Escaping Tetta Kisaki

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We arrive in what I presume to be the parking garage of Toman's main building. Hanma gets out of the passenger seat and flings open the doors to my seat. Reluctantly I make my way out of my seat and stand beside Hanma. "Your quite docile." I hear Hanma say from beside me. Docile? He's right I'm not fighting them like I use to. If Hanma has noticed then Kisaki will too and they may become fishy. I should start at least trying to get away considering any other woman being Kidnapped in broad daylight would. I see Kisaki approaching from the car he has exited. I see the elevators open just as Kisaki stops movement beside me. Before I can make any plans for an attempted get away I'm shoved into the elevator by Hanmas large hands.  "Could you just let me go? I have to pay my landlord." I say from behind the men within this elevator I'm in. Kisaki turns to face me and then responds, "Your in my company now and thinking about another man? You won't be needing to live there anymore so there's no need to pay your landlord." Kisaki's words and the dinging of the elevator fill my head causing me to become irritable. I really only need to find more information on this stupid time skipping crap! I don't want to be looping like this forever. As soon as the elevator doors open again everyone gets out except me. I push my back against the elevator doors while Hanma holds the door open from closing. I'm so scared right now but I know if I don't put up a fight they'll think I'm a spy or something. "Come on out of the elevator now, Jexy." Kisaki commands, his hand extended out towards me and his voice in a gentle yet deceiving voice. I turn my face towards the ground and bite my lip. Compared to the pain I've gone through already I'm sure whatever beating awaiting me in a moment won't be that bad? Right? Wrong, fistfuls of my hair is roughly clumped into the fists of one of Kisaki's lackeys and then I'm dragged and thrown out of the elevator of which I was refusing to exit. I yelp out on the floor as all the men around me watch as I mewl in pain. I notice blood is dripping from my head, I guess that just shows the force that was used to grab me out of the elevator. I sit up and clutch my scalp, tears exiting my eyes like a slow river. "Shit. She's bleeding." I hear Kisaki say sounding a little stressed from behind me. "Sorry sir, guess I pulled a little too hard. I hadn't realized how small she was." The one that caused this blood shed says from beside me. I'm to scared to fight any more than I already have so I just remain seated on my knees and clenching my bloodied head. "Let's get you up." Kisaki says while gently grabbing my shoulder. I do as Kisaki says and stand up next to him. Kisaki turns to face me so that he can examine my wounds which are immensely painful. "It looks pretty bad. Will this need stitching?" Kisaki's asks looking nervous and confused. Hanma sighs deeply and then walks in front of me to examine my wound alongside Kisaki. "It seems your correct. This will need stitches. You, hurry up and get the doctor." Hanma says while motioning his hands in a way that gets all the goons around to obey his every direction. As tears silently run down my cheeks, I begin to analyze the blood upon my hands. It's so dark and red and warm as well. If there's one thing I've seen enough of in this life it's definitely blood. Quick footsteps break my train of thought and as I look up to see who's walking so quickly towards us my eye instead catches on Kisaki's face. Kisaki is currently deep in thought. Is it wrong that I want to touch him right now? I think it is, I mean I'm bleeding extremely right now and it's mainly his fault. Still though, I've technically been in Kisaki's life for a long while now and it's not like I can just forget my feelings for him every time I time skip. Kisaki's horrible but even so I can't help but be drawn towards him. "What is it?" My thoughts are interrupted by Kisaki's curious words, he's wondering why I'm staring at him right now without saying a word. I look away towards the doctor who is standing in front of me and slipping his hands into some white latex gloves. "Ah, alright... let's take a look at this bloody little accident of yours." The doctor says while pulling my bangs apart to analyze the "accident" as he puts it. Accident, as if it were an accident that actually caused this. "So I'm going to need her in my offices right away. This is going to need stitching and cleaning. Her hair bed was pulled in such a way that it just tore however she's lucky because it's not deep enough that her skull is exposed. So don't worry little lady, I'll have this fixed up nicely." The doctor says excitedly gesturing for me to follow after him. Honestly I really just want to sleep right now. My head hurts, the blood is sticking to my face, my tears are drying and making my cheeks itchy and I'm tired. I sluggishly follow after the doctor while Kisaki and Hanma follow behind me until we reach the doctors office. We get in and the doctor pats the patient bench for me to get up on it and sit, so I do but I've noticed my movements are getting slow and I'm finding it a bit difficult to focus right now. "I don't want to do this." I mumble out in a low tone as I keep my eyes fixed on my blood stained hands. "It's either you do this and you heal up all nice or you don't and you catch an infection and well, head infections are often fatal." The doctor says with a tilted head, a smirk and raised eyebrows. Im really not a big fan of needles or the thought of surgery or anything within that context so I'm not excited for stitches either. As I'm thinking this the doctor pokes a thin needle into my forehead, injecting a clear liquid inside of me. "What is that?!" I say in a bit of a panic. Im very uneasy right now, especially since Hanma and Kisaki haven't said a single word for the past 10 minutes now. "It was just a little numbing so that you don't feel me stitching." The doctor says with focused eyes and a gentle smile. Even if this doctor is a phony I can tell he enjoys being a doctor. Just as the doctor had stated I begin to feel the pain of my head wound fading and even though I can see the doctor touching my head I can't really feel much. I guess I should put more faith in this doctor since he's always taken good care of me. My eyes meet with Kisaki's who is steady watching me as I'm being stitched up by the doctor, this quick interaction with Kisakis cause my body to feel a flurry of emotions. I bite my lip and bring my gaze back to my bloodied hands. I wonder what Kisaki's thinking right now? "Do you feel any pain?" The doctor asks as he analyzes my face. "N-no, nothing at all. Sorry I was just... I- im just nervous." I say stuttering while trying to excuse my odd behaviors. With one last snip of scissors the doctor finishes my stitching. "Your all set. You should wash up and rest. That's a fair bit of blood that you lost." The doctor says while gesturing at the blood all over my clothing and hands. I get down off the patient bench and walk to stand beside Kisaki and Hanma who are staring down at me without a word. Honestly their silence is making me really uncomfortable. "Why are you both not speaking?" I say while keeping my eyes fixed on the ground beneath us. "You need to rest. Let's go." Kisaki says while reaching for my arm. "No. I want to go home. I don't feel good and I wanna be in the comfort of my own home." I say while pulling my hand away from Kisaki's grasp. Kisaki sighs and then begins to walk away down the hallway. I stand there on bewilderment, he hasn't given up has he? Maybe it's because I'm injured? Although that hasn't stopped Kisaki before. My silly assumptions about Kisaki giving up are obviously wrong, without a word or a signal or anything I'm hoisted up onto Hanma's shoulder and carried down the hallway. I slap at his back and trash about in an attempt to release myself from his hold however Hanma is very strong and much bigger than myself. "Put me down! This isn't right! Hey! Let me go!" My demands fall on deaf ears and I begin to feel nauseous and lightheaded. I need to get out of his grasps. "Please.. please put my down. I feel like I'm going to be sick." I plead doing my best to fight the nausea that I'm feeling. If I vomit on Hanma I'll probably be beaten, or worse yet killed!