Silent Affection: A Future Popee x [OC] Reader

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Olive heard beeping. 

Yes, beeping.

She signed to herself, anxious and eyes closed.

'Where is Kedamono,Olive?'

'Olive,where are you?'

'Olive, open your eyes. Stop being scared.'

Her eyes opened, drowsy. She tried to sit up, but her body stung when she did so. 

She looked down. Specks of blood were on her.... hospital gown?

She could not find her clothes, or wolf companion as she turned her head. She tried to get out of the bed, but oh, how it pained her. She sat still on the oddly warm bed.

She was confused. Did she make it into the building, or was this some sort of medical heaven? She decided to take in account her surroundings. Her arm had some sort of white tubing to it connected to a large white machine to the right. It had funny green lines moving, as they "entertained" Olive for a good minute. That was the machine making the beeping. Next to the girl were little clear vials. Only one of them had been filled with a dark red liquid, the same color that matched the specks on Olive's outfit. 

Blood.

Olive was tired. The rain poured a little lighter now. An electric clock on the wall to her left blinked 12:56.

How long did she 'go to sleep' for?

Her stomach growled, having not anything for almost 3 days in a row. She looked around to find her bag with the bread in it. It was gone. What would she do now?

A turning of the knob on the closed door drove her attention. A man walked in. 

Olive almost allowed her jaw to drop, seeing as it was the same man in her visions. She stole multiple glances at him, not believing her eyes.

His thick, yellow hair put up into pigtails. 

His dull and dark blue eyes, bags under them. Eyes that said, "Leave me alone."

Toned skin, and a faint black spot on his left cheek. Olive wondered where it came from.

Those thin red glasses, specks of dust in them.

He wore a lab coat, red and light pink turtleneck with a red stain on it, light tan pants that were messily assembled and rough dark red converses. 

The man stepped further into the room with a tray, on it three syringes and gauze. 

Olive avoided eye contact, still surprised.

He set the tray on the table near her, putting on gloves. He didn't seem to notice her, until she screwed up her timing and looking at him too soon. 

He eyed her, sending a cold gaze. She seemed inferior to it.

She quickly looked down, not wanting to cause anything and fiddled with the bandages on her right wrist.

The man sat in the wheeled office chair and rolled it next to Olive's bed not saying a word.

He grabbed one of the syringes and sterilized it.

Grabbing Olive's arm, he held it and inserted the thing roughly. Olive jumped, knowing if she could scream,she would.

The man simply said nothing, observing as the needle took blood and made it travel through a tube, waiting a few seconds before connecting an empty vial to it. The blood filled slowly, Olive shivered; the needle, or whatever this man had just sterilized it with, numbed her arm.

Once the man was seemingly satisfied with amount he got, which was oddly a lot, he disconnected the tube, taking out the syringe.

He put the equipment on the tray and opened the drawer, pulling out a clipboard and pen. Olive could've sworn that she saw a familiar round and black object. Maybe it was just her mind playing with her. After all, she did just wake up from a practical 3 hour coma. He ripped a paper out of the clipboard, throwing it away, and turned back to face her.

His dull expression didn't change as held the pen in hand and spoke.

"Name."

Olive was confused. Was he talking to her or just out loud?

He spoke again, this time annoyed.

"Name."

Olive assumed it was towards her.

She signed to the man, trying to get his attention with her hands.

'Olive'

It took the man a good minute to figure out what she was doing. He huffed angrily and started to write.

"Last name"

Olive thought hard, exhausted. she moved her hands,unsure.

'Don't know. I don''t.'

He saw her hands, raising an eyebrow at them.

"You seriously don't recall your last name?"

'No. I sorry. It's been quite long time.'

The man scoffed at Olive's awful speech, even in sign language form. To him, it was sh*tty.

"Age."

'Nineteen.'

He wrote that down, and calculated the year of her birth with it.

"Date of Birth."

She thought long about this.

'April. It third day in April.'

He wrote again.

"Parent(s) name?"

She thought the hardest about this. She did remember a lady she was a few years ago. Olive remembered the anxiety on her face at that point. Something in her felt gruesome. Perhaps it was just her stomach threatening to kill her if it didn't receive any food anytime soon.

She moved her hand slowly, trying to pull up something she remembered.

'L-Y-D-I-A. She is Lydia.'

"...."

She waited for the man's response. 

None.

He got up, eyeing Olive once before heading to the door with the tray and clipboard in hand. 

He mumbled and scowled something to himself, before leaving.

Looking back at Olive, he spoke annoyed.

"Don't call for me unless you actually need something."

Olive's stomach growled at the thought.

She tapped the bed and signed quickly, getting part of the man's attention.

'F-food! I get food?'

She was desperate for food. Her legs felt frail.

He eyed the clock, a scornful expression.

At this time, it was a period for late breakfast, for patients who didn't get anything between 9- 11:15 AM.

"...I'll be back."