Warning: cursing
(Y/n)'s POV:
The next morning and I was still sitting up on the hospital bed. Rubbing my temple as I can feel a migraine forming along with faint dark circles under my eyes. It wasn't from staying up all night, which I did, but from the shear. amount. of fucking information that Oslac just dumped on me. Aaaah......my brain. That damn old man is definitely a night sentinel alright. Even applying that same strategy into learning languages. My brain have never worked this hard before ever since that day.
It was a hellish night as Oslac would drilled many words and sentences into my brain. He really made sure I remember them. The only thing that made the whole process more bearable was that he promised to teach me swear words, to which I accepted in a heartbeat.
Currently Oslac is out, he left a couple of hours ago and I don't exactly know where or what he's doing. Because the only clue he gave was and I quote:
"I'll be back."
- Handa OslacWho's he trying to be? The terminator?
The noise of the door opening made me stop massaging and brought my attention towards whoever is standing there. Oh, well speaking of the devil, he's back.
He walks towards my bed with a bag in hand. He looks at me with a raised eyebrow, "You look dead, (y/n)." I deadpanned, "There's not a single day where I don't look dead." I responded sarcastically, resuming to massage my temple. "Well, I hope this change of pace will help you feel less dead inside. Anyways, I bought some things for you, here." I grabbed the bag out of his hand and look through its content. In there was a grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt.
"I don't really know what you prefer to wear, so I just bought clothes that are similar to the ones you wore when you got here." I rummage through it and found, "Contact lens?"
"I don't doubt that you might actually come up with a ridiculous story but I thought it'll be easier for you to blend in right away then to waste your breath on trying to explain." he said while crossing his arms. "Hmmm, you got a point. Can you help me put them on for a sec?" and so he helps put on the contact. After it was done, I look at him, "How do I look?"
"Just like any regular person." he said with a thumbs up and a grin. "Anyways, the boy, Sano Shinichiro was it? Will be coming to get you in like-" he looked at his wrist watch then his grin turned into realization, "Oh shit, in less than a minute."
"Why are you only telling me this now!" I exclaimed exasperatedly while ripping away the blanket at the same time as I'm trying to get off the bed, which almost results in me faceplanting the ground. "I guess it slipped out of my mind." He looks sideway. Oh how dare you trying to fucking look innocent.
"YOU'RE A DOCTOR!" I slipped on the last article of clothing on me.
"C'mon, I'm getting old-"
"Don't give me that bullcrap." my eyes accusingly watches him as he looks at me and gives me an innocent smile. A tick mark appear on my head.
The audacity of this man.
I stopped glaring when I noticed him walking towards me with a bandage in hand which got me confused, "What's that for? I thought you said all of my injuries had healed besides my stomach." His hands expertly and quickly wraps the bandage around my neck. "You should hide the mark. Since I'm responsible of you now and I know about this whole delinquent stuff or whatever. I don't know about you but I definitely don't want others to get the wrong idea when they see this. I'll get you some turtleneck sweater later on." He finished wrapping the bandage and took a step back to admire his handiwork. I move my neck and shoulders just to get a feel for it.
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