So Strange

Elicitation: Reaction

Niragi's POV

  Fuck! I've been in this damn hospital for almost three weeks, and I'm sick of it. I just asked a nurse if I'll be discharged anytime soon. She said she has to ask my doctor. These fucking doctors clearly don't know anything. Because I've been asking about my condition and when I can go home, and I never get straight answers. My friends haven't visited me for a while. They probably got over the whole "poor sick Niragi" shtick. It makes sense, though; I've been doing pretty well. Physically, I mean. I'm constantly irritated, and I've been so bored that I've resorted to playing Sudoku games on my phone to pass the time.

  On another note, I've learned some about my roommate. Her name is Ann, and apparently, when the comet hit, her heart stopped too. She doesn't talk much, and she's hardly in the room when I am. She probably doesn't like me, but that's not my problem. If Ann wants to be a stuck-up bitch then so be it. She'll be leaving the hospital soon anyway. I heard her speaking with her doctor in the night. Lucky bastard. I feel totally useless in here. It's never bothered me much before, but it's different in the hospital. It's like I can feel myself wasting away. If I don't leave within the next few days, I might consider asking Ann to smother me with a pillow.

  That brings me to another thought. I wonder how Chishiya is. I haven't texted the blond in, I think, three days. It's hard to gauge how much time has passed in the hospital. The days blend together. I could text him right now if I want to. I'm not doing anything other than lazing around on my bed. But what should I say? I guess it doesn't really matter. Whatever I say will end up agitating Chishiya in some way.

You:
whatcha doin baby <3
3:43 pm

  After the text is sent, I don't bother to wait for Chishiya. I think he's at work right now, so it may be hours before I receive a response. It would be funny if he did read my text in the middle of work and got flustered. Though I think Chishiya is too stone cold for that. I remember a few days ago when I had asked Chishiya to come visit me in the hospital so he could blow me. Y'know, as a half-joke. But he fuckin responded with "I can only think of two other things that revolt me more." I was fucking speechless! Was that supposed to be an insult? A direct attack on my pride? Because I'll say, I very much so pride myself on my abilities in bed. I don't think a client has ever left unsatisfied. Not literal clients. Well..except for one time... I won't go into that. Still, Hiko, Kenji, and Maki can all vouch that I am a wonder to penetrate and get penetrated by. Countless strangers can vouch, too. Long story short, Chishiya is missing out.

  Fuck, that kinda gets me goin'. It's clear that Chishiya is a man of few words, but he doesn't shy away from demonstrating assertion. The faded bruise beneath my rib is proof. The point is that these are qualities of a good top. I just know he likes embarrassing me, too. I bet he's a sadist.

  Ah, shit. I shouldn't be thinkin' all this. I know the blond is probably a grade-A asshole when he's not debilitated in a hospital, but I kinda find it attractive. It's like... When I used to date Hiko, we were obviously already friends, but there was this attitude that he carried that would turn anyone off at the thought of being more than his friend. I think it's fair to say that Hiko is a definite narcissist. I just..saw past it, I guess. It probably helps that we were really good friends before we started dating. Or maybe I'm just attracted to toxicity. I like the way it keeps me on edge. And I'm feelin' that edge every time I think about Chishiya.

  He'd be a great catch for me even though I know it would last at most a month. I just want an excuse to be up in his business. Chishiya's quiet and detached demeanor is such a turn on; I might even call him mysterious if i didn't despise that word. He really could be a psychopath, and I wouldn't care as long as I've got his hand around my neck. God, I'm such a slut. I hate it. It's definitely gonna kill me some day.

  Imagine the head line, "23 year old was found dead with cum in his ass!" It sucks cause that is totally how I'd go out. Which really isn't the ideal death causation. I'd look like a little bitch if I was killed during sex. My friends would go to my funeral just to laugh at my grave. To be fair, I'd laugh hard at any one of my friends if I found out they died with a dick in their mouth. It would probably be well deserved.

  My phone vibrates, and it disturbs the sheet of my bed. Now I wonder who that could be... Probably fucking spam. I've been getting so much since I set up my new phone.

Short fuck:
I'm on my break. What do you want?
4:15 pm

You:
you ;3 /j /cringe
you didnt fucking react to my text
4:16 pm

Short fuck:
My initial text was my reaction. It was clear that the message was written with humorous intents. We're you expecting me to be discomfited by the simple name?
4:18 pm

You:
shut up smartass
stop acting youre so high and mighty just cuz youre smart
4:19 pm

Short fuck:
Think as you wish, Niragi.
Was there any real reason for messaging me?
4:20 pm

You:
i love how immediate your responses are <3
4:20 pm
no I'm just bored and thought id see what youre up to
4:21 pm

Short fuck:
But you know I have work. There is nothing to see.
4:22 pm

You:
nothing to see but that sexy look in your eyes /j
that reminds me
send me dick pics?
4:23 pm

Short fuck:
Yeah, hold on.
4:24 pm

  I know Chishiya is not going to respond. What a comedian. His break period is probably almost over anyway. I decide to read over our texts. Maybe I'll figure out a way to sike the shorter out next time; something that will get a visible reaction out of him even if I can't see it. Too busy scrolling and thinking, I barely notice Ann walking into the room until she begins to speak.

  "Why are you biting your lip? Are you texting with that 'no one' person?" I take my eyes off the screen in front of me briefly. I give Ann a glance.

  "Not at the moment, no." I hear shuffling beside me.

  "Then why are you biting your lip?" I cease the involuntary action. God, nosey much?

  "Why are you so interested? You sad I'm not blowing up your phone, Ann?" The short haired woman scoffs and places a bag on top of her bed.

  "No, Niragi. I'm just curious as to who is always reddening your face. You don't seem like the settle down type." I prod my cheek lightly at the mention of it blushing. I don't feel warm.

  "What 'type' do you take me for?" I inquire to the ravenette with hints of distaste. Ann turns from her bag to my face and back down to her bag.

  "I take you for the uncommitted type. I doubt you've ever been in a relationship that has lasted more than three months. Am I wrong?"

  Guh, what? Uncommitted? I'm committed. Though now that I think about it, Hiko was my longest relationship by far. And that mess ran it's course by month four. Wha- There is no fucking I'm letting this hag tell me about my love life! I can get anyone I want, any time I want, for however long I want. Ann doesn't even know a thing about me.

  "Oh, go fuck yourself, Ann! I doubt you could do any better with your fuckin' calm, collected, indifferent front that you put on! Who are you even trying to attract? A fucking poetry club? I'm glad you're fucking leaving soon." Ann doesn't say anything for a moment. She keeps a stoic expression, proceeding to sling her satchel purse over her shoulder.

  "Not soon, Niragi. Now. By the way, I advise booking a counseling session." And with that, Ann walks right out the door in all her unbothered glory.

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