Quick Transmigration: Forgetting Zoren

Zoren

"Ow..." Hiraiah held her head with both heads, as a throbbing pain suddenly enveloped her head. It's like migraine, but in intense pulses. She felt like she needed to just cut her head off due to the pain.

"What did that system do to my head..." she muttered, while finally looking at her surroundings.

Hmmm? Is this the Sierra Medical? Wow. I feel like a VIP patient, she thought.

The whole room is ocean themed, and it doesn't look like a hospital room at all. The light pastel blue-green walls complimented the dark blue-green furniture and accents all around, while the machines are the only normal hospital-looking things; all white, of course. Her bed---as well as the other bed closely placed next to her---is a combination of white and marigold, and that splash of yellow emphasized the calming ocean-themed room.

Since everything is dominantly blue, it reminds Hiraiah of the meaning behind the color. Blue usually represents calmness, so she thinks that it does makes sense to have an ocean-themed hospital room. The whole idea of a hospital room not dominantly white might sound kind of weird, but the room is decorated well and is not overdone, while still having that teeny bit of disinfectant alcohol in the air, a trademark scent for hospitals. Overall, as a person who loves the art of color and design, Hiraiah approves.

"...Nari? Hey. You're spacing out again," a deep voice resounded through Hiraiah's ears.

Zoren broke the silence as he entered the room. He clicked his tongue in annoyance and frustration, as the person at his sight is innocently looking at him with questioning eyes. "Tsk. See what your sudden daydreaming does to you? Seriously, how'd you even managed to live without me for the past years?" he said.

Hiraiah frowned. "Excuse you, I'm a strong and independent woman. Hmph," she retorted, crossing her arms. "For your information I survive well, haven't you heard---"

"---yeah, yeah, whatever, I saw the headlines about you. Still, you're an airhead for spacing out in the middle of the road," Zoren said, and then pulled a thin yet sturdy black hair tie from his wrist. It was previously unnoticeable, but now it isn't since the long sleeve is pulled up.

Hiraiah's eyes widened. That...!

"Yo, I didn't think you're this amazing, Ren. You have my favorite hair tie from years ago!" she said excitedly.

It was a hair tie that she entrusted Zoren to bring everyday way back highschool, just in case she forgets to bring her other one that she uses, which has an identical design. However, years have already passed; the hair tie with that specific design in her possession is already lost somewhere. It's amazing to know that Zoren still has the other one.

"Of course, I'm amazing. Who else would keep you from pedestrian accidents back then?" Zoren replied wistfully. Indeed, Hiraiah is still Hiraiah. "Anyways, let me fix your hair. I didn't want to move you too much when you were asleep so I didn't tie your hair earlier. I know you hate it flailing around," he continued, reaching out for Hiraiah's hair.

The said person smiled and sat up properly while Zoren worked through her hair, carefully avoiding moving her injured body too much. "Thank you, Ren. You're the best."

Zoren hummed in reply.

To say that he is a master of tying ponytails is an understatement. With Hiraiah and her usual careless self when it comes to her own being, which looks like it hasn't changed a bit until now, Zoren have had enough practice.

"There. All done. Now wait a moment, I will bring you food," he said, settling Hiraiah with pillows on her back for a better sitting posture suitable for eating. "Do you need anything?" he asked.

Hiraiah furrowed her brows in contemplation as a sudden instinctual urge surged through her. Should I? she thought to herself. Eh, why am I even thinking about it anyways, she inwardly shrugged.

"A hug?" she finally answered.

Zoren, who wondered why she looked so deep in her thoughts in those short moments, sighed. "Come here," he said as he carefully enveloped Hiraiah into his arms. "Feeling better?"

"...yes." Hiraiah mumbled, snuggling into Zoren's hard yet oddly comfortable chest. She could hear his familiar calming heartbeat and with that, she felt at peace.

Silence filled the room as the only things heard are the hospital machines, the ticking of the clock, and Hiraiah's shallow breaths, as she is not well.

"I almost died today, Ren," she said, addressing the elephant in the room. "I thought I wouldn't be able to eat all the kinds of food in the world," she lamented.

Truly, it was a close call, or else she lost all the opportunity to taste all kinds of cuisine out there. Besides, she haven't even completely lived her life yet. Aside from all the money that will be wasted, she fears not being able to properly relive all the years she lost, prior to her independency.

"Idiot." Zoren replied, ignoring Hiraiah's trembling body and shaking arms that are gripping around his waist. He then held her more closely. "Don't worry, I'm here. Do you want me to get you anything else?" he asked, trying to distract the other.

"Oh! Yes, actually," I almost forgot! Hiraiah thought.

"What is it?"

"Can you get my phone? I'm sure you took my mini shoulder bag with you. Please?"

"Nari. That's not a good idea since you're delicate right now---"

"---please? I will just check something out, then I'll give it back to you," Hiraiah pleaded to the other with an expectant gaze.

Zoren felt helpless. When did he ever said "no" to those eyes?

He sighed. "Fine. But I'll be taking it away, and then you'll be eating. Got it?"

Hiraiah nodded enthusiastically. There better be an addition of billion bucks in my account or else, she thought.

Zoren reached out to the pocket inside his jacket and pulled out a sleek, black, and caseless smartphone. "I knew you would eventually ask for it, so I brought it with me. Don't worry, I didn't go through your things. I just grabbed this phone and closed your bag as it is," he explained while giving out her phone, since he knows that she hates it when other people touch her stuff.

However, Hiraiah doesn't really mind when it's Zoren, but she just shrugged at his words. "Okay, thank you very much," she said.

Seeing that it is already connected to the internet of the hospital, she quickly went to the online bank app she uses, and checked her balance.

$ 21, 777, 345, 211. 00, the screen indicates.

Aha! she grinned. I'm a billion richer now. More to come! I'm going to loot that system dry, she thought to herself, still bitter of being pulled in a transmigration setup without her permission. Oh well, I should just take what I can.

Satisfied, Hiraiah closed her phone and handed it over quickly to Zoren as she promised.

The other raised his eyebrows. "That fast?"

Hiraiah nodded. "Yes, I told you I just checked something," she assured him, because he is looking at her like she was some hidden spy as he is putting away the her phone back into the inside pocket of his jacket.

"Well, if you say so. Close your eyes for a bit and rest, I'll be back with food. No unnecessary movements. Okay?" Zoren sternly said. "I mean it, Nari."

Hiraiah nodded absentmindedly, as she knows that once she closes her eyes, she will be back again with that stingy system---and probably spend a century of exhausting years, and then wake up to see that only a few minutes passed by in her real world. Honestly, she isn't that sure of everything, but it was a classic move in system plots.

The door closed behind Zoren, while Hiraiah now relaxed into the pillows supporting her behind. She grumbled in annoyance with the thought of what's to come as she finally closed her eyes.

Welcome back, Host.