2spooky: The All-Saints Pyschiatric Hospital

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Four cases of beer, a bet, and a dare. That was how it all started.

The beer had been Tecate and it'd been bought by someone's older brother, since not a one of them was older than seventeen. The bet had been that the Heat wouldn't win against OKC, and in fact would lose by at least fifteen points. The dare had been at the discretion of the winner. Aomine had had way too many of the beers, had claimed that Miami would win, and had scoffed at the idea that any dare would be too tough for him to see through.

A day later, while still nursing the worst kind of hangover, he was cursing himself, his asshole friends, and the fucking failure of the Heat defense for his current situation.

All-Saints Psychiatric Hospital hadn't been a hospital since the 50s; supposedly it'd just been records storage before finally being shuttered for good sometime in the 1980s. Now, it was a derelict ghost sitting on the edge of new suburban sprawl, it's crumbling facade obscured by trees, an overpass, a hill, and distance. Once you got past the high fence and heavy, bolted gate, you might as well have been in another world, one overrun with grass, weeds, twisted shrubs, and patchy trees. There'd been a cobblestone drive, once, now a river of potholes and ugly, standing water, and there'd been a grand entryway with stone steps and metal handrails, all of it twisted and crumbling now, reduced to crumbling concrete and rebar.

Inside, it's a fucking tomb. It's cracked tile and peeling wallpaper with long streaks of black mold; it's graffiti and broken glass, and rotted doors hanging off rusted hinges; it's a single, abandoned hospital bed, it's padding slashed open, laying on its side near a set of doors that says OFFICES. It's utter silence, except for a faraway dripping and Aomine's own pounding heart.

He just has to go to the second landing. The stairs off the main atrium were secure and sound, he'd been told, and there was an observation deck up top that looked down on the dusty, cracked reception desks. All he had to do was walk up, take a few selfies, make a video shot down the long, dark hallway toward the first ward, and then get the fuck out.

His hand tight around the smartphone in his pocket, Aomine hustled toward the grand, wide stairs littered with leaves and garbage, and pretended that he wasn't fucking terrified.

At the very least, it was still daylight outside; it was 10 AM on a balmy Saturday in Spring.

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[psalmed]

There was a funny correlation. When Lia kept unbuttoning her top, the orderly stayed put. Still watching, but sometimes he would even retreat a step. She pretended he wasn't in the room at all, that she only had eyes for Aomine.

She was a bit nervous. That was obvious in the nervous flicks of her fingers because after a hard day she could have the uniform unbuttoned in less than two seconds if it meant she could fall into bed sooner.

"I am keeping you busy," Lia replied easily. "Your mouth in particular." She had rehearsed it, somehow. Sometime. Underneath the uniform is a bra. White and standard issue, unremarkable except it's a bit too small for her so there's more swell of her breast visible at the top.

"If you would tell me your name this would all be better for you." Being here. Maybe she could find his family based on that alone.

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This wasn't the first time he'd seen a girl's bra. He'd had a girlfriend once, for all of three weeks, and he'd been pretty damn proud of himself for how quickly he was able to get down that far, even if he hadn't gotten any further than that before the breakup. But the sight hit him like a ton of bricks anyway, making him jerk on the bed and, much to his shame, caused a visible change in the state of his erection.

"How the fuck...what does that - "

He stumbled over the words plus another curse, doing the exact opposite of what he was supposed to, apparently.

"What does my name have to do with you taking off your top...?"

Aomine swallowed hard, shaken, and, now, horny. He was horny. He was staring at the slight rise of her breasts over her bra. He was terrified, and he was horny, and he choked out a word without meaning to.

"D...aiki."

His first name. In Japan, during the summer, he always used his last; but during school, in the States, it always had to be his first. It was habit now.

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"Daiki?" Lia echoed it, but the pronunciation wasn't quite right. Had he been trying to say something else? Babbling something? She was distracted as well.

"Nothing with your name. With keeping you quiet...well some people have suggested you should just be gagged all night. A metal thing they keep in your mouth so you can not bite your tongue. A terrible thing. But I thought I could keep you quiet..." She hopes. Perhaps it would have been easier simply explaining but the orderly definitely wants to see Aomine suffer for biting him. And headbutting him. And everything else.

The skirt of her dress was next, pulled up to show that the stockings visible at her ankles were thigh-highs, held up with ribbons and garters rather than anything more modern. Lia trembled, hesitated, felt the movement of the man at the door. "It is for your own good though. We will make you better and part of making you better...giving you better activities. Your vocabulary will improve." And the orderly wouldn't suffocate him. Maybe.

