Cupid Is Stupid (FULL STORY)

CHAPTER TWO

                     CUPID'S ARROW

"Well the doctor said that she's been stressed out lately and she had been forgetting to take things a bit easy and rest once in a while. The doctor also said she was on some kind of medication that might've caused hallucinations but that she'll be fine by the end of the week."

My head felt like an anchor swallowing elephant had decided to take a nap on it.
Right now, I don't know where I am, but by the stiffness of my back and the intrusion of white light and antiseptic on my senses I can take a wild guess.

I hated hospitals. And I don't mean hate hospitals because of some capitalist theory or whatever, I hated the very thought of the word for many reasons. But mainly because they expect you to trust them and eventually end up breaking that trust.

I needed to get out of here ASAP. Before I start to hyperventilate. My eyes flutter open with great difficulty and once my vision becomes lucid I find myself staring into a pair of shiny grey eyes.

This most be some ridiculous joke, or most likely a horrific nightmare.
I'm just going to close my eyes again and I'm very sure that once I do so everything will be back to normal.

Calm down Adrianna, no need to panic, you can do this. This is all in your delusional mind.

Here we go, one, two, three. Close your eyes. One, two, three. Open them again.

                     Oh boy!

"What are you doing here? I'm pretty sure my mind isn't deluded enough to materialise you in my hospital room as well. I've tried every known tactic to man and yet here you are. I mean I did coke once and I promised I wouldn't do it again....am I being judged for that now? How are you still naked..."

"How can you see me?" Mr Naked cut me off in the middle of my rant.
"Huh?"
"You can see me. How is that possible?" His beautiful eyes shimmer with frustration and I swallow.
"Um...I don't know. I think it's because of my addiction to coffee. I mean I don't dream up naked imaginary friends everyday, not even when I'm desperate."

How I'm having a conversation with a figment of my imagination is bugging me. Should I ignore him and then wait for him to eventually disappear, or do I keep talking to him and then wait for him to eventually disappear?

"Wait, you think I'm a figment of your imagination?"
He looks...insulted?
"Well yeah, considering how no one else can see you. I mean my imagination isn't what it used to be but it's creation of you is flawless...I mean wow!"
"Trust me when I say you didn't imagine me. I'm very very real."

"A human hand does not go through what is very very real." I counter. I finally accepted that maybe all my screws aren't probably in place and this guy is trying to tell me that it's natural for hands to go through people?

Naked man sighs and begins to prance around. Oh dear.
My imagination couldn't be bothered with putting some clothes on him.

Nice going, you've officially lost it.

"This shouldn't be happening. She shouldn't be able to see me." He mumbles on and on.
I try to sit up a bit and my head feels like a freaking ton. I grimace in pain.

"How selfish of me. I didn't even ask how you were." Naked man rushes to my side and the heat I feel on my cheeks inform that he was too close for comfort.
"I'm fine." I clear my throat as a signal for him to back off.

"Are you sure? The arrow was only meant to calm your state of hysteria, it has the desired effects on Olympians and I  must apologize for forgetting that you were a mere mortal."
"Why do you keep calling me a mortal? Is that some kind of foreplay? I'm sorry, you're a wonderful piece of day dream and you're a step up from Thor, but I'm keeping it in my pants or in this case tacky hospital gown."

"Foreplay? I'm sorry but you're gravely mistaken. I already told you that I wasn't a figment of your imagination. I'm very real although I had to give you the impression that I was not because I was confused about the fact that you can see me."
" I'm so confused right now. Are you telling me that you're an actual person? That my hand went through you because you wanted it to."

He nods his head and mine feels a whole lot heavier.
"So what are you? You obviously can't be a human. Are you some sort of alien?"
"No. I am an Olympian. I am Ἔρως."

"Um...sorry. Is that English?"
"Oh sorry." He chuckles lightly and I blush some more.
"I forget myself. I am Eros, god of love and desire. Son of Ares, son of Zeus."

I look at Mr Naked for what feels like eternity and do the only thing I know how to in bizarre situations, I laugh.
This guy couldn't be serious.

"Are...you... trying to tell me...that..
you're Cupid? Like the diaper wearing, arrow shooting, flying baby Cupid?" I huff between laughter. This was so crazy.

I had officially lost my mind. What was my imagination going to pull off next?

Just then Naked man gives me an amused look and moves a little distance away from my bed.
"Perhaps this will change your mind."

I try to focus my gaze on his face and no where else, before I can remind him to put some clothes on again he magically sprouts beautiful wonderful...wings?

Oh my God! This could not be happening.

"Just because you grew a pair of wings does not mean that you are not a creation of my mind. I know I'm in this hospital for a reason. If you were real, people would see you and I wouldn't have to be here."

"Adri?"Cara's blonde head peeks into the room.
My focus immediately shifts to Cara.
"Yeah?"
"Oh thank God you're awake. You've been asleep for two days now." She takes in a breath of deep relief and hurries into the room, closing the door behind her.
I glance at Mr Naked for a second but turn back to Cara quickly.

"That long?"
"Yeah. You had us all worried. Marcus gave us this week off because of the incident. The movie is practically done and he decided we needed a break."
"What did the doctor say?" I enquire.
"Well, the doctor said it must be stress since he found no traces of drugs in your system. He said people react to stress differently and shutting down was your way of dealing with all the stress." She shrugs. I glance at Mr Naked again.

What if he's telling the truth? What if he is real.

"You freaked everyone out you know. All that talk about a naked man with arrows. Oh my God." She chuckles in disbelief and shakes her head.
"Do you think that I'm crazy?" I grab a hold of her hand.

"The doctor said you weren't, so no, I don't think you are. What I do think you need though is lots of rest. You kept muttering about being shot by Cupid's arrow while you were out." She pats my hand and pulls free from my grip.

"I have to go, visiting hours aren't long and I have things to do. I promise that I'll be here in the evening alright." She smiles warmly at me and leaves the room.

I sigh and turn to look at...Eros.
"So, you're the real god of love huh? I'm gonna need you to prove it. Probably with the help of your arrows."

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Hey hey. Chapter two people and so it begins.
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