Starting from death - Law x Reader (Pt. 11)

Bop. Bop. Beep.

Bop. Bop. Beep.

Not again...

I turned my head, and my eyes fixed on the stupid plastic egg laying on the table with hatred.

"What now?" I grunted, reaching my arm to take it. I checked the hour on it, the only use that thing seemed to have. Fucking six in the morning.

I didn't know what to do with it anymore. I had read the instructions and I knew the damn chicken was supposed to go to sleep at night if I 'turned off the lights'. But for some reason it just kept beeping all night long, and despite I wouldn't have gotten any sleep anyways, that thing was driving me crazy.

It wasn't hungry. It wasn't dirty. But it didn't have too much happiness. I had tried playing with it before going to sleep, but I had been unable to win a single time, and the chicken kept getting mad at me. The controls should be wrong. It had to be that.

I half-closed my eyes, trying to get a better view of the screen in the semi-darkness of the room. I blinked when, instead of a round chicken moving back and forth, my eyes met with a black tombstone with some kind of ghost coming out of it.

No. Way.

Was it dead already? I hadn't been able to keep it alive not even for twenty-four hours!

I stared blankly at the screen for a few moments. Well, dead dogs don't bite. That thing wouldn't bother me again.

I left it back on the table and rubbed my eyes tiredly. I knew I wasn't going to sleep, but at least I had to keep trying.

My mind wandered back to the annoying device I was trying to ignore. There had to be a way to keep it alive for longer. A nurse had told me that thing was a child's toy. It couldn't be so difficult to manage!

I gave in with a huff and sat up to take the tamagotchi once again. I looked for the manual and reset it. A newly born chicken appeared on the screen. I fed it and observed how it moved from one side of the screen to the other.

I decided to play again with it and try to win, but I got the same result again and again. The animation of the round chicken looking angrily at me was starting to irritate me.

I don't know how I did it but in less than one hour it was dead again.

I stared at the screen with incredulity. This had to be a joke.

I debated among abandoning that thing inside of the drawer, trying one more time, or throwing the useless thing through the window. But for some reason, I couldn't give up yet. I decided I would keep it alive, no matter what. So I restarted the thing again, fed it, and set it aside.

It was going to be a long day...





"Good morning!" My heart jumped in joy when (Y/N)-ya's cheerful voice reached my ears the next morning. I had missed her so much the previous day... "How are you?"

"Tired." I replied with a lopsided smile that I tried to conceal as a carefree smirk. I hadn't been able to sleep a single hour since I last saw her, not even in the afternoon, and I was feeling quite exhausted again.

"Hmmm... I see. The nurses have told me you're not sleeping at all." She said in concern.

"It's okay, I'm used to it." I soothed her. But she clearly didn't buy it. I probably had huge dark circles by then.

"How is that? You sleep like a baby when I'm here with you." She noted.

I shrugged, not knowing what to answer. "The sound of the keyboard is kind of calming, I guess." I admitted.

"Today I'll stay after lunch as well, so you'll hopefully get some sleep. Yes?" She offered.

"Alright." The smile on my lips became more blatant.

"How's Chirp?" She asked.

"Dead." I plainly said, my mood darkening at the only reminding of all I had to go through because of that idiotic toy.

She giggled amused. "It died already?"

"Around fourteen times." I asserted.

She raised an incredulous brow. "Fourteen times? I gifted it to you less than two days ago." She laughed.

"That thing lacks any will to live." I grunted. "I had to kill it myself a couple of times, though..."

"What!? Can you do that?" She stopped laughing to send me a look of reproval and disbelief.

"I just fattened it up with candies and didn't heal it." I monotonously explained. She kept giving me a dirty look. "It's not my fault that thing was so stubborn. I tried to discipline it, but it wouldn't listen. It was better to end with its 'life' as quick as possible and try again."

"You're a psychopath. Couldn't you just reset the game? Did you have to kill the poor thing?" She protested placing her hands on her hips.

"Hm..." I honestly hadn't thought about that possibility. Not that it would have changed anything, I actually found quite entertaining to fed up the pitiful being until it died.

She turned to the table next to my bed, her eyes scanning its surface. "You obviously have no idea of how to take care of a living being. I don't know how you can call yourself a doctor. Please, never have kids."

I huffed. "My kids wouldn't be stupid virtual spheres, and that wasn't a living being."

"Where is it?" She asked, opening the drawer.

"I threw it to the toilet." I plainly replied.

She stared at me with her mouth opened. "What? Why?"

"The thing seemed determined to keep dying, so I decided to give it a decent entombment." I coolly asserted.

"You call 'decent' to throw it to the toilet?" She asked with a raised brow.

"It's the most decent entombment I could afford." I pointed out.

"I'm quite surprised at how childish you can act sometimes. I thought you were cunning and a bit hardhearted." She commented. For some reason her words bothered me. It kind of hurt that she though I was hardhearted. "At least it accomplished its goal, and kept you busy for a day." She rolled her eyes.

Short moments later the over-energetic woman of every morning insisted on us being a couple and threw us into the bathroom, so we proceeded to start with what had turned into our routine by then. Now that I was used to it, I could pay closer attention to smaller details I hadn't noticed before, like the gentleness (Y/N)-ya treated me with, almost lovingly, being careful not to touch my wounds and cleaning my body with delicacy to make sure she didn't hurt me. It was heartwarming that she voluntarily chose to take care of me, but I felt utterly taken aback after realizing how caring her actions were.

When we came out of the bathroom, a nurse entered with a glass full of peach juice and told me I could start drinking, and if I tolerated it, I would have something to eat at lunch time. I chuckled at (Y/N)-ya's excited smile. She was happy to see I was recovering and that fact made something inside of me stir.