"How old are you? Where are you from?" Maybe those questions would make more sense to her.

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He nodded, just as distracted. That was his name. But it was followed immediately by shaking his head, stunned by her words. He didn't want to be gagged; he didn't want to be here at all, but it was already bad enough. He was already this helpless. He couldn't bear the thought of more.

But it was hard, as well, to be properly alarmed by it. Not when her top was open and her dress was pulled up and he couldn't deny, anymore, that this wasn't what he was thinking it was. She was going to, where they...was it sex? It had to be. That was what these things meant. ...right? He'd never had sex before, though he knew plenty about women and their anatomy, like any boy his age with an internet connection would know. Aomine bit down on a noise in his throat, shuddering under his blanket. There was no denying now that he was hard, the tent in the sheet humiliating in its prominence and in how little there was that he could do about it.

He was hot, now. Not just warm. "I'm...seventeen. I'm seventeen."

Aomine's voice was thick. He had to swallow before giving his next answer.

"Tokyo." He would've named which part, but the name of the town left him, and didn't come back.

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"Do you know anything about girls? Have you been with them?" Seventeen is so young. Desperately so and too young to have been drafted. But she does recognize the name of the city and Lia froze, staring at him, hoping no one else had overheard.

"You can not say that. You can not...you can not be that. It is just the medicine talking. Do not tell anyone else." They were at war, after all. But the more Lia thinks on it the more obvious it is. She shoved the thoughts away, instead working her dress until it is a ring of fabric around her waist.

She shivered, but not from the temperature. Seventeen. Nearly D'Eon's age really and she must not think of that She must think that this is for the better and if he has something else to do with his tongue he will not use it to get in trouble so much.

Her bra came off. Tossed to the side and Lia kept her back to the orderly. The view was for Aomine, breasts high and firm and her nipples pink and perked up with cold or nerves or whatever else. He couldn't touch, of course, but she at least leaned closer to him with her hands sliding through his hair.

"You will be good for me? And then I can be good to you."

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"I - kind of, a little bit--"

Normally, he'd boast. He had sure as hell boasted to his friends on how far he'd gotten with his ex and how quickly. But it was a stutter when he said it, as shaken as the rest of him, and he would have squirmed from his embarrassment if not for that sudden change.

What?

Why does that matter...?

Aomine would have asked her if she hadn't neatly and permanently blasted those thoughts from his mind. There was her underwear, white like her bra, and the proper-yet-naughty garters that kept her stockings up. There were her bare breasts, the first he'd ever seen in real life, and a moment later they rested oh-so-lightly on his chest, a sheet and nothing more between them and his skin.

He could feel her pert nipples. He nearly choked on his breath. He definitely shivered, hard and all the way down to his bones, and clenched his teeth, his expression tight with surprise, and shock, and helpless arousal.

"I-I...fuck, this is - " Crazy, he almost said. Almost. His cock gave a hard throb and cut him off before he could.

It'd be easy to say yes. It'd be easy. He wanted to. He wanted to. The throbbing in his body wanted him to.

Aomine couldn't say it. But he nodded, the motion jerky and halting.

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"Good enough." That he hopefully at least knows about a little about girls. His body isn't protesting but how could it? She pressed against him easily and she noticed the muscles again. Certainly in good shape and amazing for seventeen.

"I am glad to hear you will strive to behave." She hadn't heard it. He had only nodded but Lia took that as well. She straddled him, sitting on his stomach rather than any lower.

She pressed her chest forward, against his face. Soft. He didn't have a beard to scratch at her. Her skin was warm, flushed a little, and she moved against his mouth. That much would be more obvious, wouldn't it? Instinctive?

Her fingers combed through his short hair and she tried to forget. Tried to get him to forget anyone else was there. "Use your mouth for something more useful than swearing." She would worry about everything else later. Everything that wasn't pressing to keep him sane and safe.

"There...good. Just lick and suck. Do not bite hard..." How much coaching would he need?

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Holy shit.

For a few seconds, he could only be stunned. He'd thought, hoped - but this kind of thing couldn't be real. On top of all the impossible changes, on top of the fact that he was still absolutely certain that this place was abandoned and everyone in it was actually dead, there was this.

Holy shit...

