What Lovely Kidneys You Have (An Eyeless Jack P.O.V & Romance)

9 - Messy Rooms, Messy Past

I sat patiently in the office desk chair, absent mindedly spinning around in it at a slow velocity, sighing. The clock read 5:49am and I wondered when it was that Nadia was due to go to class. I estimated that she must wake up soon in order to efficiently get ready and make it to the university on time, or at least, fashionably late, as some may say. I had drawn the curtains, not favoring the blaring sun and clasped my hands together, focusing on remaining patient; I had been here waiting for her to awaken since 11:23 last night.

I switched my focus to her as a mumble came from her lips, and she rolled over onto her back, her hand lazily reaching up to touch the wet cloth that I had placed on her forehead, “Mrrffgh.”

“English, please,” I requested, leaning forward in order to rest my elbows on my knees.

She furrowed her eyebrows as she tried to regain orientation and carefully sat up on her elbows, completely removing the rag, her cheeks a deeply pale pink, “Um,” she began, her voice quiet and slightly congested, “I passed out, didn’t I?”

“You are smarter than I give you credit for.”

She chuckled, sitting up completely before looking down at herself, slightly shocked, “And I’m shirtless,” she lifted the covers to peek at her legs, “And pants less…”

I raised an eyebrow at her, “I had to ensure you were comfortable as you slept.”

“Oh,” she nodded, pushing the covers off her body as she unplugged her ankle and went to stand, “Thanks.”

“So you are used to passing out, after vomiting blood?” I asked, knowing that is was a result of her disease.

She shrugged, “I’m not used to it but, I have to live with it until, well, I die.”

“Careful,” I ordered, rushing to hold her up as she stumbled, almost falling over like a drunk after a busy night.

She looked flustered and rubbed at her head again, “Man, I feel like shit.”

“You look it as well,” she glared at me, “I was only kidding. You find me boring, so I thought some offensive commentary in a joking manor would destroy that bias you have against me.”

“Oh, well it’s weird on you. You’re supposed to be legitimately mean, not jokingly mean.”

“Thanks for the criticism. I’ll take it into account.”

She shook her head, regaining balance as she carefully made her way towards the bathroom, “You are the most sarcastic person I know.”

“Are you going to get prepared for class?”

Her eyes looked confused, and then panicked, “Oh God! What time is it?!”

“Almost 6am.”

“Damn it,” she smacked the palm of her hand onto her face, looking stressed, “I didn’t do my assignment for pre-med, AND I’m behind on my math work sheets. That’s it,” she dramatically fell onto the bed face first, mumbling against the mattress, “I’m done for. Over. Fin.”

I placed my hands into my pockets, shaming myself for the brief peek at her back side, but a bit surprised by the small butterfly tattoo inked into the back of her upper thigh, “I promised to assist you in your studies as long as you kept up your end of the deal in giving me the addresses for my victims, and I will. Go and get prepared for class and I will do our homework for you, without procrastination of course.”

She was quiet for a minute, still muffled by the mattress, “You will?”

“Yes-”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She remarked, springing up from the bed as she wrapped her arms around me, her almost bare body touching me, which if I may say, was extremely uncomfortable.