The Art of Living (Or To Die Trying) (boyxboy)

Chapter 11, Progress

 The foreboding sense of INCOMING SMUT! ;O

        No, seriously, this is a pervy chapter. Readers be warned, and all that jazz.

And on a sidenote, speaking of pervy, here's a picture of Des that fits the chapter quite well ;]

        Do listen to the song, by the way. Why? Because it's amazing, by my favorite singer of all time. Also, it's quite fitting for the first few pages of this chapter.

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An alarm goes off and my eyes snap open – I go from blissful sleep to fully alert in zero point two seconds and take in my surroundings in sheer panic. The first thing I notice is Vivian who is staring back at me through sleepy eyes.

-”I... Ugh, I'm not even going to ask.” he mumbles as he switches the alarm off, rubbing his eyes. “I'm going to work, you go back to sleep. There's not much else for you to do today anyway.” he adds after having gotten out of bed and peered out through the blinds at the sunny landscape outside.

I grab a pillow and roll over onto my stomach, face pressed down into it. I was having an interesting dream, but now that I was so hastily and brutally awoken from it I can't recall what it was about.

-”We'll talk once I get back home, okay?” I hear Vivian say before he leaves the room and I drift off to sleep once more.

I wake up, hours later, with my face still pressed into the pillow and feel a rush of oxygen once I sit up and am able to breathe properly again. The dreadful alarm clock tells me that it's past twelve already and I can see by the glistening behind the blinds that the sun is still shining brightly outside.

I leave the bed but bring the comforter as I exit the bedroom, huddling underneath it once I reach the living room bathed in horrible sunlight. I go from room to room and pull all the blinds shut before I eventually head into the bathroom, dropping the comforter in the hallway on my way there. The bright light, as white and artificial as that at the facility, temporarily blinds me as I switch it on. It takes a moment or two before my eyes become adjusted and I can continue with my quest.

Standing in front of the mirror by the sink I slowly begin to unfold the bandage wrapped around my throat. It's about time I had it changed, seeing this one's been here since after Vivian and I had our long talk about Delilah and our past last Tuesday, and today is Friday – though that's not really the reason as to why I'm removing it along with the compress and surgical tape now.

As I was thinking for a very brief moment last night; during the last couple of days I have noticed an improvement, since I've managed both groans, hisses and low growling without causing too much pain. It's been more than two weeks since the damage was inflicted, and Vivian said that there had been an improvement on the actual wound last Tuesday, so it might be about time to put my throat to the test.

Eventually all medical supplies are removed and I stare down at an angrily red slash across my throat. The wound has more or less healed, some scabbing still left here and there at the parts where the cut was at its deepest or the edges the most uneven, but other than that it's mostly just this red, irritated-looking skin. I don't think I'll be needing the bandage anymore, at least.

I turn on the shower and strip down while waiting for the water to heat up, barely able to contain my excitement. My throat looks okay; it feels okay, too, since it doesn't hurt at all any longer as long as I don't do anything out of the ordinary, and I remember only slight irritation when hissing at Vivian last night. If I'm lucky, the healing process will be quicker than I anticipated.