This was every teenage boy's fantasy. This was his fantasy. A beautiful woman, willing and gorgeous, pressing her tits right up against his--

Aomine groaned. He couldn't help it. He groaned and his lips moved over the pliant weight of her breast and it was over. He couldn't not. He couldn't stop himself. All he could do was take a shaky breath and nod again, and then drag his lips purposefully over the swell of one tit, pressing down wetly, clumsily stuck somewhere between a kiss and a suck. It was awkward because his range of motion was so limited; his arms were yanking, restless, because he wanted to touch, not just...but this was good, too. He sucked again, more purposefully, and nuzzled against and between her breasts, and licked along the side of one, shivering, eager, shocked by the treat and dazzled by her smell: sweet, clean, but musky, too. It'd been a long day, she must have sweated at least a little.

He was panting before he even made it to one nipple. He had to roll his head some, soft skin pressing on both of his cheeks and against the bread of his nose, but eventually he pushed and prodded with his chin and was able, finally, to feel the hard peak of her nipple on the bed of his tongue. He groaned again, his cock visibly twitching, and closed his whole mouth around her, tip and areola and all - maybe a little too hard, but he fixes it after a moment. Then it's just long, reverent sucks, each one ending in a heavy, and unsteady, lap of his tongue.

[psalmed]

There was certainly a level of enthusiasm with this. Lia was surprised, half jolted, because it felt good even with that level of clumsiness. There was something sweet about it, something more intense than the rough gropes from a man who got too handsy too quickly. Maybe because he was more appreciative.

He liked it. Had to like it, if his burgeoning erection was any indication. There was relief in that as well because Lia was not sure what protocol was for doing this with someone no matter how bound or how insane they were. Better her than the orderly and, guiltily, she is very glad it is her and not simply for Aomine's sake.

"Aah-that is good." The cry was sharp when he sucked, a little harder than she thought he would. Not painful...but it made heat settle in her groin, spread through her belly at an alarming rate and how long had it been she had felt something like this?

Lia alternated. Let him suck at one breast and guiding him to the other. She pressed tight against his face, enough to nearly smother him, or backed up so he could actually see but would have to mouth at her more than anything else.

He would probably feel her through the sheet. The crotch of her panties getting hotter, wetter, the little twitches of her body against him. She whispered praises, cooed encouragement, all with the strokes to his hair. "How far have you been with a girl?"

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God, god help him, but it was good. He was shocked to hear it from her, knowing as little as he did as to why she was doing this or why it was happening at all, but he didn't think she was wrong. He had no idea how good he was performing but it felt great anyway, and felt even more great to know that she liked it, too.

He could almost forget where he was. He could almost forget that he was strapped to a bed in a place that didn't exist.

"I...this is...the farthest. This is the most I've ever done."

The admission was panted and embarrassed, but honest, and came more easily than any other answers so far. His resistance was crumbling the longer he felt that warm, damp spot spread on the sheet, the sensation causing his skin to prickle and his muscles to seize. His face was hot and sweaty by now, his mouth slick with saliva, but he didn't think about that: he was staring up at her, transfixed, shivering and excited. He was gradually becoming aware of how tight and painful his groin was, but with her tits against his face, or in his mouth, he couldn't care just yet.

After his answer, he tentatively tried his teeth, just a small tug on the tip of her nipple, before, more bold, he tugged a bit harder, pressing down on the nub while licking at it at the same time.

[psalmed]

"I will be gentle on you then." Well, as gentle as she could be. They had an audience. The audience was growing restless with this even though Lia thoroughly enjoyed it. His teeth drew a soft gasp from her lips and then a deeper moan. "Daiki...." A whisper. And the only one he'd get of his name for the time being because no one could know what his name really was.

Her panties were soaked, sticking to her, sticking to the sheet. This had build up, this needed to be done.

She pulled away, reluctant, leaning down to kiss him on the mouth very lightly. Her fingers worked at her underwear and she slipped her panties down and off. The garter belt was left on for practicality. The orderly leered. Lia ignored him.

Beneath the white fabric was a strip of hair, a darker gold than that of the hair on her head but still pale. She had at least taken time to groom and clean up in her room but she could feel her face flush a vibrant color. "Can you...lick me?"

An awkward question. She was already moving up the bed to straddle his shoulders and hope for the best.

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This was...she...

