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Chapter 19 - CHAPTER NINETEEN: VIRTUAL ORIENTATION part 2

[©Lynnifer Ice – February 9, 2023]

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I didn't know what freaked me out more… The fact that Xinith was here in the medical bay with me or that he was topless and his torso was covered in what looked like deep gashes, still bleeding. Xinith's stare matched mine the minute I made an effort to make a sound.

My eyes dilated when nothing came out. I internally panicked, unsure why I couldn't make a sound when only a few minutes ago, I had been able to sigh in relief, which is technically making a sound. I touched my throat, my mouth shutting tight. My eyes darted from Xinith to the doctor.

Someone better start explaining what is going on right now.

"Ah… I may have forgotten to mention something…." Doctor Kim scratched the back of his neck. "It doesn't have a set time frame for when it happens, but… An involuntary mark, whether temporary or permanent, will render the recipient literally speechless," he continued to explain with hand gestures, "but fear not, the voice can be restored. It is usually undesirable to the recipient, but the giver of the mark needs to only connect their lips with the other. Quite simple, really."

Excuse you? Why would I want to kiss him voluntarily? It's his damn fault that I ended up here in the first place! Still, I have this annoying little voice in my heart telling me to forgive him. Well, why should I? He's brought me nothing but trouble. To add to my list of preposterous things he has done, HE BIT ME! The only thing he ought to get from me is a foot up his demonic arse!

Doctor Kim looked between Xinith and me, sensing the tension in the air, "Of course, it's easier when both parties are actually seeing eye to eye… I can't leave a patient still in recovery alone so, if you two want to communicate… Just act like I'm not here. Otherwise, Xinith you do need to at least listen to the student orientation this year since you always prefer to skip it. That also being said, I cannot tend to your wounds since they were given as punishment by the headmaster. Alex can when she can move better, or you can do it yourself. Believe me, I would instead do it myself, but I don't like to be the target of the headmaster's wrath. He's a nice guy for sure, but might as well be the devil himself when angry."

"I know how it goes, Doctor Kim. I just have one question," Xinith spoke softly, his eyes never leaving mine, "Am I allowed to sit next to her…?" I glared at him, but instead of turning away this time like in the dorms, he held my gaze.

The AUDACITY!

"From a Doctor's point of view, I would frown upon you sitting next to the victim, but this isn't a typical case either. I'll allow it only if Alex consents to it. The same goes for any physical contact."

Hell no. Absolutely not, never again. Yet there's this other confusing side of me trying to encourage me to beckon him over and hug him. Is this a side-effect of the mark he put on me…? I hate it. I hate this. I hate him, and I hate myself for not being more assertive.

I set my lips in a thin line, watching as Xinith came closer, crossing the room until he came within inches of the foot of my medical bed. He sighed when I didn't stop glaring at him. He appeared to have something on his mind and wanted to voice it out, but he was hesitating. Guilt shone in his eyes as his gaze shifted to my shoulder.

Oh, now he feels guilty? Tch.

"Alex, I-…," Xinith began to say, but I immediately turned my head to the side, instantly shutting him up, if only briefly. "Alex, please…"

Is it just me, or is he about to plead with me? Wait, can he still not hear my thoughts? Let's put it to the test with a simple question that can't be mistaken and that I already know the answer to. Oi, jerkoff! Where are we?

I turned my head back as I mentally asked the question. I raised my left brow to emphasize it. Xinith looked at me, puzzled. Then he briefly looked down before gazing at me again.

"Are you really that angry with me…? I didn't do it with any intention to hurt you, Alex…," Xinith tried to express softly.

My eyes and lips drew into a straight across thin line, now knowing he couldn't hear my thoughts still, but also at the stupidity of his question.

"Don't look at me like that…," Xinith half-heartedly pleaded. "I want to make things right."

How can you possibly make things right? You can't just take back a mark on someone's body like this! Nor can you undo the mental damage. I can't just pretend like it never happened.

My gaze hardened, a small flicker of a flame dancing in my eyes. It felt as if with each passing moment, I could move my muscles just a little more, if only by a hair. Even though every fiber in my being was screaming no, I wanted to strangle him. I wanted to yell and curse at him even more.

I could hear the headmaster beginning his introductory speech but it was more background noise to me than anything else. I almost thought that maybe the doctor had taken the given hints because his eyes were focused solely on the screen as he jotted down some things on the notepad, trying to ignore the "conversation" between Xinith and I.

"Can we talk this out like adults?" Xinith questioned me quietly, stepping closer until his hand rested on the bed's footboard. "It's frustrating not being able to hear you or hear what you're thinking, so could I at least fix that first…?"

How can he speak so casually as if he doesn't have a hundred open bleeding wounds? Do they not hurt? Maybe they do, and he's just acting tough? Wait, why should I care if he's in pain or not? To hell with that!

I looked away from Xinith to glance at the screen where the live stream was being played, catching onto the headmaster introducing new staff members. I raised my right brow, perplexed by their appearance. They didn't exactly look like people that teach others. I had a weird feeling in my gut about them. I looked back to Xinith who was still standing there, waiting for an answer. I rolled my eyes.

Well, talking would be a nice ability to have… It's not that he's a bad kisser; he's not. He's rather amazing, but I just don't trust him. Fuck it, I prefer to speak my mind out loud.

My lips twisted to the side as I contemplated my decision. Giving into my desire for speech, I nodded my head. I stiffened as he walked around, stepping closer to me. I swallowed hard as he placed a hand flatly on the bed as he leaned in toward me, resting his forearm a few inches above my head.

- End of Chapter Nineteen -