𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 | R. SUKUNA

19

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Your eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the sudden brightness in the room. Squinting, you sat up, only to be met with a sharp pang of pain in your head.

"It's best that you lay down," a gentle female voice advised. Obediently, you reclined, turning your head to find the source of the voice. The nurse stood beside you, accompanied by another student whose identity remained unclear.

"Where am I?" you mumbled, still groggy.

"In the nursing room," the nurse explained succinctly. "Your friend brought you in."

You shifted your gaze, trying to make sense of your surroundings. The nurse busied herself, gathering a few pills for you.

"Huh?" you mumbled, struggling to grasp the situation.

"The pink-haired dude, you know, the tall one?" the younger girl beside the nurse chimed in, offering clarification. She appeared slightly younger, her features reflecting curiosity.

As all the memories came crashing back, you recalled the heated argument with Sukuna. The last thing you remembered was the intense exchange of words, and now you found yourself in the nursing room. The realization hit, and you couldn't help but cringe at the thought of passing out in the middle of the hall. Embarrassment washed over you.

You groaned, acknowledging the situation. "At least he had the decency to bring me to the nurse," you muttered to no one in particular.

"Here, swallow these," the nurse offered, handing you two pills along with a cup of water. The student next to her approached as the nurse assisted you in sitting up.

"Was that guy your boyfriend?" the girl inquired, studying you intently as you took the pills.

You shook your head. "No, he's not."

"He seemed quite aggravated when he came in," the girl shrugged casually.

"He's always like that," you huffed, reclining back down on the bed.

The nurse turned her attention to the girl. "You can go back to class now, your leg is healed," she informed, and the girl nodded before dashing off. The nurse then turned to you with a serious expression, taking a seat in her chair.

"Have you been eating lately?" she asked. There was a brief moment of silence. Should you lie, or just tell the truth?

"I... haven't," you decided to be honest. "I mean, except for eating an orange today."

The nurse hummed as she took notes. "I noticed. You're low on blood pressure, and that's very dangerous," she explained. "Your body seems to have undergone a change, and it's trying to adjust, but not eating can lead to serious health problems, y/n."

You knew the situation was perilous, but what choice did you have? You weren't the one controlling your diet, and your life felt like it was slipping out of your grasp.

"Don't go under a diet, you're already underweight. If your weight goes any lower, it can cause heart problems," the nurse warned, setting her pen and notes aside.

You nodded, a wave of helplessness washing over you. How were you going to explain that you weren't allowed to eat?

"Okay, thank you, I'll try," you told her, but the nurse shook her head. "I don't want you to try. I need you to do it. Promise me."

All you could manage was a nod. The nurse seemed satisfied with your response as she clasped her hands together.

"Very well, here, take some onigiri and orange juice," she handed them over, and you sat up to accept the food.