He had...never--

Aomine's brain short-circuited a little bit then. Looking at girls on the internet was one thing; seeing a woman so close that he could feel her heat on his cheeks and his chin was something that was worlds different. His breath caught in his throat and he just...he stared. It was something he couldn't help, either. He stared, almost comically read, and then he panted out a pained, lustful noise, so wound up and so shocked that at first, that was the only answer he could give. He was lucky he could still breathe at all, though every time he did, a warm, saline scent filled his mouth and his nose.

Is this what a woman...

Aomine couldn't even see her as a ghost, right then, though he knew she had to be. She was just Lia and his lower lip trembled from just how much of her he was allowed to see.

For a moment, it almost looked like he wouldn't do it. But after what felt like a life's worth of hesitation, Aomine skipped the part where he answered yes, or nodded, or anything that might make him croak or whimper, and instead opened his mouth and, tentatively, drew his tongue up along the slick line of her cunt.

It's hot.

He swallowed again, his thoughts swimming, his heart going a million miles a heart.

It's so hot...

He licked again, and then again, testing, trying, humiliated by his uncertainty but unwilling to stop. With every slow swipe, his cock gave another hard throb, and by the fourth, he moaned quietly, stricken by lust and squirming in his restraints. He had to lift his head up, a crick pinching in his neck, but that didn't stop him, either, and, breathing in her scent, he dipped his tongue down into her folds, moisture sticking to his lips and pricking on his tastebuds.

There was, by then, a dark spot on the sheet where his cock, so stiff it hurt him, leaked a liberal amount of precome.

[psalmed]

Had she scared him? Perhaps. Lia was close to backing off, to calling the entire thing off, when she realized that he was staring not out of disgust or fear but simply because he didn't know. It humbled her, it made her feel a wave of guilt, but also a wave of pleasure because she was his first. She could be gentle with him. Could teach him more.

"You only..." But he licked then. Lia gasped. Her fingers tightened in his hair and she tugged just a bit, unable to help herself. He licked and it felt amazing. Her clit was swollen, the wetness of her sex flushed with blood and the little licks shouldn't have had her heart pounding but they did.

One hand slid to cup the back of his head, to help take the pressure off. She guided him a little higher, to the nub above, let him explore at his own pace but maybe with a few extra nudges....

She had reached backward to steady herself, fingers contacting with his erection and that made her tighten, made her entire body clench with need. Lia released the air in her lungs in a soft moan. Quiet and delicate, almost demure, except for the way she rubbed against his face for more sensation.

"S-sorry," She claimed after another moment, shaky and uncertain but certainly enjoying all of this, even with their audience.

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Sorry.

Later, maybe, he'd asked her if she was sorry that she was doing this to him, or if she was sorry that she had put him here. It was still her fault, all of it; it'd been her voice, and her touch, and her face that he'd followed here. Was she sorry for the hours he'd been strapped to this bed, screaming for help?

But Aomine couldn't ask about that. He'd forgotten it all. There was fire in his veins, a sluggish sensation like lava, and all he could bring himself to care about was how his tongue felt like it was melting and that dampness was collecting in the hollow under his chin. He didn't even consider the fact that his state could be attributed to anything other than the woman resting on his shoulders, or that the numbness in his brain might be a part of it; instead, he eagerly followed her guidance, his lips bumping against the stiff, hot little button of skin. He sucked in a breath, and then licked her there, too, and closed his lips around to suckle on it like he had suckled on her breasts, gentle at first but too eager and needful to control himself for very long.

Needless to say, her fingers made him jumped. He whimpered against her cunt, his hips twisting, and the drag of the sheet over his cockhead was almost torturous, a drag that titillated but provided no real relief at all. He'd forgotten as well that they were being watched and didn't realize what it must have looked like, all his pitiful squirming with his cock swaying under the blanket, but the need was crawling over him now, smothering him, and he sucked and lapped at her clit desperately, his bedframe rattling from how he pulled at it.

He wanted to hear her moan again. He wanted to touch her, but if he couldn't do that, he wanted to hear more of those sounds.

It wouldn't be enough, he knew that it wouldn't, but still--

[psalmed]

She hadn't meant to touch him that way, either. Hadn't meant to raise his hopes or make that any worse. But it was a normal reaction. A normal physical response even if some of the people who worked here would scold him for that. Or do worse.

Lia felt the frame of the bed rattle. Heard the metallic noise of the joints in it creaking. Aomine was young and strong and big and she wondered if he could rattle the whole thing loose.

It was an idle thought, however. She was too distracted by his lips. The harsher suck at her clit made her gasp, moan out in a low and ragged way, soft and breathy. The noises got more frequent as well. Little whines and quiet moans.

