I sat there for what felt like hours, waiting for this b*stard to wake up so I could sneak him out of the hospital. When the paramedics came, they took him into surgery immediately and I was stuck in the waiting room for 16 hours. I've been sitting here for 8. They said he'd basically be a vegetable because of the brain damage the bullet did but I was mainly worried about how I was gonna smuggle this guy out undetected.
There's cameras all over the place, so there's no way I'd be able to go with him because I have an ID and if I get caught they could do a facial scan and find me in 5 minutes. So my only other choice is to tell him how to get out and leave 20 minutes before he does so they don't suspect I helped him.
As if on que, Kanoe opened his eyes and woke up.
"Miyazaki? Am I in the hospital?" I scowled at him and flicked his forehead, "Ow, what was that for?"
"Turning into a vegetable on me, now here's how I'm gonna get you out. I left clothes in your bathroom, after I leave pretend to be asleep for 10 minutes then put them on. Then pull the hood over your head, and walk out of the hospital without bumping into any surgeons or nurses. Got it?"
"Hold on, hold on... I turned into a vegetable? What's that supposed to mean?"
"I'll tell you later, meet me in front of the hospital. I'll be sitting on one of them benches."
"Okay."
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"What now?" Kanoe asked, sitting down beside me on the bench.
"Now, we get the hell out of here before somebody realizes the brain-dead patient's gone."
We quickly got into the car and drove away from the hospital.
"I'm glad we got out, that could've been pretty bad if we'd been caught. Wait... why are you looking at me like you're about to murder me?"
"Maybe that's because I'm thinking about it. I can't believe you got yourself turned into a f*cking vegetable and made me put my life on the line in your stead. I could've died, and I don't have a million lives like you do!"
"I'm sorry?"
"For a split second, I legitimately forgot you were immortal. I almost lost my shit yesterday thinking you had actually died."
"Well, I'm not dead. I've died so many times that I'm not sure It's even possible anymore, so forget about the 'possibility' of me dying."
"I don't know, maybe there is a way? What if there's a limit to how many times you can die? I can't shake the feeling you'll drop dead any minute now, so sorry for the inconvenience but I'm not going to be very happy the next time you end up getting yourself killed."
"Alright, I'll try not to get murdered again. Just chill, okay?"
"Fine."
The next five minutes went by very slowly, neither of us said anything the entire ride back so it was quite awkward. It wasn't the worst thing in the world, but sharing a small space with someone you barely know and not saying anything is rather unsettling.
When we arrived back in the apartment it felt somewhat different, like something had changed but I couldn't tell what. All I knew was that something happened here while we were gone and the hair on the back of my neck was standing on end.
"Something's not right..."
"Eh? What's not right?"
"This apartment." I looked around, the books in the bookshelf were rearranged and the bowl where I put my keys on it had been moved off center, "The books, the bowl... they're not in the right place."
"Are you saying you think someone was here while we weren't?"
"How else would the bowl move from the center to the left?"
"I think you're just a little on edge, you did just watch me take a bullet in the brain yesterday."
"Maybe you're right, I should probably just sleep it off. Go grab something to eat from the fridge or something, I'm gonna take a nap."
"I can just eat later, I'll come with you."
"Do what you will, just don't wake me up."
"Okay."
I flopped down on the bed, not even bothering to change. I still felt weird, like my insides had been scrambled up. Since I started walking around outside with Kanoe the paranoia was dulled, but now it's more than just the feeling of being watched around the clock. Things were moving. My alarm clock was now facing away from me, how'd that even happen?
Yeah, maybe I am crazy. But I know for a fact that things haven't been the same since the night I took Kanoe in. First it was that eerie feeling, then the physical fear of being alone outside of my own house, and now this.
I closed my eyes and tried to forget about all my fears, but it was to no avail. How did I manage to sleep so well the past few nights?
... Oh, right. I don't wanna, maybe I can just read until I get tired?
I grabbed a book off my nightstand and began to read, although I couldn't focus on what it said and I still felt like I had knots in my stomach.
Do I really have to wake him? Is it weird to sleep next to another man in the same bed? You know what, f*ck it. I'm tired and I'll use whatever means to get my sleep, even if I have to sleep next to my roommate tonight.
"Hey, Kanoe." I leaned over the side of my bed and poked him, "Kanoe, I can't sleep."
"Ngh... huh?"
"I said I can't sleep."
"Whaddya want me to do about it? I'm not some kind of sorcerer who can put you under a sleeping spell." Kanoe yawned and rolled over.
"Just get your ass up here and stay on your side."
"You're... asking me to sleep with you?"
"Not with you, next to you. If you don't want me to flail around in my sleep again, it's best you just get up here and stop asking questions."
"I never said I objected the idea."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means I'll comply to your demands, now which side's mine?"
"The left side."
Kanoe got off his futon and walked around the bed to his side, I felt him flop onto the mattress.
"You happy now?"
"Tch, in your dreams."
I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing, I could faintly feel Kanoe's breath on my back which in a weird way was kind of reassuring. Soon after, I faded into unconsciousness.
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The blaring sound of my alarm went off, summoning my conscious as usual. I flipped over and reached for my nightstand blindly.
What is this? I felt around the warm squishy thing my hand made contact with. I forced my eyes open to find out what I was touching.
Oh dear god... I regret my actions already.