Waylay/Transcript
Misha "What did she hear?"
What the fuck did you just fucking spin about me, you little Russian? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Miami Police Academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the
Russian Mafia, and I have over 300 confirmed solved cases. I am trained in door-slamming warfare and I’m the top cop in the entire Miami Police force. You are nothing to me but just another spinning dog.
I will wipe you the fuck out with baiting the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with shooting me through that glass halfway across
the map? Think again, fucker, I was born with thick skin. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of cops across the state of Miami and your movement pattern is being traced right now so you better
get a grip, maggot. Prepare for the one shot that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, thug. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred
ways, and that’s just with my fists. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the shotgun in my trunk, golf clubs, baseball bats, knives, and
whatever else is lying around and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the level, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little
“clever” shot through that window was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking gun. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, because I was born with
thick skin you goddamn spinning idiot. I will spray bullets all over the place, and you will drown in your own fucking blood. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.
What the fuck did you just fucking spin about me, you little Russian? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Miami Police Academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the
Russian Mafia, and I have over 300 confirmed solved cases. I am trained in door-slamming warfare and I’m the top cop in the entire Miami Police force. You are nothing to me but just another spinning dog.
I will wipe you the fuck out with baiting the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with shooting me through that glass halfway across
the map? Think again, fucker, I was born with thick skin. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of cops across the state of Miami and your movement pattern is being traced right now so you better
get a grip, maggot. Prepare for the one shot that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, thug. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred
ways, and that’s just with my fists. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the shotgun in my trunk, golf clubs, baseball bats, knives, and
whatever else is lying around and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the level, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little
“clever” shot through that window was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking gun. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, because I was born with
thick skin you goddamn spinning idiot. I will spray bullets all over the place, and you will drown in your own fucking blood. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.
What the fuck did you just fucking spin about me, you little Russian? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Miami Police Academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the
Russian Mafia, and I have over 300 confirmed solved cases. I am trained in door-slamming warfare and I’m the top cop in the entire Miami Police force. You are nothing to me but just another spinning dog.
I will wipe you the fuck out with baiting the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with shooting me through that glass halfway across
the map? Think again, fucker, I was born with thick skin. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of cops across the state of Miami and your movement pattern is being traced right now so you better
get a grip, maggot. Prepare for the one shot that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, thug. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred
ways, and that’s just with my fists. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the shotgun in my trunk, golf clubs, baseball bats, knives, and
whatever else is lying around and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the level, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little
“clever” shot through that window was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking gun. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, because I was born with
thick skin you goddamn spinning idiot. I will spray bullets all over the place, and you will drown in your own fucking blood. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.
What the fuck did you just fucking spin about me, you little Russian? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Miami Police Academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the
Russian Mafia, and I have over 300 confirmed solved cases. I am trained in door-slamming warfare and I’m the top cop in the entire Miami Police force. You are nothing to me but just another spinning dog.
I will wipe you the fuck out with baiting the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with shooting me through that glass halfway across
the map? Think again, fucker, I was born with thick skin. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of cops across the state of Miami and your movement pattern is being traced right now so you better
get a grip, maggot. Prepare for the one shot that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, thug. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred
ways, and that’s just with my fists. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the shotgun in my trunk, golf clubs, baseball bats, knives, and
whatever else is lying around and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the level, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little
“clever” shot through that window was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking gun. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, because I was born with
thick skin you goddamn spinning idiot. I will spray bullets all over the place, and you will drown in your own fucking blood. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.
What the fuck did you just fucking spin about me, you little Russian? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Miami Police Academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the
Russian Mafia, and I have over 300 confirmed solved cases. I am trained in door-slamming warfare and I’m the top cop in the entire Miami Police force. You are nothing to me but just another spinning dog.
I will wipe you the fuck out with baiting the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with shooting me through that glass halfway across
the map? Think again, fucker, I was born with thick skin. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of cops across the state of Miami and your movement pattern is being traced right now so you better
get a grip, maggot. Prepare for the one shot that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, thug. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred
ways, and that’s just with my fists. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the shotgun in my trunk, golf clubs, baseball bats, knives, and
whatever else is lying around and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the level, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little
“clever” shot through that window was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking gun. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, because I was born with
thick skin you goddamn spinning idiot. I will spray bullets all over the place, and you will drown in your own fucking blood. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.
What the fuck did you just fucking spin about me, you little Russian? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Miami Police Academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the
Russian Mafia, and I have over 300 confirmed solved cases. I am trained in door-slamming warfare and I’m the top cop in the entire Miami Police force. You are nothing to me but just another spinning dog.
I will wipe you the fuck out with baiting the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with shooting me through that glass halfway across
the map? Think again, fucker, I was born with thick skin. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of cops across the state of Miami and your movement pattern is being traced right now so you better
get a grip, maggot. Prepare for the one shot that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, thug. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred
ways, and that’s just with my fists. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the shotgun in my trunk, golf clubs, baseball bats, knives, and
whatever else is lying around and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the level, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little
“clever” shot through that window was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking gun. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, because I was born with
thick skin you goddamn spinning idiot. I will spray bullets all over the place, and you will drown in your own fucking blood. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.
What the fuck did you just fucking spin about me, you little Russian? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Miami Police Academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the
Russian Mafia, and I have over 300 confirmed solved cases. I am trained in door-slamming warfare and I’m the top cop in the entire Miami Police force. You are nothing to me but just another spinning dog.