Like before, his efforts were clumsy but more than enough. It had been so long and the stimulation was so good. The situation was good, if she was brutally honest with herself. "Just...only a bit more. Daiki."

It would be a sin. Worse of a sin than this, getting that final pleasure from it, but she couldn't quite resist. That or reaching back and gripping his cock through the bedsheet.

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More. He could do more. God, he wanted to do more, so much--

"A-ahh, ah, I..."

His gasping was understandably muffled and his moan was low and wet. He gave up trying to reply at all almost immediately and instead redoubled his efforts, putting all his attention into her clit and all the different ways that he could curl his lips around it and run his tongue over it. There was the thought of using his fingers, too, of maybe reaching up and plunging them into her wet cunt, but despite how hard he yanked on his arms, that still remained impossible. He whined from the lack and looked downright pained, from that and from how sensation lanced across his nerves the moment she touched his dick.

"Aahh!!"

If he weren't such a young man, and if his blood wasn't so thick with drugs, it wouldn't have been possible for him to come from that alone. But he was young, and he was desperate, and he was stunned by the sudden pressure, so much so that white flashed in his eyes and it was all over much, much too quickly.

If nothing else, his cry vibrated right against her clit and his upward surge ground his face and his tongue against her mound, his tongue hot and heavy on her clit and his lips sucking and moving against her own.

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Lia moved, rubbing against him, lewdly pressing against his mouth to get more and more of that incredible feeling. It was wrong, all of this. Being in this room, letting him touch her, letting the orderly watch. But she had long ago lost control of the situation.

She felt his dick buck in her hand, the spill of wetness and that was it for her, really. The cry she gave was louder, too loud, and she shuddered against him as she peaked. Wetness coated his chin as she twitched and trembled, fingers tightening horribly on him.

There was quiet in the room after. Only her panted breaths with Aomine's and she carefully shifted backwards, flushed and sweating, body still buzzing with the sensations. "That was..." A lot of things. Amazing. Wonderful. But also something that shouldn't have happened.

The orderly had his cock out, pleasuring himself. Lia looked away quickly, started to reach to pull her panties back up. "I should...I should clean you up."

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"I..."

It took him some time to come back from that. He felt sluggish still - the drip still going - and awash with afterglow. It'd been good, so good that he was left wondering what had happened, and the orderly was well on his way to orgasm before Aomine actually began to remember where he was and, subsequently, what they had just done.

He was sticky. Hot. Wet. There was a spreading, cooling, uncomfortable dampness, and he realized that he was strapped to a bed in a hospital room. Abortively, he tried to raise a hand to wipe his face, remembered that he couldn't, and then felt shame clutch in his chest. He looked at her, stunned anew by hew nakedness, and then saw the orderly, and then abruptly yanked his head to the side, overcome, humiliated, his chest getting tighter and tighter. He stared at the window and tried, desperately, to not hear the orderly's short, harsh breaths.

What did I just...what...

No -

"Why..."

His voice was hoarse and strange. He tasted her when he moved his tongue.

"Why did you..."

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Lia looked for a moment like she might cry. The rush of feeling gone, the blinders off. She looked at him with an exquisitely sad expression as she took a cloth and dampened it with water.

"Do not talk about it with anyone else, understand?" Her first thought is to how much he might be punished, then to herself and how she will lose everything. There is shame and guilt and that is why she is trying so very hard to ignore the orderly.

She wiped his face with utmost tenderness, offered him a sip of water before she moved to clean off his stomach and his cock. There was nothing to do for the sheet and she sighed lightly. "If I undo your ankles...will you promise not to kick? Then I can get you under the covers more properly."

Lia was totally ignoring the issue at hand. Bustling around him like distraction could make this better. "I will keep you safe, Daiki. Please trust me."

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The more time that passed, the more distressed Aomine became. There was something wrong with him; there was something wrong with all of this. His expression changed from exhausted and satisfied to alert and terrified, and he began to twist on the bed again, shame and denial in every line of his body, and more so when he was exposed to the air.

Naked, still. Trapped, still. And he had -

"No. No no no, let me go, what the fuck--"

The panic was coming back. All the fear. He was most certainly going to kick if she undid his restraints, already tense, already heaving against the straps, yelling.

"Let me--"

His ears popped.

"--go!!"

He heaved, rolled, and crashed to the floor, dust and dried leaves flying up against his body. A rat skittered away from him, out of sight, and the afternoon sunlight streamed in through dirty windows. His clothes were back on, though the familiar weight of his phone was still gone.

