NOVEL NEXT Chapter 38: Hospital
Nova slowly opened his eyes. He tried to get up but couldn't. He felt a sharp sting vibrating throughout his body. It was the accumulated damage he had taken from the brutal fight between him and the bully.
He tried to move his eyes, but even that wasn't possible. Although he couldn't hear anyone in the room, there was no point in trying to look for someone and strain his eyes further.
He lifted his hands, having difficulty, as he felt like he was lifting an entire planet. The doctors injected him with a ton of needles on both arms, which helped him feel less pain and recover faster. He saw how the bone was sticking out, all the flesh was repaired, and no redness was shown.
Then he softly put down his hand, smiling as he closed his eyes. He relaxed, as his body dearly needed rest. He shifted between his thoughts and quietness, questioning, to just awkwardness between him. At least it was only between him.
I wonder if Adam unlocked his ability during the match. He thought, knowing full well that Adam won. I wonder what it meant to be. From how much I know him, which isn't a lot, he could just have invisibility, since he doesn't like to talk and stay in the background.
Then, out of nowhere, another voice penetrated through his mindspace. It was the voice of an angel, a very familiar voice that he'd recognize anywhere and everywhere: "That was a very interesting match, darling."
Freya said it very erotically. Her voice sounded juicy, like a five-star steak; you could feel warmth and tenderness from each cut, from each bite. Her voice ran a chill through Nova, whose miniversion of him rose like the Leaning Tower of Pisa.
Nova cleared his throat, then said, clearly shy and nervous, as if he had never seen Freya before, but in reality, he was just craving her: "Thank you, sweetheart." He murmured, his voice slightly shaking. "I have missed your sweet, tender voice. I feel like I'll go crazy if I don't have a chat with your sweet, scrumptious lips." His words faltered with the surge and urge of desire. Of love. Of something tender and innocent. Or at least somewhat innocent. "I... I just want to be close to you now, right here, right now."
Freya's laughter echoed through his mind; it was soft and playful, betraying her desire for him, the lust for him. "I'm flattered," she said teasingly, a soft sadness in her tone. "I wish we could be together. But creation heeds my call."
"Of course, I understand," Nova said in a gloomy tone, which was reflected on his face. "Anyways, I have been thinking about Adam, and what his power might be. And this thought has been scratching me for the past minute or so. Like really itching. Do you have any advice on what I should do? To shut it."
Freya thought for a second, then realized that patience was the key to virtue, and said in her heavenly, goddess voice, which felt full of guidance and maturity, like a therapy session, but also had romance in the mixture: "I believe you should just wait to find out. You don't need to bother with such details as of yet. Especially since your mortal body is in a hospital. Darling, you need to rest." Then she said, to reaffirm his new limits: "You aren't the God of Destruction anymore. You have to with yourself a break as a mortal. So relax, and think of us together, erotically floating across the universe."
Nova instantly thought of her naked, being the little spoon, as they just cuddled, feeling safe with each other, being with each other. It wasn't too explicit; he just wanted to be with her, feel the warmth that he had felt with each passing moment when he was in Inner Heaven.
Nova was spread across the bed, body still in a goofy, exaggerated posture. His mouth was open just enough for a little drool bubble to puff out comically. His smile was wide and lopsided, almost too big for his face, with flushed cheeks that made him look lovestruck.
His eyes were half-shut, glazed in a dreamy, far-off way, as if he were completely lost in an erotic thought, which he was. The whole expression made him look more like a silly cartoon character than a creep.
Suddenly, the door opened, with multiple footsteps approaching him. Nova locked in, stopping his drool, getting out of his mind space, and reshaping himself. Then, as the footsteps approached quickly, we closed his eyes again, not wanting anyone who was in his room to know he was awake.
He wanted to secretly spy on the people, which, of course, he wasn't good at, since one of the people, being Marcus, already knew he was awake, but played along, like a lion getting scared when her cub sneaks up on her.
"Nova will recover, I do not doubt it," Marcus said cheekily, side-eyeing Nova slightly. Nova could feel the slight glare, which made him smile slightly at the edges, enough for only Marcus to catch.
"Wh-when, do y-you thi-think he wil-will recover?" The voice asked, which sounded exactly like Adam. The same type of stuttering, the same tone and accent.
Nova struggled on the inside about whether he should expose to Adam that he was awake or not. But he did like drama, which meant that instead of waking up now, he could wait two to three days until enough drama was created that he could tell others if he was really going to recover, or stay dead.
Marcus laughed tumultuously, which started to break Nova, since he didn't want to expose himself as being active, as Adam remained confused, and even somewhat scared, since Marcus's laugh was somewhat dark and villainous.
"Get up, Nova," Marcus said, still laughing, his voice low and deep, cutting through the air.
Adam's eyes darted between the two, not knowing what was happening, not knowing if both of them were playing him, or if Marcus was just joking.