Kirito x Asuna

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The hospital bed is a metaphor I hope you understand.

A book I'm working on for Josh and Tyler is honestly my catharsis and v therapeutic so maybe check it out when It publishes.

I'm sorry I haven't updated in a bit, things have happened and stuff has hit, so be ready for angsty crap (: -b
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It was that kind of thing where there was something inside killing you from the inside out. The indescribable, unnerving feeling where you want to tell someone about what the hell is going on with you, and the extreme pain swelling in your chest. But you couldn't and it all just reminded you of some crappy teenage love shit that they post on some website or show in a movie. That sort of thing.

When I woke up, there were number of things going through my head. One of the thousands that was there, was the sensual feeling of love.

Oh and pain. Lots of that too.

It's like, like, that knowing that something is wrong and you know deep deep down that where you are is definitely not where you want to be, especially since today was Valentine's Day and waking up in a hospital room in a hospital bed was definitely going to piss Asuna off. So that feeling I would like to call fear (and maybe a few others mixed) was starting to make my heart beat faster and my palms start to sweat.

With this kind of awakening, it reminded me of an occurrence that happened not too long ago and it brought back an amount of options that had to be checked. Now.

First I stretched, because my god the day after Sao was shut off or down or whatever, I felt like my skin was broken and my limbs were jelly and noddles mushed when I moved. Nothing too serious like the last time, but why did I even check? Because one night later and waking up in the hospital, there must've been something wrong.

I felt stretched and gross and kind of dirty, in the way that would feel like I haven't showered in a while. But it didn't make any sense because I showered last night before I slept. I knew because it would be less work than waking up on to a cold shower and be late for picking up Asuna? It didn't make sense.

I checked my hair. It wasn't long which was a little comforting. My hands and my skin and my eyes followed. To be scared was an understatement.

Going to sleep with everything completely planned out for the next day, from my first kiss for my one and only, to the very last petal that was set on the bed on my bed, was utterly melted, mashed, then glued together again because I awoke to a clean smelling room and a state of hospitalization.

What the hell happened last night?

I felt utterly confused and my head was throbbing like someone had punched me directly in the ear.

It was good to have a bit of alone time too because for gods sake I don't think I could've handled a confused, worried Asuna in my face asking me questions I didn't have answers too. There was no one here which was even more relaxing in a terrifying way.

That means I had a limited amount of time before they ultimately did come back. To think things over and figure out why I was here and not at school or home or anywhere I would've expected I would be.

I had to run through the events, try and remember why. Yesterday was the thirteenth, the day before Valentine's Day, and the day everything was going to change in terms of Asuna and i's relationship. I blushed. I remember stressing over the gift I got her and the way I would kiss her and talk to her. Everything was planned out except me because I woke up in a hospital room. That besides the point, I went online for a bit after my shower and fell asleep at 1. That was it.