Around him, the ruins of the hospital were silent.

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" Do not..." Lia began to protest. He was going to hurt himself. He was going to bring other staff running. She yanked her dress up, fingers flew over the buttons. "Please. You have to stop...."

Her voice grew fainter and then it was gone entirely. Aomine was alone. In the same room, but without the trappings. Nothing but a rusted metal frame. No orderly and no Lia.

It was quiet. Nice and nearly peaceful except for the hum of insects outside.

Of course when Aomine made it to the hall it would change. The way Aomine had come down the hall was blocked, barricaded by rubble that hadn't been there before. Somewhere down the hall, a woman was crying.

An image of a blond would periodically appear down the hall, collapsed on the floor with hands over her face. Broken, but disappearing whenever Aomine got too close.

"Watch out." Another warning, whispered as he found rotted floor boards.

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There wasn't really time to think. Aomine was a simple guy; he didn't have to ponder things over. He saw what was right in front of his face and acted, mainly on gut and instinct.

His instinct told him to run.

The rubble shocked him, but he saw it, accepted it, and spun around. The woman was worse; he didn't want to see her. The first time he spotted her, he immediately turned around and rushed down a different hallway, the sound of his shoes pounding on the floor and the noise of his own harsh breathing far too loud in the silent space. The next time he saw her, he took the opposite time and when he heard her whisper, he stopped and ran back, back and back until he'd found another path, and a downward staircase.

He had to get out. He had to get out.

Going as fast as he was, and recklessly as he was, it was inevitable that he would trip. He didn't heed those warning whispers when they came to him, instead running faster and lashing out with his arm.

"Get off, get off-!!"

And so, his foot caught on a jutting board and he tumbled, crashing to the floor and skidding into a metal door with a harsh, ugly clang.

Immediately, pain blossomed in his shoulder and traveled down.

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"No! Do not hurt him!" A near yell followed Aomine, almost real. Lia's voice. "Just let him be and I will take care of it." From one room in particular. Aomine had reached a nicer point of the hospital. No bars on the window, but there's clearly been some water damage.

The floor began to splinter, Aomine's weight enough to damage weakened wood and it was clear there was another floor beneath him. The silence came back when he fell, leaving him in peace for a few moments.

But only a few. The ghost hands were back, taking his good arm to pull him up. "Not here. You can not be here. Back down this hall. To the left. There are doors..."

The whisper was cut off suddenly with a pained cry. The lights in the hallway began popping, bursting apart in a blizzard of glass. Lia was standing before him again, but only when he didn't stare. Visible from the corner of his eye as something grabbed at his ankle and tried to pull him back.

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His left arm felt numb, his fingers hot and twitching. There'd be a nasty bruise there before long. He would need...shit, ice? A compress. Pain killers. If he were at school, he'd just grab the first aid kit and -

Fuck, oh fuck...!

"Get the fuck off me-!!"

The momentary shot of pain had made his mind wander. He realized a few seconds too late that there was someone holding his ankle and, worse, that the floorboards were breaking under him. For a single dangerous moment he thrashed and kicked backwards, trying to hit his invisible assailant, but he heard the floor groan, right next to his ear, and instantly froze. If he fell, he'd probably...he'd die, wouldn't he? If he hit his head, he'd die.

He'd be stuck here for real, after all. With them.

So Aomine froze and was thusly yanked backwards without resisting, his hands on his head and the vision of Lia just visible at the edge of his vision. Instinctively, he covered his head with his hands as the lights burst, protecting them from the shower of glass, though there was nothing he could do about the acrid scene of ozone that filled his nostrils.

There was pressure in his ears. Dread began to build in his chest.

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"He says he does not want to be here-" But the words were apparently falling on deaf ears. The glass continued to shatter and Aomine was pulled backwards. Almost like he was falling through the floor, the sensation no doubt disorienting and sickening.

"More intensive treatment will be necessary." That time it was a male voice. Nasal and disinterested. "I trust you won't have a problem delivering it, nurse?"

Aomine would find himself naked again except for a blanket wrapped around him. Strapped to a table but with enough slack to be able to move, however slightly. Of course there was still that heavy sensation in his head, in his bloodstream, and another nurse was withdrawing a needle from his arm by the time Lia touched his face.

"It will not hurt at least. Alright, Trouble? You have been so difficult toward everyone..."