RP Chapter 5

Chapter 5 – The Doctor’s Observation

Volume 3, Prologue, Part 5

Novel Title: 共鳴熱情 オメガバース (Resonance Passion: Omegaverse)

Author：岩本薫 (Iwamoto Kaoru)

Illustrator：蓮川愛 (Hasukawa Ai)

Translator: K (@kin0monogatari)

Protagonists: MC- 遠峰一紗 (Toomine Kazusa), Lemur & ML- ゼロ (Zero)

*Please read at knoxt.space, the original site of translation. TQ*

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A thought occurred to Kazusa—what kind of relationship did these two have?

Were they brothers? Friends? There seemed to be a significant age difference between them. While it was hard to gauge the man’s age, his presence and mature appearance made it unlikely he was a teenager.

Given that the man was covering the costs of what must be expensive medical care, their relationship probably wasn’t shallow.

Could they possibly be… lovers?

Kazusa’s mind ran wild with speculation, and he hastily shook his head to dispel the thought.

(Stop that. It’s taboo to pry into a patient’s private matters.)

Kazusa pushed aside his curiosity and looked up, sensing the man’s gaze on him. Their eyes met.

“Doctor, thank you very much.”

The man’s voice was sincere as he thanked him, staring at Kazusa with his jewel-like eyes. Once again, a tingling sensation crept up the back of Kazusa’s neck, and his heart began to race.

“N-No, it was thanks to the prompt first aid you provided.”

Though the man’s words were nothing extraordinary, and Kazusa was used to receiving thanks from patients and their families, he couldn’t understand why his heart was beating so fast.

(He’s certainly more polite than my first impression led me to believe.)

Kazusa forcibly pulled his drifting thoughts back to the matter at hand.

More importantly, there was something he needed to confirm with the man.

“Um…”

Kazusa hesitated for a few seconds after starting. But then, he gathered his resolve.

“There’s something I’d like to ask.”

The man raised an eyebrow in mild suspicion. Kazusa glanced over at the reception area. The night staff might overhear them there.

“Could you come to the consultation room with me?”

Without waiting for a response, Kazusa turned his back on the man’s puzzled expression. He feared rejection or that the man might raise his voice in anger.

Though unsure if the man would follow, Kazusa was surprised when he obediently did so. Retracing his steps down the hallway, Kazusa opened the door to the consultation room and stepped inside. He then turned to usher the man in.

“Please, come in.”

Even though the nurse and Serval were in the adjacent treatment room, Kazusa felt a sense of discomfort being alone in a confined space with such an imposing man. Still, he kept his outer composure as best as he could.

“Please, have a seat.”

He gestured to a round stool for the man while taking his own seat in an office chair.

“So,” the man said, sitting on the stool and getting straight to the point, “what is it you wanted to ask?”

Kazusa had a hunch that the man and Serval had likely coordinated their story before coming to the hospital. He needed to break through that.

After taking a deep breath, Kazusa spoke quickly.

“Was the injury truly accidental?”

The man’s sharply defined eyebrows twitched in response. Kazusa could feel an unsettling tension rising from him. Beads of sweat began to form under his arms, but there was no turning back now.

“The patient is left-handed, correct? I had him unwrap his bandages himself to confirm this. His movements with his uninjured right hand were clumsy, lacking the fluidity of a dominant hand.”

The man remained silent with his eyebrows gradually knitting into a furrow. The menacing aura radiating from him made Kazusa’s scalp damp with sweat. But he gathered the last of his courage to press on.

“You said that after a meal, the patient tried to peel a peach with a paring knife but accidentally slipped. However, left-handed people don’t typically go out of their way to use their right hand when handling a knife. And it would be impossible for someone to cut their left forearm using a knife in their left hand. The wound was on the outer side of his forearm. That kind of wound is typically a defensive injury, likely caused when someone raises their arm to protect their face. In other words, the wound was inflicted by a third party.”

“………”

“If you don’t provide the accurate circumstances of the injury, I won’t be able to complete the electronic medical record. Since I stitched the wound today, follow-up appointments for removing the stitches will be necessary. But without a proper record, this could interfere with the patient’s treatment going forward.”

“………”

The tense silence stretched on for nearly a minute. Kazusa began to feel lightheaded. Just as he was about to lose hope, the man let out a long, deep sigh and, as if resigning himself, slowly began to speak.

“You’re right, doctor. His injury was caused by a fight.”

Kazusa almost felt his body go limp from relief but held himself together, managing only a brief reply, “I see.”

“However, it wasn’t anything serious—just an internal dispute among friends that got out of hand. The person who went too far deeply regrets it. And Serval, the one who was injured, admits he was partly at fault. They’ve already reached a settlement through discussion.”

The man’s explanation flowed smoothly and logically. From what Kazusa had seen, Serval did appear mentally composed. So it didn’t seem like a lie that they had resolved the matter amicably. Still, judging whether the settlement was fair wasn’t Kazusa’s role.

“I understand. Given the circumstances, I will ensure that the patient continues to receive proper care. You don’t need to worry about that. However, the fact remains that the patient sustained a serious injury requiring a month to heal, and it was caused by a bladed weapon. I am required to report this to the police.”

“That would be a problem.”

The man cut Kazusa off, his tone sharp.

“Why?”

The man hesitated for a moment but soon revealed his reason.

“Both of them are Stray Omegas.”

(So, they are Stray Omegas.)

Kazusa’s initial guess had been correct.

“I don’t know if you’re aware. But incidents involving Stray Omegas rarely get fair treatment from the police.”

The man’s stern face conveyed his frustration. Kazusa responded as calmly as possible, “I understand.”

“But,” he continued, “I will make a note in the report that a settlement has been reached. Even if the patient later decides to file a report, doing so won’t have any legal consequences.”

“Even so, the chance that an investigation might begin isn’t zero. It depends entirely on the discretion of the officer handling it, doesn’t it?”

The man’s low voice sent a shiver down Kazusa’s spine. He muttered quietly, “That… well, I can’t deny that.”

Stray omegas, who didn’t possess a national ID number and were classified as ‘non-citizens’. They didn’t officially exist in society. Though they physically existed, they were treated as invisible, making them a problematic issue for the police. Whether they were ignored as untouchable or subjected to discriminatory, overzealous investigations depended largely on luck.

“Please,” the man pleaded earnestly. “Don’t report this.”

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Next update: 2025.03.21

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