Six days.
 
Six days after I get out of the hospital, the plain white walls, bleached air, and steamed food, I wind up back in it.
 
It was through no fault of my own, of course. Liquor, depression, and Kenji all played equal roles.
 
Well, it was mostly Kenji, considering he provided the liquor.
 
And the rooftop picnic was his idea, of course.
 
 
 
I have to stop doing that. Placing the blame on other people, even if it is mostly their fault, is probably gonna get me back here someday, either through stress, or a punch to the chest.
 
That thought alone is enough to make me derail that train of thought, and board another one.
 
I wonder how much schoolwork I missed.
 
I've been out for at least a month, now.
 
Maybe more than that.
 
I don't really know.
 
I can barely even remember what I ended up in the hospital for, now that I actually think about it.
 
I know it was a result of Kenji's absoultely brilliant idea for a manly picnic on the roof of a 3-story school, but the injuries I sustained slip my mind.
 
Probably a concussion, considering the headaches, and my foggy memory. Maybe some broken bones, a collapsed lung is also a possibility.
 
Wonder what's going on back in the Yamaku.
 
Were the exams as brutal as my old school's?
 
Just thinking about Yamaku makes my thoughts slip to her.
 
Her.
 
Mrs. Elusive, the one that got away.
 
I didn't earn her favor in the six days I was there.
 
Maybe she'll still be there when I get out of here. Maybe she'd offer me a second chance at friendship, possibly more than that.
 
I make myself a promise, that when I get out of here, the first thing I do, will be finding her again.
 
Hopefully I won't mess it up a second time.