This is a manufacturing type story, which I like. \n Alright, hereâs a new series, starting up!
A small scream, but one that was as though it tore apart darkness, rung out through the store where the calm afternoon sun shone inside. From the sudden happening, the gaze of the employees and people who were enjoying tea all gathered to me, the source.
Without looking back after hearing the surprised masterâs voice, I ran in a straight line.
From the phone, I heard motherâs pained sobbing. There were also flurried voices from beyond the line. Just from that, without mother telling me anything, I could clearly get what she wanted to say.
My black, no, slightly brown hair extended to my waist. Because I ran, it got ruffled. Whatâs more, I was still in my uniform. An elegant black uniform with a frilly ap.r.o.n.
Because I ran with shoes that had some heels, my leg hurt a bit.
The driver quietly closed his eyes and did not say anything to me who was sitting on the back seat. Itâs probably because the destination I shouted was the university hospital. Moreover, anyone could tell that I was in a hurry. Maybe out of being considerate, he hurried to the destination, overtaking cars in front of us.
When we arrived at the university hospital, he parked at the place closest to the entrance and consoled me.
âThe payment wonât matter for now, so go quickly!â
âOji-san[1]âŠ! Thank you, Iâll come back quickly.â
I hurried to the hospital, running towards the reception desk.
âM-My little sister⊠whereâs Kusunoki Hana!?â
Taken aback by my force, the reception ladyâs face faltered for a moment, but I had no leisure to think about that. After saying, âIâll check immediately,â she was about to stand up, but then I heard a voice from behind me. When I turned around, there was Takagi-san, the nurse in charge of my little sister.
âSheâs in the emergency operating room, Iâll lead you there, follow me!â
ââŠâŠYes!â
I wonder if Iâve ever prayed this fervently to G.o.d.
I think Iâve been the type to overcome troubles through effort.
However.
Please let me pray today.
And please, please, let my wish be granted.
I donât mind if I have to give up my everything.
âSo please, G.o.d⊠Please help my little sister HanaâŠâŠâ
My frail voice echoed through the dimly lit hospital corridor. It felt like a funeral, and I felt scared that maybe the G.o.d of death might come.
I sat down on a chair next to a door with âoperation in progressâ lit up in red above it.
Next to me, mother and father were sitting next to me. The two of them were limp and head their heads down all the time. All I could do was to glance at the nurses that sometimes pa.s.sed by and pray that the operation will be successful.
I regretted my helplessness that I was not a doctor or anything. No, I know that regretting wonât change anything, butâŠâŠ
Currently, my little sister is receiving an emergency surgery.
I am currently at a large university hospital.
The hospital my little sister entered four years ago.
At first, my parents and I all thought that it was just a normal cold. We waited for her condition to improve after getting her medicine. However, Hanaâs health did not improve at all. Sensing something strange, my parents took Hana to a hospital.
However, the doctorâs diagnosis result was a cruel one. The name of Hanaâs disease was âunknownâ.
Even after examining her head and testing her blood, it was impossible to discern. Thus, the doctors could not do anything. They said that it might be a new kind of virus. However, there was clear proof.
17 years old back then, I despaired at the ruthlessness of fate. My thirteen-year-old sister was suddenly hospitalised.
On days when we didnât have school, we went shopping and cooked together. Before tests, I taught her.
Seeing us like that, my parents smiled, âYouâre like twins even though thereâs an age gap.â However, that daily life full of smiles collapsed in an instant, like a sand castle. The sound of waves at the beach, the laughter of children playing at the nearby parkâŠâŠ sounded as if they were jeering at us.
ââŠâŠThey said that condition changed suddenly. There may be problems in the respiratory organs, or so the doctor said. The time the operation will end at isâŠâŠ unknown.â
ââŠâŠSurely, surely Hana will be alrightâŠ?â
Father who had been keeping silent told me about Hanaâs situation.
Then, mother held my waist in consolation. Being the spoiled kid, I hugged mother tightly. I kept my voice down and cried, trying to make myself feel better, even if a bit.
Yes. Iâm alright. What will an older sister do if she canât believe that her little sister is safe.
âAh, rightâŠâ
âWhatâs wrong?â
âI forgot to pay the taxi⊠the driver told me that I could pay later and sent me ahead.â
A 5,000 yen note was held out. Since I rushed out from my part-time job, I just noticed that I didnât have anything on me. Seeing me like that, fatherâs expression started to loosen a little.
I hastily stood up and told them Iâll be right back before leaving.
When I returned to the entrance of the hospital, the taxi driver was waiting while drinking a can of coffee. When he saw me, he waved his hand with a smile.
âHey, youâre making a terrible face.â
âEh⊠Ah, thank youâŠâŠâ
He gave me a warm can of milk tea.
He didnât ask me anything. If he had asked, âIs it alright?â I definitely would have cried without being able to answer.
