Aomine shook his head. As calm as she sounded, as real as the bed felt, as much as it looked like the room was just built yesterday, it wasn't...it wasn't real.
...but what was it then, if not that? He didn't have an answer. "No. No no no. You're crazy. You're fucking crazy, this isn't a hospital."
There were her hands again. Aomine jumped, surprised, and then squirmed, realizing by now what she was after. His heart raced and his face got hot, his expression full of alarm and boyish panic. "Stop! Hands off!! Don't--"
His fucking underwear.
They didn't go easily. They were tight to begin with and as sluggishly as he was moving, he could still press his legs together. He even managed to curl his fingers in the elastic, which necessitated some pulling, and caused a momentary tug-of-war. There was no strength in his grip, though, and eventually there was a snap of elastic against his skin, and then they were out of his reach and off his body entirely. He was naked.
Aomine yelped, this time. He wriggled a hand under his body to cover himself and resumed a much stronger effort to get away from her, enough so that he was able to get his shoulders over to other side of the bed, if not yet the rest of his body. He was able to grab the windowsill and start to pull himself up. There weren't bars on this one; if he banged it hard enough, maybe -
"You're crazy! You're crazy!"
The elastic wasn't the only thing that snapped. It all came rushing back, the panic and the terror, hastened by the slammed door and a look over his shoulder at what both Lia and the orderly were doing.
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Date: 2015-10-09 09:58 pm (UTC)...but what was it then, if not that? He didn't have an answer. "No. No no no. You're crazy. You're fucking crazy, this isn't a hospital."
There were her hands again. Aomine jumped, surprised, and then squirmed, realizing by now what she was after. His heart raced and his face got hot, his expression full of alarm and boyish panic. "Stop! Hands off!! Don't--"
His fucking underwear.
They didn't go easily. They were tight to begin with and as sluggishly as he was moving, he could still press his legs together. He even managed to curl his fingers in the elastic, which necessitated some pulling, and caused a momentary tug-of-war. There was no strength in his grip, though, and eventually there was a snap of elastic against his skin, and then they were out of his reach and off his body entirely. He was naked.
Aomine yelped, this time. He wriggled a hand under his body to cover himself and resumed a much stronger effort to get away from her, enough so that he was able to get his shoulders over to other side of the bed, if not yet the rest of his body. He was able to grab the windowsill and start to pull himself up. There weren't bars on this one; if he banged it hard enough, maybe -
"You're crazy! You're crazy!"
The elastic wasn't the only thing that snapped. It all came rushing back, the panic and the terror, hastened by the slammed door and a look over his shoulder at what both Lia and the orderly were doing.
"None of this is real-!"