She couldn’t speak any Japanese, so it was a relief when they brought in an interpreter to help her interact with the doctors and her one loyal visitor, as well as fill out all the necessary forms.
“Who have you come to Japan with?” the doctor asked in Japanese, translated a moment later by the interpreter.
“What is your purpose here?”
“I was kidnapped.”
Silence broke in the air like a gunshot, reverberating around the air into the people around her. She could feel it herself, but she felt like an outsider watching the shock spread on their faces as if they’d just witnessed a murder.
She tried for a moment to explain, desperate to make them stop, hating them for continuing to stare and needing to know why. None of it made a difference.
Eventually, the silence settled upon them like the end of a ripple in the water, and the doctor spoke again. She’d been too shocked to listen, but then the interpreter repeated it a moment later.
“Do you have any friends and family you’d like to call?”
She didn’t know why, but she hadn’t expected this path, she hadn’t expected to be rescued even as she rode to the hospital in the man’s car. She expected to have to make her own way back.
Without hesitation, she cried, “Yes!”
The doctor jumped slightly. Then he told her that a phone would be brought in. He left, and several minutes later it arrived on a rolling table.
The interpreter busied himself by the window as she brought the phone closer.
She studied him for a moment, distracted. He had smooth, rosy cheeks and shiny black hair, parted to the side. His eyes were dark, almost black, and the edges of skin that framed them were the smoothest part of him, curved inward to those eyes.
He looked just like the man. She pushed the phone to the side.
“Later,” she said.
Prompt from Trifecta, and the third continuation from my image prompt.