A/N: My apologies for a late update. I'm letting everyone know that this isn't the whole chapter. I'm going to post it into 3 parts, since I have to answer questions about Shizuru that I previously stated in chapter 3. I have a question for everyone, should I start naming my chapters? Just a thought. Plus, this fic's rating will be changed permanently to 'T' until...no its going to 'T.' Oh, and thanks to 808tenshi for checking it over for me and telling me that google documents has a spellcheck. lol.

Disclaimer: I don't and probably will never own Mai Hime.

Chapter 4 Part 1

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"Excuse me Miss, but--"

"Obaa-chan! Obaa-chan!"

"Miss, please wait!!"

"No! Obaa-chan is...Obaa-chan is..."

I was rushing through the hospital,

Pushing past workers and patients alike,

Looking left and right for her.

Obaa-chan, where are you?

"Someone stop her! She's injuring the patients!"

They were chasing me, but I didn't care.

I had to find my Obaa-chan.

She's the only one that matters right now.

And this is my last chance.

A brusque man in white managed to pull me into a tight bear-hug, while another tried to calm me down.

"Miss, please...We're only trying to help--"

"No! No! She needs me!"

Kicking and flailing,

I managed to writhe out of the burly man's grasp and dashed once again to search for my ailing grandmother.

Is it this room? No. Is it that room? No.

No. No. No!

She should be here! Why can't I find her?!

I can hear the pants of the men behind me.

Hurry! Hurry! Avoiding the elevator, I burst through the door that led to the staircase.

Halfway up the stairs, I was faced with another brawny looking man...holding a syringe in one hand.

I really hope that's not for me.

I turned around, trying to find another way, and realized I was trapped.

The other two had finally caught up and I became surrounded.

Before I knew it, I was thrown forcefully onto the ground, the back of my head slamming painfully against the steps.

The world was spinning and it was getting hard to focus on the men pinning me to the floor.

"Please...let me go," I told them.

"I need to tell her...before its too late."

No one listened.

Someone pulled my arm and I felt a sharp pain on the inside of my elbow.

The syringe!

What are they injecting in my arm?!

Trying to move only deepened the pain inflicted by the needle, so I did the next best thing.

I gave in.

Tears escaped my eyes and my insistent cries softened when my body started to relax.

"Obaa-chan..."

Drifting in and out of consciousness, I managed to catch the words of my pursuers.

"This lady's gorgeous. Wish I could have a go on her."

"Heh. Hey man, what she doesn't know won't hurt her. Right?"

Faintly, I heard the sound of a low chuckle.

Then the world became dark.

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A/N 2: This is a bit cruel for my taste. I've heard that abuse happens quite frequently in hospitals. I'll try to finish part 2 and 3 by this week. Thx for reading and please review!

P.S. don't hurt me.