Once he was in England he called for a taxi while he waited with his heart on his sleeve, barley hanging on by a thread.
The hospital looked more like a castle. His nerves were making the thread, holding his heart, wear thin. He walked though the front door and asked where he could find a Dr. Westen. The receptions looked at him weird but opened something on the computer.
'Do you have an appointment?' she asked with her thick English accent.
'N-no but it's...'
'I'm sorry no appointment, no seeing Dr. Westen.'
'I understand but please it's an important...'
'What makes something so important?' A deep voice said from behind Riku. He whipped around and seen a doctor. He glanced at the name tag. 'It must be pretty...'
'Please can you help me!?'
The doctor chuckled and lead Riku too a room where he spilled why he was here.
'That was one hell of a sob story, Riku.' The doctor crossed his arms.
'Where I'm from we don’t have cures like you do here. And I really want to help. She isn’t reacting well to her medicine. And maybe if her body doesn't reject this, there will be a high chance of her survival.'
The doctor pulled out a piece of paper. 'Riku, boy. What love will make you do, its crazy stuff! I don’t usually do this, and if I get caught I could lose my license. But you pulled a heart sting. I lost my wife to something similar to what your girl friend has.' He scribbled something down on the paper and sent it though a machine that flashed red.
'Thank you so much!!!' the doctor laughed and pushed a button on the phone. 'Ann, please bring me the perception I sent to you.'
Moment later Riku was handed something that could save Yuki's life.
After thanking and thanking them, riku caught his flight back to Destiny Island.
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