Stalker | ThirdUnion

25: The Nuisance

It was almost noon the next day when Reich regained consciousness.

He was laying in bed when he did, feeling like crap, but at least Soviet wasn't there. But Reich was sure he would be with him soon.

The German sighed as he laid under the covers, he stared at his wrapped foot, which was elevated by a bunch of pillows.

He wasn't even moving and it hurt. Reich grumbled in pain, but he was unable to turn over to find a more comfortable position. Doing so would make him have to move his foot, and he definitely couldn't do that.

Suddenly the door slammed open, revealing a very cheerful Soviet, whose eye was still covered with bandages, he was also holding a whole bunch of things. Reich stared at him, his eyes half lidded as he didn't have the energy to open them any more.

The Russian smiled brightly seeing him awake, and quickly ran over to him.

"Hello love! How are you feeling?" The Russian said, placing a cup of water down on the nightstand, along with some pills.

Reich didn't respond, so Soviet continued. "Do you want some medicine? I just bought some for you!"

Reich nodded and Soviet handed him the meds and the water.

While Reich took them, the Russian went over to his leg. Reich wasn't really paying attention to what the Russian was doing, he only started to when the other suddenly poked him, which made Reich hiss in pain.

He glared at the Russian, who chuckled sheepishly at the other's reaction.

While Soviet did something over there, Reich looked back at the night stand, finally noticing the plate of waffles and strawberries that sat on it.

Sure it looked good, but Reich knew Soviet had made it. He glared at the stack of waffles then at the Russian, who was still observing his leg. He would not eat the waffles. He huffed lightly, he would not.

About five minutes passed and Soviet seemed to confirm that his foot was still indeed broken and that he definitely couldn't walk on it. Like he didn't already know that.

The Russian hummed happily and looked over at Reich, he smiled brightly at him, despite the German glaring at him.

But his smile suddenly flattened, "Do you not like waffles?" He walked over to him, picking up the plate. Darn it Soviet, what's wrong with you! How could you not remember that your love does not like waffles!

Soviet looked back at Reich, who was still glaring at him. The Russian sighed for a moment, looking quite sad, "I'm so sorry Reich." He paused. "I should have known that you didn't like waffles, I'll go make you something else right now!"

And with that, Soviet took the plate and ran off and out of the room, leaving a pained Reich behind.

Reich shook his head, hitting himself on the face. He wished he never met this stupid Russian. He wished he never moved here. He wished Soviet never saw him in the first place.

Reich sighed, looking down at his broken foot. What was he going to do?

How could he escape now? He couldn't walk, let alone run. Soviet would never trust him with anything ever again. The man would definitely be more careful now, now that he knows Reich doesn't want to be there.

Reich laid back down, feeling hopeless, absolutely hopeless, what was he going to do? He didn't want to get married, no way!

The German shut his eyes tightly, his mind eating away at him, he couldn't do this anymore, he needed to get out, but how?