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delrhei_writingTitle: Fear of Hospitals
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kryss_delrhei
Fandom: DRAMAtical Murder
Type: Video Game / Visual Novel
Characters/Pairing: Mizuki, Aoba
Word Count: 412
Genre: Friendship
Rating: G
Warning: None
Summary: Mizuki doesn't wanna force Aoba to come and see him at the hospital.
Disclaimer: I do not own DRAMAtical Murder nor the characters, just borrowing them from Nitro+CHiRAL for a little while.
Author's Notes: Un-beta'd. If there are any mistakes, hopefully, I'll get the chance to go back through it and check it.
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
1drabble : #22 - Recovery (Drabble Table)
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“You feeling any better today?” Aoba asked, dropping his bag on the cold linoleum as he slipped into the stiff-back chair beside Mizuki’s bed.
His friend peeked at him from underneath his eyelashes, the machine beeping in it’s routine cycle. “Yeah, it’s okay day.”
“I brought you some magazines, thought you might wanna look through them if you got bored,” the blue haired male pulled the stack of magazines out and set them on the bedside table. He stood again, rubbing his hands along his jean covered thighs.
Mizuki snorted and shifted to get comfortable in the hospital bed again, his skull still keeping an even pounding, the same one that had yet to alleviate since he’d recovered from his coma. “You that unsettled coming to see me once a week?”
“N-no!” Aoba stared at him, before sighing and looking back out the window he’d crossed the room to look through.
“You don’t have to force yourself to come here,” Mizuki raised a hand to his temple, the pressure too much.
“That’s not it at all,” Aoba huffed as returned to his seat, rummaging through his bag again, “I don’t mind coming at all Mizuki. You’re my friend, a very good friend, and of course I’d be here with you.”
“So what is it?”
“I hate hospitals.”
“That’s it?’ Mizuki stared at him evenly, when Aoba didn’t elaborate.
Aoba glared, “Yes, that’s it.”
“Huh,” Mizuki closed his eyes and snorted.
“What?”
“I thought it was me,” Mizuki laughed.
“No, I just don’t like needles… or hospitals in general,” Aoba pulled an apple out of his bag, and slipped his pocket knife out of his jeans, peeling the ripe fruit.
“That’s why you never let me give you a tattoo,” the brunette chuckled again.
“Yeah,” Aoba offered him a piece of fruit, which Mizuki gladly took, chewing on it quietly. “Is it okay if I come back tomorrow?”
“Sure,” Mizuki smiled.
“Good,”Aoba beamed cheerfully.
They shared the apple, eyeing the television which was on mute, as the silent pictures moved across the screen. Aoba cleaned his knife and slipped it back into his pocket.
It was very relaxing, not having to talk, just enjoying the company, that was until the doctor walked in, with a needle, as to which Aoba literally passed out.
“Never would have thought,” Mizuki mumbled with a laugh, closing his eyes against watching the nurse frantically fan Aoba's flushed cheeks as the doctor administered his shot into his IV.
Cross Posted to:1drabble
Author:
kryss_delrheiFandom: DRAMAtical Murder
Type: Video Game / Visual Novel
Characters/Pairing: Mizuki, Aoba
Word Count: 412
Genre: Friendship
Rating: G
Warning: None
Summary: Mizuki doesn't wanna force Aoba to come and see him at the hospital.
Disclaimer: I do not own DRAMAtical Murder nor the characters, just borrowing them from Nitro+CHiRAL for a little while.
Author's Notes: Un-beta'd. If there are any mistakes, hopefully, I'll get the chance to go back through it and check it.
Prompt:
1drabble : #22 - Recovery (Drabble Table)--
“You feeling any better today?” Aoba asked, dropping his bag on the cold linoleum as he slipped into the stiff-back chair beside Mizuki’s bed.
His friend peeked at him from underneath his eyelashes, the machine beeping in it’s routine cycle. “Yeah, it’s okay day.”
“I brought you some magazines, thought you might wanna look through them if you got bored,” the blue haired male pulled the stack of magazines out and set them on the bedside table. He stood again, rubbing his hands along his jean covered thighs.
Mizuki snorted and shifted to get comfortable in the hospital bed again, his skull still keeping an even pounding, the same one that had yet to alleviate since he’d recovered from his coma. “You that unsettled coming to see me once a week?”
“N-no!” Aoba stared at him, before sighing and looking back out the window he’d crossed the room to look through.
“You don’t have to force yourself to come here,” Mizuki raised a hand to his temple, the pressure too much.
“That’s not it at all,” Aoba huffed as returned to his seat, rummaging through his bag again, “I don’t mind coming at all Mizuki. You’re my friend, a very good friend, and of course I’d be here with you.”
“So what is it?”
“I hate hospitals.”
“That’s it?’ Mizuki stared at him evenly, when Aoba didn’t elaborate.
Aoba glared, “Yes, that’s it.”
“Huh,” Mizuki closed his eyes and snorted.
“What?”
“I thought it was me,” Mizuki laughed.
“No, I just don’t like needles… or hospitals in general,” Aoba pulled an apple out of his bag, and slipped his pocket knife out of his jeans, peeling the ripe fruit.
“That’s why you never let me give you a tattoo,” the brunette chuckled again.
“Yeah,” Aoba offered him a piece of fruit, which Mizuki gladly took, chewing on it quietly. “Is it okay if I come back tomorrow?”
“Sure,” Mizuki smiled.
“Good,”Aoba beamed cheerfully.
They shared the apple, eyeing the television which was on mute, as the silent pictures moved across the screen. Aoba cleaned his knife and slipped it back into his pocket.
It was very relaxing, not having to talk, just enjoying the company, that was until the doctor walked in, with a needle, as to which Aoba literally passed out.
“Never would have thought,” Mizuki mumbled with a laugh, closing his eyes against watching the nurse frantically fan Aoba's flushed cheeks as the doctor administered his shot into his IV.
Cross Posted to:
1drabble
