~Your POV~
Wait... I have to wrap my head around whatever is happening right now first... Forget why he's ignoring me or whatever... I thought as I look at Kazuto.
"Before I bother you for whatever that was, can you tell me what the hell is going on here!?" ...I shouted a little too loudly. A nurse came in, concerned. She had a blue nurse cap on and light white clothes, a clipboard in one hand and a needle in the other.
"What's wrong? Is someone hurt?" She asked, concerned for the shouting. I just looked at her angrily, and flashed the brightest smile I could.
"We're fine, thank you." I said harshly, hoping she would get the hint that we needed to be alone. The nurse seemed slightly freighted, but left the room as quickly as she entered. I adverted my gaze back to the black haired boy, who's eyes were as wide as saucers. I face palmed and sighed deeply. He's scared of me? Right now? Really!? Apparently, my brain wasn't in any mood to feel any emotions or keep up with stupidity. Hey, can you blame me? What the hell would you do in a situation like this? I looked at Kazuto again, wanting to know what happened. I was just sitting in a rocking chair at age 70 or something, I'm too confused to even care if that was the age. So how could I have possibly been 'transported' back to my old teenage self? And more importantly,
Why am I alive?