She helped me to sit on the bed, and waited for the nurse to connect the IV and leave before handing me the glass. "Drink slowly so you don't force your stomach." She softly said.

I took a sip of the sweet beverage, realizing how thirsty I was. I did as (Y/N)-ya requested and took it slow, knowing it would be better, but it was clear to me it was doing me good. After so much time without drinking a single drop of water, the juice tasted heavenly.

I handed the glass to (Y/N)-ya muttering a 'thank you' and leaned my head on the mattress, which I had arranged into a half-sitting position that early morning.

"How do you feel?" She wanted to know.

"Great." I smirked. "How was the meeting?"

She blinked surprised. "Do you really want to know?"

"Of course." I assured, not understanding why it was so strange.

"Well... It turned out a little stressing, but everything went well." She started. "Uhm... Tell me if I talk too much." I nodded and listened as she related her day in enthusiasm, asking me from time to time if she was making me bored, which she wasn't.

Knock, knock

"Hello? I'm bringing the lunch." A quiet voice said from the door frame. Was it lunch time already? Time passed really fast when (Y/N)-ya was with me.

"Oh, thank you. Come in, please." (Y/N)-ya replied before sending me a happy look.

A nurse entered carrying a big tray. "He didn't have problems with the juice, right?" She asked.

"No, he's perfectly fine." (Y/N)-ya said looking at me for confirmation.

"Okay. I'm leaving the tray here. Enjoy your meal." The nurse left the tray on the free bed, took the empty glass and left.

(Y/N)-ya stared at the tray. "How cool, right? You can finally eat." She cheered. "Are you hungry?" I hummed in affirmation. "Okay. Let me see... I think this worked like this." She muttered to herself, moving the table next to my bed.

She raised a hidden piece of the table, making it larger, and made sure it was steady before placing it in front of me, so I could eat comfortably on the bed. She placed the tray on the table next. I studied the food: a vegetable soup, something that seemed like vanilla custard, a bottle of water and a piece of bread which I automatically discarded. It seemed I still wasn't allowed to eat too much, since I didn't have second course.

(Y/N)-ya sat on her usual spot on the chair next to the bed. I could feel her attentive stare as I rose my right hand, but it was quite painful, so I decided to use the left.

I cursed when I tried to spoon the soup and all the soup spilled back into the plate before I could near it to my mouth. I still was pretty weakened and my actions were a little clumsy. I tried one more time, but I wasn't used to eat with my left hand and I ended up sticking the spoon into my cheek.

I heard muffled snickers next to me and I looked at (Y/N)-ya from the corner of my eyes. She looked quite amused with the show I was unintentionally performing. I had to hold back a blush when she surprised me by grabbing a napkin and gently cleaning my cheek.

"Do you need help?" She sweetly offered.

"No, it's okay." I stubbornly refused, trying one more time. And failing, of course.

"I don't mind feeding you." She insisted. I ignored her words and tried again, getting worse results as I was starting to feel stupid and loosing concentration. "Give me that." She stole the spoon from my hand and took a small amount of soup before offering it to me. My eyes went from her to the spoon, not really wanting to give in and let her feed me. I wasn't a baby. "Oh, wait. It might be too hot." She mumbled before blowing softly to cool the soup on the spoon and offering it to me once again.

I averted my eyes to the side and finally opened my mouth, feeling how the blush I was trying so hard to contain warmed my cheeks. The soup was pleasantly warm, but it would in fact had been too hot if (Y/N)-ya hadn't blown it before.

"How is it?" She cutely asked.

"Good." I plainly replied, avoiding to look at her.

"Hospital's food are known for tasting horrible or not tasting at all, but I've always loved the food in here. I eat better when I'm here than when I'm at my own home." She pointed out before blowing another spoonful and offering it to me. "Let's turn on the TV. I always like to watch The Simpsons while I eat."

I didn't know what she was talking about, so I turned my eyes to the TV, waiting for her to find the channel. She smiled when she found it and took the spoon again so I could resume my meal.

Apparently, The Simpsons was a cartoon series about yellow people with no brows and four fingers. Weird. (Y/N)-ya caught my inquisitive stare and explained me what it was about. It sounded pretty simple, but she seemed to like it quite a lot.

I kept eating, watching the TV with her and sharing occasional comments, often followed by her beautiful laugh. I had branded TV as stupid and useless, but maybe I was wrong. If it could make (Y/N)-ya laugh, it couldn't be so stupid.

When the soup was gone, we moved on to the dessert, which turned out to be just what I had thought: vanilla custard.

"You don't want the bread, right?" She asked when I finished all the food. I shook my head, not surprised she knew I didn't like it. "I'll take it then. I'm going to the cafeteria to eat something. Are you okay? Can I leave?"

I smirked. "I'm fine. You can eat with calm." I soothed her.

She placed the tray on the free bed, and put the table as it was before. "We'll keep the water in case you feel thirsty later." She muttered, placing the bottle on the table next to me. "Well, if you're sure you're okay, I'll leave. I'll help you brush your teeth when I return."

I repeated I was fine and she didn't need to worry, so she said good bye to me and left.

I introduced my hand under the pillow, extracting the egg-shaped object hidden there, and stared at the annoying tamagotchi. I had actually intended to throw it somewhere, but I couldn't. The fact that (Y/N)-ya had gifted it to me made the idea of loosing it rather unpleasant, as much as I hated the device. But it made me embarrassed to know that I was so fond of it just because it reminded me of her, and I had decided to tell her I threw it away.

My hand closed around the colorful toy.

What was wrong with me?