."
That cheers me up a little. I give him a tired smile and pick up my bag from my desk.
"T-Thank you...f-for everything."
"Glad to be of service. Have fun in Scotland."
"I w-will."
05
"E-Excuse me?"
After leaving the classroom, I decided to stop by at the newspaper club for just a few minutes and was greeted by Naomi and Jun who seem to be the only members still around the school grounds. When I entered the room, Naomi greeted me with a series of sounds that sounded like total gibberish to me.
"I said: 'Awrite! Hou's it gaun?' You don't know what that means?"
"S-Should I?"
"It means 'Hi. How are you?' in Scottish. You were supposed to answer with something like 'A'm fine, slainte!' "
Naomi looks very pleased with her performance, but Jun gives me a tired look.
"I looked up some Scottish phrases on the internet for her this morning, and she's been practicing them out loud ever since. Hopefully she'll stop now."
Naomi playfully sticks her tongue out at Jun.
"You're just jealous because my Scottish is better than yours."
Jun just rolls her eyes and Naomi takes the opportunity to continue the conversation.
"You haven't been practicing your Scottish?"
I haven't. Lilly assured me that our English would suffice, so I can probably communicate with the locals if (and only if) I absolutely have to.
"This week was busy for me."
"Oh, right. Still that first aid training, huh? How'd it go?"
"I finished it today."
I produce the certificate I got earlier from my bag and hand it to Naomi and Jun. Naomi looks it over for a second before passing it to Jun. They then smile and break out into a short but sincere applause. Or rather, Naomi's clapping while Jun's mimicking the motion as best as she can.
"Great job. I bet it's a little easier to go on vacation now with that one behind you, isn't it?"
"Yes. I'm happy the two didn't overlap."
"Looking forward to it?"
"I am. Do you h-have any vacation plans?"
Jun just shakes her head. Naomi, on the other hand, nods enthusiastically.
"I'm going on a trip across Japan. Natsume's coming too. We'll head north first, stay in Hokkaido for a bit, then head south towards Kyoto."
"That sounds enjoyable too."
"It will be. I'll be sure to take plenty of pictures. We can swap photos afterwards."
That might be a problem. My cell phone has a camera function, but it doesn't have enough capacity to store a large amount of photos, and I don't have an actual photo camera myself.
"I could… buy a g-guidebook while I'm there."
Naomi makes a face as if I just offered her a spoiled sandwich.
"That won't do. You're a member of the newspaper club now. That means you gotta walk the walk. No taking shortcuts."
"Ah… B-but I…"
"Just a sec."
Naomi gets off the desk she's sitting on and sprints into the room we use as our archive. Jun scratches her arm and turns to me.
"Naomi asked me to come along with her, but I need to have this cast removed next week. They're probably going to wrap it in stiff bandages if it's healed sufficiently. I hate these heavy things. They really itch."
"I'm s-sorry to hear that."
"It's okay. I have plenty of video games I still need to finish."
"Tadaah! Check this out!"
Naomi comes running back in, carrying a black bag in her hands. She opens it and fishes a slick-looking camera out of it, along with several small plastic containers with memory cards inside. She then gives me a triumphant grin.
"You don't have a camera yourself, do you? Well, what do you think of this baby? There's at least twelve gigabyte worth of memory cards in here too. You can take enough photos to wallpaper the entire classroom with and still have space to spare."
Wow! Is she really lending me this? That camera looks really expensive.
"F-For m-me?"
Naomi simply gives a cheerful nod.
"I was thinking of taking it myself, but since I'm dropping by at my parents' place before my own trip, I can simply take their camera instead. You can't fly to the other end of the world and not take any pictures. That's journalistic malpractice. And we won't have any of that around here."
"T-Thank you s-so much."
"You're welcome. If you want to thank me, maybe you could take some requests from me."
"Requests?"
"Since you're going to Scotland, are you going to visit that lake? You know, Loch Ness?"
"I hope so. It's only a few kilometers away from Inverness."
"They say there's a monster in there. It would be grand if you could snap a picture."
Jun promptly makes a facepalm gesture with her hand, which looks rather absurd due to the huge cast wrapped around it.
"You know that's an urban legend, don't you?"
Naomi shrugs.
"How about a picture of a Scotsman? You know, in traditional garb."
"I might be able to do that."
"Great. But no phonies. It has to be a true Scotsman."
"Ah… O-okay."
Naomi lets out a pleased giggle.
"Wonderful."
Naomi puts the camera back into its bag and hands it to me. I take it from her and put it into my own bag, being as careful as I can with it. This is a really pleasant surprise. I'm so happy I decided to drop by the club today.
"Now, in case taking those pictures gets your journalistic juices flowing, there's something you can brainstorm about. I've decided what the next club you'll be covering in your column will be."
"Which one is it?"
Naomi makes a face as if I just asked her a very stupid question.
"This one of course. You'll have the advantage of not having to put together a question list for an interview. Just write something up using your own experiences here, and we can take a look at it after the summer break to see if there's anything missing. Try to emulate the style of your previous column for consistency's sake."
"I'll do that."
She winks at me.
"Don't make us look bad."
I smile as I take my bag and get ready to head to my dorm room.
"I'll p-put some extra l-love into it."
Naomi gives me a thumbs-up.
"Attagirl. Well, guid cheerio the nou then."
"Eh?"
"Means goodbye. In Scottish."
"Bye."
As I leave the room, Jun comes after me with a conspiring expression on her face.
"If you DO take a picture of Loch Ness, could you mail it to me?"
She winks.
"I can probably photoshop a monster in there."