I will wipe you the fuck out with baiting the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with shooting me through that glass halfway across
the map? Think again, fucker, I was born with thick skin. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of cops across the state of Miami and your movement pattern is being traced right now so you better
get a grip, maggot. Prepare for the one shot that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, thug. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred
ways, and that’s just with my fists. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the shotgun in my trunk, golf clubs, baseball bats, knives, and
whatever else is lying around and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the level, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little
“clever” shot through that window was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking gun. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, because I was born with
thick skin you goddamn spinning idiot. I will spray bullets all over the place, and you will drown in your own fucking blood. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.
appy coincidence! Tezuka too, of course."
He nods courteously to Rin who does not acknowledge him back, then turns to me because obviously it's me who he had some business with.
Nurse "There is something I forgot to mention on Monday."
I nod and wait impassively because I can't even begin to guess what he forgot. The feeling of the handle delving deeper into my skin doesn't make me feel enthusiastic about this interruption, either.
Nurse "It's about your medications. Since you haven't been that long on your current medications there might be some unexpected side effects, which might require adjusting dosages or even changing to another kind of medication."
Nurse "So we will do a few tests regularly, but what I'd want is for you to keep an eye on everything in your condition that feels off, if you get what I mean."
Nurse "Nausea, headache, anything. And come see me if something happens."
Hisao "All right."
Nurse "So how are you? Everything fine?"
I give up and drop the can to the floor before answering him. Apparently this takes longer than my biceps can handle.
I'm about to say something generic as an answer, but then I realize how often I've done that lately.
Other people have asked me that too. Teachers and students here. My parents, visitors, nurses, doctors at the hospital.
Everyone seems to be concerned about that. It's natural for a hospital, not so much for a school. Except this school.
This is a small school, and both the student base and the faculty seem to be very tightly knit.
At least that's the feeling I'm getting.
And this is not the kind of school that gets transfer students too often.
The thought sends shivers up my spine, but I give a generic answer, anyway.
...
Nurse "That's great. Also, one other thing."
Nurse "My sources tell me that you've been at neither the school track nor even the pool, so I'd like to know if you have taken up exercising as I asked."
Of course I haven't, but his way of inquiring gives me the feeling that I should've been running my ass off on the track since the very first day.
Hisao "You have people spying on me?"
Nurse "Not as such. I just happen to know a few people. But that's not the issue here, so don't try to slip out of it."
Hisao "Well, I was actually just doing some improvised weight lifting, as an exercise."
I pick up and lift the can up and down a few times like some sad imitation of a bodybuilder, even though it's weighing down on my arms painfully.
The stupid grin disappears from his face for a second, then comes back like it was never gone.
Nurse "Tezuka, would you give us a second?"
The nurse grabs me by the shoulder without waiting for Rin's permission which he didn't need in the first place and drags me aside.
Nurse "When I told you to exercise I wasn't joking."
Nurse "I understand that you are still on your first week and all, but please don't ignore the importance of this."
Nurse "The reason I'm coming down this hard on you is that habits are not easy to form."
Nurse "The more you slip and postpone, the harder it'll be. It's the same with everything, like dieting."
Nurse "Can you promise me to be more serious about this from now on?"
> Maybe.
Hisao "Maybe, no... I mean..."
He gives me a nasty sort of look when I say that, making me try to take back the word.
Hisao "I mean, I don't know... I'm still trying to get used to the school."
Hisao "I'll promise to try though."
Nurse "You're not being very convincing there, Hisao. Tip number one: medical professionals are not amused if you take their advice lightly."
What's up with him? As if a day or two would make that much of a difference.
I didn't do anything at the hospital either.
Hisao "Yeah, okay. Sorry."
He studies me for a moment and then shrugs, smiling again.
Nurse "Okay. That's more like it."
> Yes.
Hisao "Yeah, I promise. Definitely."
He studies me for a moment and then shrugs, smiling again.
Nurse "Okay. That's more like it."
Back to Route
Nurse "If you go to the school track tomorrow morning, you'll meet my 'spy,' who probably has no qualms offering consultation to you if you want to jog a bit."
Hisao "Consultation?"
Nurse "See you around."
He leaves with a wave of his hand and no answer, and I walk to Rin who has been waiting, idly leaning against the hallway wall and staring at the pale lighting fixtures in the ceiling.
Even when I approach, she doesn't move her eyes off them.
Rin "Are you getting medications for your heart thingy?"
Hisao "Were you listening?"
It comes out more accusatory than I intended, accidentally lashing out on her.
But even so, I don't really want to start talking about it. I just met her, I don't know her. It's not her business.
The nurse seems to be happily ignorant about confidentiality too, talking about that kind of thing in public.
But it's not Rin's fault, is it?
I look up at her, suddenly feeling a bit guilty, but Rin is just staring past my shoulder quizzically, her head tilted like a bird's.
Sigh.
I don't know why this is so hard for me. It feels like there is some inexplicable lock that prevents me from being more upfront about this.
Hisao "...yeah. They're for my heart."
Rin "Will they make you better?"
Hisao "...no, not really."
Hisao "They just make me a little less worse."
Rin keeps looking at me for a while longer, and she neither says anything further, nor displays any kind of emotion I could discern.
I'm thankful that she doesn't. I think I'm still not quite used to all this.
At the hospital it was easy, but I still haven't sorted my feelings about having to live a "normal" life with this disability.
