Rikaki stalked down the hallway of the hospital. She angrily pushed the front door open and walked to her car.
"Stupid doctors," she muttered, unlocking her car door and climbing inside.
"I'm not going to die." She slammed the door closed.
"I'm not."
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Forty minutes of driving later, Rikaki pulled into her driveway. She stepped out, making sure to take her purse with her. Last time she left her purse in the car, she had been looking for it for three hours before remembering it was in the car.
Rikaki walked up to the front doors of her apartment building and reached for the handle. But before she could grab it, the door flew open and hit her in the face.
Rikaki dropped her purse and reached for her nose. She brought her hand away when she felt blood. Then she heard an angry voice from behind the door.
"Fine! Be that way! See if I ever buy from you again!"
Rikaki heard footsteps come from behind the door. She balled the sleeve of her hoodie up and shoved it into her nose.
"Oh my god, are you alright?"
Rikaki froze. She'd recognize that voice anywhere.
"Chase?"
"Rikaki!? Oh my god, are you okay? Do you need ice?" Chase moved around the door and into view.
"I'm fine," replied Rikaki. "Just a little nosebleed."
With your condition!? Rikaki-"
"No," interjected Rilaki, "I'm fine, it's just a simple nosebleed-"
"Rikaki! That could kill you!"
"Jesus, Chase, stop freaking out. My SOUL is damaged, not my nose. Calm down."
"Fine." Chase sighed. A short silence fell between the two, until Chase broke it. "...are you okay? Do you need ice? Here, pinch the bridge of your nose and lift your head up-"
"Chase, I'm fine." laughed Rikaki.
"Rikaki-"
"Excuse me, but you're blocking the way," said a male voice from behind them. Rikaki looked around, and so did Chase. There were three people waiting for them to move, including a male who must have been the one to interrupt them.
"O-oh, sorry," muttered Rikaki. The grabbed her purse and gripped Chase's arm. She removed her balled-up sleeve from her nose and opened the door.
Chase said nothing as Rikaki silently led him through the doors and up the stairs to her apartment.
Upon arrival, Rikaki unlocked the door and brought Chase inside. She balled her sleeve up again and asked, "What do you do for nosebleeds again?"
Chase chuckled. "I thought you didn't need my help."
"I don't," snapped Rikaki, "it's just..."
"I'm nice to be around?"
"No."
Offscreen:
Chase: "Aren't you being a little tsundere?"
Rikaki: "No!"
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Soulless (Comic)
Narrativa generale//Art by me// The story of a woman with a severely damaged soul, and a boy who has no soul. A human's soul is very important, as it connects to all feeling. A human with a damaged soul can only live for a short period of time, but there is a surgery...
