The bright yet pale colors of the walls were uninteresting, something seen numerously that its beginning to become quite tiresome.
The monitors were occasionally making sounds indicating activity, though none of it gives him any interest.
Last that was noticeable was the holographic material encased with metal, serving as restraints that kept him exactly where he is—not that he is getting any ideas. Given if he does have some, he has no plans on initiating such.
Sleeping was one thing he could do for the time being, after waking up just an hour ago, many people began bugging him without end. He already had trouble in explaining what's going on with Agent Bakar, much more when the rest of his fellow youth agents would come.
To avoid that, he simply feigned sleeping, they won't bother him if he's asleep, right?
Wrong.
The metallic doors slid open once again, the breeze from the outer air conditioning brushed past his skin, it made him shift for a moment to get into a more comfortable position. His gaze was turned away from the door, relying only on his hearing ability to find out who came to bug him once again—so he could feign sleep like earlier.
Footsteps were light as the figure came closer—unlike the others, this one hasn't spoken yet. Supposedly, they would shout his name in alarm the moment they step foot in this private medical ward—but this one hasn't. IT piqued his interest, yet he kept his gaze shifted to the opposite direction, his body motionless.
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Trapped By The I.R.I.S. Boy {Ejen Ali Fanfiction - OneShot}
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