I decided to accept oji-sanâs kindness of staying quiet.
After having the milk tea, I said goodbye to him and left that place.
Up until the end, he didnât ask anything and saw me off with a smile. I think that it would be nice if I could become an adult that could console others like that.
I entered the front door again and headed to the elevator.
However, when I arrived, there were many people in wheelchairs waiting for the ride. The operating room is on the third floor.
I judged that it should be fine to walk and started climbing the stairs.
âHey, want me to grant your wishâŠ?â
It was when I was a little past the second floor and was about to get to the third floor.
A voice echoed from somewhere. No, there was no sound in the corridors and stairways. Maybe it would easier to understand if I said that a voice rang directly in my head.
âWh-WhoâŠ?â
âNn. A âG.o.dâ, I guess.â
âEhâŠ!?â
The owner of the ringing voice said that he was a G.o.d.
Just in case, I looked around, but there was no one.
âWhatâŠâŠ?â
I let out an honest question.
A G.o.d⊠I knew that it wouldnât be possible.
However.
What if itâs really a G.o.d?
What if he could make my little sister better?
âWerenât you praying before? âI donât mind if I have to give up my everything. Please help my little sister,â or so. So, here are the exchange conditions. In return for your everything, Iâll grant the wish⊠of helping your little sister. How about it?â
âAhâŠ!â
No way, no way no way!
A G.o.d really came to grant my wish. It wasnât on the level of miracle anymore. There was this indescribable feeling ofâŠâŠ bliss.
âHelp, please help my little sister! I donât care about what happens to meâŠ!â
âYup. Okay, your wish is granted!â
I didnât have time to check if he really was a âG.o.dâ. However, if there is a chance of one in a billion. I will give everything for that.
While recalling the G.o.dâs bright âokayâ I thought about Hana. Then, I felt the pain in my hands, making me realise that I had been squeezing my hand too tightly.
Because, I knew it wasnât long until Hanaâs timeâŠâŠ I properly knew that the chance of her living even after a surgery was near zero.
So please help.
I stood there in prayer.
I quietly closed my eyes and thought about Hana.
4 years younger than me, my little sister is now 17 years old. Her disease was found when she was 13, and then she was hospitalised. From then on, she couldnât go out much. For Hana who was always playing outside with her friends, the word painful would not be enough. Instead, she spent time playing video games that she could play inside. Maybe the only funny story is that she, now 17 years old, became somewhat of a gamer.
Because she played too much, father got angry and pulled out the plugs and fought greatly with Hana. That is now a fun recollection.
Hana. I want to see the laughing⊠smiling face of Hana again.
âKusunoki-sanâŠ! The operation ended safely!â
To me who was not moving in the middle of the corridor, the nurse Takagi-san ran over to me with tear.
SafelyâŠâŠ?
âR-ReallyâŠâŠ?â
âYes, reallyâŠâŠ!â
From the sudden words, my head did not respond immediately.
Though, I knew one thing. Hanaâs operation ended without misadventure.
That was enough.
That moment, tears started flowing out. I wonder if itâs from relief or from happiness. Not knowing how to stop the overflowing tears, Takagi-san was crying with me.
I have to go to Hana, I thought and took a step forth.
However, the place I ended up was a world of darkness deeper than nightâŠâŠ
From the sudden event, I lost balance and ended up falling over. In front of me, behind me, below me, above me, everywhere was pitch black.
âW-What happenedâŠ? Takagi-san?â
I called out to Takagi-san who was with me, but there was no reply.
I canât see anything and Iâm alone in this worldâŠâŠ?
âNo, scaryâŠâŠ dad, mumâŠ!â
My whole body felt fear that I hugged myself.
What kind of joke is this.
Maybe I became unconscious after learning that Hana was safe and sound. Then I can conclude that this the world of dreams.
However, at that moment, the âsoundâ that reached my ear confirmed that this was reality.
âWelcome, Hinami.â
Hearing the voice coming from behind me, I slowly turned around.
Iâve heard this voice. Right, this isâŠâŠ the voice of G.o.d.
When I finished turning around, there was a man standing there.
I wonder if I can see if him in the dark because heâs shining. Or perhaps my sight has gone weird.
His sweet chestnut-shaded hair barely reached his shoulder, while his clothes gave off a western image. On top the deep orange clothing that fit his body perfectly, he had a short-sleeved coat on top. If I were to borrow Hanaâs words, he would be a person from a game. There were many times I wondered if the design mattered a lot regarding defence for game charactersâ uniforms.
He was indescribable with the words I had. No, if I were to describe him using a trendy word, heâs an ikemen[2]. Those eyes that shined like gems were looking straight at me.
âYouâre⊠a G.o.d?â
âFor coming here, I sincerely welcome you.â
To my question, the âG.o.dâ grinned and nodded.