"...Jay...?" I said, clueless. "I think you've mistaken me for another person."
Jay. That was the first time I heard that name.
Lieutenant Narc paused as he let his body sink onto mine, ignoring the bouquet I was holding. Not muttering another word after.
"Please..." he said in a low tone. "Just let me be for a while."
"...Understood."
After a few seconds of him embracing me, he let go and fixed his crumpled shirt. "I'm sorry about that," he said. "Can I take the flowers back? Thanks for holding them."
"...Understood," I said, handing him the flattened bouquet. "I think it's damaged, a little bit."
"Ah, crap! You're right..." he gasped. "Didn't notice it..."
"The flowers didn't snap, though. I think it's all right."
"Well, at the end of the day, flowers are still flowers..."
"Huh..."
"Anyways, let's go inside." he turned his way into the hospital's main entrance, ready to walk inside. "It's hot here outside."
I think he's forgetting something. Something that a normal human would not forget. Something that I, too, always forget.
"...What about your bottom clothing?" I asked.
Yes. His bottom clothing - Trousers, pants, shorts, or other bottom clothing a human wears. The last time I got outside without wearing any gave me a bit of a hard time.
"What about it?" he said, looking at me with an unfazed expression as though it's normal for someone to walk around without clothes on. "We're all born naked, it's the same thing." he continued to walk inside. "Plus, you don't get the right to tell me that, having no clothes in the first place when I got here," he added.
He's got a point.
"Understood," I replied, following him inside.
There were few to no people inside the hospital. All just seemed to be nurses and doctors taking rounds. I'm not even wondering why all their eyes were stuck on us both as we walk inside.
"Receptionist, receptionist..." Lieutenant Narc mutters to himself. Scanning the area, not minding all the eyes pointing at him. "Oh, there it is..." he said, walking towards what seemed to be a reception desk.
"Good morning!" I heard him greet the attendee with a cheerful tone. "Where's the room for Sir. Fisher?"
Fisher? Is he perhaps referring to Mr. Aaron? Wait, there are two Fishers that I know of – Mr. Aaron and General Roger. Well, given that Mr. Aaron hit his head hard on the car's windshield the other day, it's most probably him that is here in the hospital.
I think.
I'm not entirely sure.
"..." The attendee, sitting at the other side of the desk, paused writing and looked at Lieutenant Narc.
"...Can I ask the room where Sir. Fisher is at?" Lieutenant Narc repeated without changing the cheerful tone he was using. "I'm pretty sure this was the hospital that they said he was staying at the moment."
"..." The attendee stood up and looked at him from head to toe. "...Huh..."
"...?" Lieutenant Narc awkwardly smiled. "...Uhm, where's his room...?"
"...Room thirty-two..." the attendee said, staring at Lieutenant Narc's bottom half. "...Fifth floor..."
"Thank you!" Lieutenant Narc said with a smile and walked off to where the elevator is. "C'mon, Rem. Move those feet! They exist for a reason."
