WHAT IS THIS? CANNOT EVEN-.

So. I watched the English version of 'Arrietty' and really liked it. I just had the idea of a fluffy moment before Sean's surgery... so... HERE YA GO.

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"Sean?"

I opened the door to the hospital room of my patient, Sean. He smiled at me slightly from his bed, not moving. "Good morning, Doctor Honda." He said in his soft voice.

I smiled. Ever since I came to this hospital, I'd taken care of Sean. Though my job required out relationship to be professional during work, all other times he was like a kind of brother. "Sean, come on. It's time for surgery."

He sighed and nodded. "I know."

I frowned slightly. His mother and father honestly never spent time with him. At one point I'd opened my front door to see him standing in the rain; he'd found my address in a directory and walked to my house because neither of his parents were home and would not be for at least eight more hours. I ruffled his hair slightly and hooked the IV to a gurney, helping him lie down on it.

"Who is the donor?" He asked as he did so.

"A man." I said. "He said that he was going to die soon, and when he did, he wanted to make sure that someone could live because of it. It's a perfect match for yours."

He nodded and stared at the ceiling. "How was your aunt's?" I asked as I wheeled him into the hall. His operating room was on the other side of the hospital.

"It was alright." He said.

"Did you meet anyone?"

He hesitated before nodding. "A girl."

I grinned as my eyebrows shot up at the slightly glazed look to his eyes. "What's her name?" I asked, and he sighed.

"… Arrietty. Her name is Arrietty."

I nodded. "And, uh… what is Arrietty like?"

"She's… she's very adventurous and independent. She lives with her parents. She wears a red dress and used to keep her hair pinned up… She's very beautiful." He blushed slightly. "I… I really like her."

I pushed us into an elevator and pushed the right button, then frowned. "Sean, you'll have to take this off-." I started to reach for a small clip that was attached to a piece of string, like a necklace.

"No!" He grabbed it and tried to sit up, wincing. "No. It's…" He opened his hand and stared at the tiny piece of plastic. "… It's from Arrietty."

"That?"

He nodded and closed his hand around it again. "She's made my heart stronger." He said. "I thought I was going to die, but now I know my heart's not going to fail, because she's in it… and she always will be… even if I'll never see her again."

"What makes you say that you'll never see her again?"

"I just… won't. It's complicated. But there's no way that I will, and there's nothing that can change it. I just need to accept it."

"Sean, listen to me." The gurney turned to face the operating room, down the long hallway. "Someone like the girl you've talked about – the one you like so much – a person like that is worth fighting for. Maybe not with violence like the movies, but fighting to see her again. If you really like her, then you will. And if the girl has any brains, trust me, she likes you too. You'll see her again, somehow."

We stopped outside of the operating room, and he smiled. "Thank you, Doctor Honda." He said in a quiet voice.

I took his hand and squeezed with a smile. "Are you ready?"

"Of course." We both nodded, and I pushed open the doors to the operating room.