𝓝𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓻 [r.sukuna]

42. Dialogue between a monster and a victim

"Let's see...you have fractured both your legs, your left ankle is in a pitiful state, you have a punctured lung and several fractured ribs, you also hit your head pretty hard, so you might have a concussion and there was a gaping hole through your stomach." Shoko finished listing Shinzo's clinical problems.

Her head was spinning after all of that information, oh god for how much time was she supposed to stay in bed.

"And what's the blindfold for?" Shinzo whined picking at the white bandages on her eyes.

She didn't mind a bit of relax, however her medical knowledge allowed her to know that she was pretty much doomed to at least six month of healing and rehabilitation.

"Covering your eyes will make you regenerate your cursed energy faster, you'll be kinda blind for a bit, but that's for your own good."Shoko explained lightly slapping Shinzo's hands away from the bandages.

The necromancer sighed.

"No missions, no fighting, no cursed energy, no ghosts for at least four months." Shoko announced.

"Ehhh? That's a fast recovery don't you think?" the necromancer quirked an eyebrow.

Shoko tapped her pen on Shinzo's file and then rested it on the counter.

"That's reversed cursed energy for you. Don't move or the stitches will rip and we don't want you to spill your insides, don't we?" Shoko waved and closed the door behind her.

The temptation to remove those bandages was strong, however she let out an exasperated sigh again and plopped down on her bed. 

She slept pretty well until the clock of the door jolted her awake. Someone entered the room, but still didn't speak up.

"Who's there? Gojo I swear if it's you again." she asked since the person didn't speak up yet.

No answer, nor steps could be heard, the things were two, or the person didn't move or it was stealthy as hell. And for someone who had only her hearing to rely on, it was odd that she couldn't pick up on it.

She couldn't get up from her bed since her legs were in casts. Thus she called out again, this time with a more serious tone.

"Who's there?"

Sukuna entered the room as silently as he could, he studied the woman without saying a word, without making his presence known. He had a pensive look on his face and brought his hand to his chin.

After the first nightmare, they had kept coming, there was no getting rid of this parasite unless...

Other then that, he was going crazy, the only fun part was that he got to kill the bastard multiple times and he always enjoyed it, the nightmares or illusions on the other hand were annoying to say the least.

He was mulling on wether he should kill her or not, she was a nuisance, the other bastard could take over her and bring hell back with him. If she died, the bastard was done for, this time forever. There was nothing more Sukuna desired more then revenge.

"Ryōmen is that you?" Shinzo called again moving her head from left to right, even if she was blind at the moment.

The king widened his eyes and clearly looked at the necromancer, her voice a bit raspy after the nap she just took. He sighed and lowered his hand, dispelling cleave who was about to be cast on her. It would be a waste to kill her after he just brought her back.

"What? Would you like it if it were me?" he hummed behind her, his breath tickled her neck, she could hear his grin and feel it on her skin, making a chill run down her spine.