Check Up [Oahiz]

Seichi did not share his former acquaintance’s enthusiasm for this meeting. Ignoring that he was never a big fan of hospitals, his last meeting with the attendant’s niece was…well…less than enthusiastic. Ivy was different and very not right. He couldn’t identify why right away and that was just as, if not more, troubling. The fact that there was something wrong with Ivy wasn’t surprising, she always had something wrong with her from the moment he met her. She was comatose, confused, or suffering because of her possession, but Seichi had never had any problem identifying the problem before. He had always just known, either because she was obvious or because Seichi just knew her.

The boy’s thoughts did not abate when Miyu entered the room and his eyes didn’t leave an irrelevant spot on the wall. He barely even recognized that she came in to the room; his mind was too occupied elsewhere for that and his eyes too infatuated with the spot on the wall. The perceived apathy continued as she spoke to him, his attention never deviating to her. When she asked her the question, his mouth automatically responded, without his brain actually considering what she actually asked.

“No.”

Seichi’s mind kept going back to their walk home from the coliseum, where his rather quick departure from the rooftop made him seem like a rather large ass. She had told him a lot in a very short time, so it was understandable for him to be unable to process it all, but it was still something of a slap to her face that he had, even if it wasn’t intentional, completely ignored what she had opened up to him. He felt an exasperated sigh forming in his throat, but he would not get the chance to enunciate it.

Seichi’s mind was not focused at all and it was not surprising that he did not realize what was happening until half way through it started happening. There was a strike and succinct shock from the woman’s finger that shook Seichi out of his reverie and caused his head to snap back, his eyes barely able to trail down and look at his assailant as he grabbed his arms and threw him back on to the examination table before straddling him like he was a wild boar or something and diving under his shirt and prodding his not so modest muscles and ribs like she was working with a stress ball. The woman’s shock did not keep him stunned long enough to prevent his natural reaction(s) to being attacked like this to kick in and his face quickly become a deep shade of red and a large mass of sand formed directly behind the woman’s head, ready to rend her rather unconscious. He gulped his following words more than he spoke them.

"What...the...hell...are you...doing..."

“Your…what?”

Her words seemed to jostle his mind enough to realize exactly where her hips were resting and just how close he would need to be to smell the perfume and his face managed to defy conventional science and get redder still. His eyes slowly shifted to what was emitting the intoxicating scent and apparently got lost there as the next conscious thought the boy had was realizing that his shirt had magically gone missing and Miyu was kneading him like he was a particularly rough piece of dough. It felt good, but it wasn’t supposed to and somewhere in the back of Seichi’s brain he knew that, the plenty of knots she was finding not necessarily independent on how rigid his body got when he realized where she was sitting and as he watched her chest descend closer and closer to his face.

Their little scene was in desperate need of a bunch of censorship, which is why her comment came off as ironic more than anything, even to Seichi, who was still more or less stunned still by the sudden assault he found himself under, but he was slowly regaining motor function and the first on his list of things to do was to throw his head back and away from the woman’s encroaching face and attempt to squirm free from her tantalizingly grasp.

“There’s…nothing…get offa me Hot Nurse Lady!”

Super Hot and now Freaky Nurse Lady would find that Seichi’s physical health was in peak condition, in every sense of the words healthy and peak. Seichi’s mental health at the moment was another matter entirely though as the fluctuating, ever softening and loudening word of reason in the back of his head that was screaming at him to use the fact that he was built like a refrigerator and easily twice her size to just force her off of him, but poorly timed chivalry would again be a weakness as her legs pincered down on his hips and kept his lower half from putting up much of a struggle. He thankfully still had whatever of his top half wasn’t being pleasantly kneaded in to submission.
The woman bent over to whisper something in his ear before speaking more words in to his ear. For a moment, all Seichi could do was stare blankly up at what could be assumed was her face, but more likely was one of those annoying patterns that hospitals had on their ceilings. A few more moments passed before Seichi’s mouth finally caught up with his brain, the two weren’t always on the same page.

“I don’t even know what that means! Pop what!? The only popping I’m worried about is you popping one of my joints or something!”

He didn’t have much control of his chest given the woman’s hand’s, so at most all he could do was flail his arms uselessly at his side as he remained blissfully ignorant of everything the woman said, except that she happened to be threatening him with telling Ivy he popped something. Was there a balloon somewhere in the room? If not he couldn’t imagine what in the world the woman was talking about, strange strange person.

“Now…Super Freaky Hot Nurse Lady…get offa me…I don’t wanna have to hurt you…”