So Strange

A Proposition

Chishiya's POV

  I feel pressure in my chest. Actually, I feel pressure on my chest, too. I look down and watch lithe hands roam the expansion of my chest. This feels odd. And I can't tell if I like it or not; probably not. Moments pass before I'm spun around. Oh, I'm in a rolling chair. It's comfortable.

  Now I feel a heavy weight in my lap. What is this? Why can't I see clearly? Everything is so bright. All I can make out in front of me is a dark figure. I'm trying to focus on their presumable face, but the movements they're making on my lap are distracting. The movements are abrupt yet coordinated.

  Then I feel something in my hand. Fabric? I can't tell. I can't even see my hands with this figure in the way. Whatever I'm holding, I'm now clenching it. I can't help but feel pleasurable from this action. Why is that I wonder? My head feels dizzy. Everything fades to white before I can make sense of it.

  I open my dreary eyes and take in the dim room around me. The clock on the wall reads 11:31 am. I don't have work until 2:30. Mm, my back feels stiff. I need to stop sleeping on my side. I hoist my torso up, and my back disconnects from the bed. Ugh, I feel dizzy. Just like..in my dream. My dream! I remember most of what happened. I need to write it down before I forget.

  I get out of bed slowly, attempting to avoid orthostatic hypotension. A notebook is already open on my desk. I take a seat in my uncomfortable office chair, then grab a pencil to sharpen. Now, what exactly happened in my dream? I want to be able to get a clear picture in my mind when I read back to this entry. Let's see; everything was blurry, I was in some sort of office chair. Was I at home? Perhaps not. I know every in and out of my home. I should have been able to visualize everything better if I really was in my home. Or perhaps not. Dreams are unpredictable.

  I take around thirty minutes to write down every aspect of my dream in as much detail as I can recall. Maybe I'll have this dream again. I tend to have recurring dreams. There is one dream in particular that I have more often than not. I don't feel like going into it, though. It's not a pleasant dream, to say the least. I better get ready for the day.

  I grab my scrubs and a clean towel, then head into the bathroom. The room becomes humid when I turn the hot water on. The mirror has already fogged. I find it humorous that I have a double sink in my bathroom, yet there is only one bedroom. It's like a reminder that I'm forever alone here. The dejected reminder is only fulite. I don't want to share my space. Sato is enough for me.

  Whilst daydreaming, the water spraying from the shower head begins to cool from the scalding degree I had initially set it to. I should exploit this temperature before it decreases any further. I remove my night clothes and enter the shower tub, closing the transparent curtain behind me. The water is nice but not as hot as I usually prefer. If I could, I would like to stay submerged in this torrent of water all the days. Forever drowning out the world with dripping and crackling and boiling hot water. When I die, I'd prefer to drown.

  For the remainder of my shower, I work on autopilot. I carry out my bathing routine and end by washing out the conditioner that has been soaking in my hair for about ten or so minutes. Once my shower is complete, I step out of the tub and grab my towel from the wide, formica countertop. I wrap and tie the towel around my chest, then grab my hair brush and begin brushing my pale hair back. Hm, I need a haircut. Maybe I should trim it this weekend. I have work off on Sunday anyway.

  Now that my hair is parted, I reach into the cabinet under the sink for my blow dryer. I'm causious in completely drying out my already damaged hair under the heat of the blow dryer, but I do not succeed. To remedy this problem, I rub some leave-in conditioner into the tips of my hair and let it seap in. The length of my hair is bothering me even more now that it's dry.

  As I exit the bathroom, the clock catches my eyes. It's 12:02 am. It's still so early. I guess I should eat something. But what? Before I can answer that question, I must change into clothes. So I do. I change into my light blue work scrubs and grab my ID to put in my pocket. After the matter, I walk into the kitchen that is just across the living room from my bedroom. Before I start my exploration for food, I remember that I have leftovers from yesterday. I had ordered Thai food. I didn't get anything special; just shrimp pad Thai. They always give large portions, so I still have half a box to eat.

  I place the take-out box in the microwave and set the timer to one minute. I don't have a dining table, nor do I plan to get one. My couch and coffee table will suffice. So I do sit down on my couch. My blank TV screen mocks me with the reminder that my Netflix subscription is going to waste. I don't know why I'm still paying for that. I hardly ever watch TV, and when I do, it's for background ambiance. I really shouldn't be so wasteful like every other human on this earth. I need to either watch or cancel my subscription... I'll cancel my subscription.

  My phone vibrates abruptly in my pocket. Let's see; app notification or message? What an unforeseen event. It is Niragi who has disturbed my thoughts.

Suguru Niragi:
you at work yet?
12:11 am

You:
No. I'm going in around 2:00.
Why do you ask?
12:12 am

Suguru Niragi:
i left the hospital yesterday and the nurse told me I should buy some stuff for my arms
she wasn't specific is this the right stuff?
12:13 am

  Niragi sends me a photo of a box of gauze wraps and... Oh, no. He really bought hydrogen peroxide. I can only imagine the pain Niragi would have endured if he hadn't thought to text me first.

You:
Neither of those items are correct. You didn't even get antibiotic ointment.
12:14 am

Suguru Niragi:
stop criticizing me
im not a fucking doctor
12:14 am
what should i do then?
12:15 am

  An idea comes to mind, but I don't know if this is the most optimal choice. I could offer Niragi a visit to the hospital so I can show his what supplies are best to apply to his medical situation. I doubt he'd do it right the first time, anyway. I sigh audibly.

You:
I am going to make a proposition, and you are going to process it like the average human being. Then you will give me your answer calmly and without any ill intentions. Alright?
12:17 am

Suguru Niragi:
whatever short stack
12:18 am

You:
I do have to work today, but what if I extend my lunch time. During that time, you could come to the hospital, and I could show you the proper materials needed to clean your burns safely at home. Do you agree to this or not?
12:19 am

Suguru Niragi:
hm...
yeah ok
12:20 am
but what time is your lunch time?
12:21 am

You:
I'll have to check my schedule, but when I am certain of a time, I'll tell you when to come.
12:22 am

Suguru Niragi:
no one tells me when to come
12:23 am

  I leave the conversation there, not seeing anymore reason to continue. Although I'm not completely sure of what Niragi was referring to in his last comment. Mm, I shouldn't be thinking that way.

  Now, all there is to do is eat my breakfast and wait for two o'clock. I am anticipating the ravenette's visit to not go as planned. But maybe Niragi will surprise me. That's a pleasant thought, but I shouldn't get hopeful. At least I have enough authority over the ravenette to have him escorted out of the hospital. Although I doubt it will come to that. Only the future can tell.

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