After the officers leave the room feels colder and less safe, Dr.Kai is no where to be seen but that does little to ease your nerves, it does little to help the cold bite leave the air. A soft chill runs down your spine, a tingling sensation spreads through you, your flesh going goosepimply and hair standing on end. Fear seeps into your bones as you remember the strange light in Dr. Kai's eyes. He wouldn't really do anything illegal to you...right?
You don't know. Fear and uncertainty permeates the air, making it feel sticky with distrust and suspicion. It tastes unpleasant.
The stale air circulates the room sluggishly, the strong scent of chemicals beginning to resurface as your senses regress due to stress. The light breeze drifting into your room makes your flesh slightly cold, highlighting your loneliness by reminding you of the cold, emphasizing that Dr. Kai could be waiting to do experiments. The gloominess starts to drag at your mind restlessly, causing you to tap the bedframe slowly.
Tap, tap, tap. The soft metallic ting rings repetitively as your nervous tapping picks up the tempo, making a makeshift rhythm that fills the air with a sound unlike the robotic bleeps and beeps of the surrounding machines. The sound starts to calm your mind, slowly and carefully restoring your composure.
Tap, tap, tap. The atmosphere of fear and discomfort starts to evaporate.
Tap, tap, tap. The stale air starts to taste refreshing and clean.
Tap, tap, tap. Your nervous tapping continues, slowing as your mind becomes unchained and free of Dr. Kai's influence.
The air feels safer, the soft beeping of machines suddenly fade out making your ears feel less assaulted. The stale chemical taste starts to taste natural and fresh, instead of manmade and murky like mud. The feeling of safety overrides your nervous tapping and you slow. Slow. Slow. Stop.
Your twitching finger stops tapping, your muscle relaxing and allowing your finger to drop bonelessly against the metal frame of your bed.
Tap, tap, tap. The sound of flesh on wood fills the air. The soft tapping only means one thing, a visitor. Not the doctor, the doctor usually just barges in.
The creaks with sudden slow loudness. The creak is long and drawn out like an awkward moment, slow in its arch, slow to finish. The large door obstructs your view temporarily as the sound of a tiny figure enters, small soft tapping of feet on the floor. The sound is cute and familiar, filling you with a warm feeling that starts in your chest and spreads slowly and hotly through you in something dangerously close to arousal despite not having seen who has entered yet.
The familiar soft blonde hair edges the door, peeking out like a lost kitten who knows they aren't supposed to be there. The hair starts to become clearer and gain more volume as the entree peeks her head round the door in the same kitten like fashion that her hair had. The soft subtle curve of her cheeks are flushed with cute crimson concern, The beautiful pink of her irises are exposed to you in the cutest way as one half of her face remains hidden behind the door. The cute anime like mannerisms can only belong to one person. Can only mean that one person is at your door. The only person you want to see right now, the girl that had rocketed into your life and made you happier than you have ever been in your life (apart from the first time you got drunk). Akane finally poke the rest of her head and body from behind the door.
Stepping into the light like an angel revealing their form to a mortal. The soft gliding of her skirt, the small tapping of her shoes, the arousing bounce of her breasts as she steps out. The whole of Akane's body fills you vision, the whole of her standing, blushing worriedly with her hands held behind her back like some sort of soldier standing at attention. The sexy sway of her body makes your earlier worry and fear disappear, her feminine charm already infecting you despite her lack of trying.
Her hair is slightly rumpled and sticks up awkwardly in places, she has rushed pig tails that are lopsided. The rugged element of her appearance makes your heart flutter with both guilt and attraction. You know that her disheveled appearance is your fault for making her worry but at the same time the imperfection of her appearance makes you feel giddy and insanely attracted to her, the look give I don't give a fuck vibes and it suits her perfectly, in fact from your point of view everything suits her, every look and aesthetic because you can't imagine her her looking bad, can't imagine anything marring her perfect features and gorgeous looks.
In your eyes; even with imperfections, she is still the most perfect thing you have ever laid your eyes on, the slight Asian slant of her eyes, the soft features that make your heart flutter and the cute anime mannerisms that make your heart pump blood through you at an alarmingly quick rate often ending with a large amount of oxygenated blood flooding to your nether regions and making you fly full mast.
Just looking at her right now is a struggle not to pop a boner, surprisingly your doing quite well at controlling yourself.
"H hey h h how d d do y you f feel?" Akane stutters, her voice warbling cutely, bottom lip trembling slightly. Her eyes shine with unshed tear that makes guilt well up inside you to mimic the way her eyes well with tears. Your neck muscle flex up and down, making you nod vigorously, "yeah I'm fine," You manage, trying to sit up only for white hot pain to flare through you. You writhe slightly. The small pained sound that passes through your lips make Akane rush towards you almost like a long lost lover or a nurse.