Where in god's name am I...?

He kept his eyes firmly shut, too tired to move, instead trying to take in anything else he could absorb via sound or touch. There was a soft plush beneath him (he seemed to my lying on his back), and a breeze was rolling past him - probably from a window.

Why is Chrona curling me up on it again... And why did it leave the window open?

Groaning, he opened his eyes slightly, looking over to his right to notice a tall man in a white labcoat, with gray hair and glasses. He appeared to have something stuck through his head.

"Ragnarok, please, go back to sleep," Stein mused. He pulled a curtain around the bed, causing the area around it to darken, "You need your rest. You're still not strong enough to get up. Chrona is very worried about you, Ragnarok..."

What is he talking about...? I feel fine... Where is Chrona, anyways...?

The demon's eyes slowly shut once more as he fell back into a slumber.

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"Sir, when do you think he'll wake back up? It's almost been three days..."

Stein shrugged, looking over his shoulder at the sleeping figure in the infirmary bed, "I'm not sure, Chrona. He woke up a little bit the other day during classes, but he went out again within a matter of seconds." He sighed, "We'd have to move him into your room once he woke up. You two can't stay in seperate dorms, you're a pair."

Chrona nodded, biting it's lower lip and folding it's small hands together. "I know that," it mused, "I'm just worried about him. How am I supposed to keep going to school here if he's passed out all of the time?" It looked off to the floor, "I know that I say this too much, but I couldn't deal with it..."

"Oh, I bet you can learn to deal with this," Stein ushered, setting one of his hands on the top of Chrona's head. He smiled, chuckling to himself, "Listen, classes are about to start for today, alright? I know you want to keep an eye on him, but I need to leave. You should probably do the same, okay?"

With a solemn nod of agreement, Chrona watched the professor leave the small nurse's office. It stood up from it's small chair and walked over to the bedside, looking down at it's sleeping partner. Wow, Raggy, you look so... peaceful, it thought, shyly touching the top of his head. You'd hit me if you knew I was doing this, wouldn't you?

A very soft, tired groan came as a reply, causing the genderless to jump back. "R-Ragnarok?!" it stuttered out, cautiously walking back over to the bedside to shake at him slightly. "Ragnarok, was that you? If you're waking up, at least, I-I'd love for you to wake up..."

After a brief silence, a silvery eye slitted open on the sleeping patient, another groan passing his lips, "Chro... W-when'd you get so... so..." He drifted off, lazily lifting up one of his striped white hands in Chrona's general direction as black, X-shaped pupils in his eyes came into focus, "Far... away...?"

"Ragnarok, I'm not far away," Chrona said, a thin smile on it's lips. "That experiment the professor tried on you worked. He separated your soul from mine. You've got your own body now." It pressed the palm of it's hand against his forehead, underneath his dark black bangs, "I-I think you should try and get up, Ragnarok. You've been out for three days."

"W-wait, what?" he asked, managing to push himself up into a sitting position, batting away Chrona's hand. He looked down at himself, expecting to see his small black body connected to his partner's back, and was instead greeted with a man's chest, with a pale skin tone. He was covered in blankets, and he could tell that underneath them rested a pair of legs. A small smile came to his face, "Great. Well, this is definatley a nice thing to wake up to."

Chrona nodded eagerly, clasping it's hands together. "I know, Raggy, I know. Trust me, I would be happy too." It turned to the bedside table and opened a drawer, lifting out a bundle of gray clothing, and plopped it onto the bed, "Stein left you some of his old clothes for now, too. You're, um, you're kinda naked."

The demon snickered, flicking a bit of his hair behind his shoulders, "Good, I don't wanna be walkin' the halls nude." Taking the shortsleeved shirt and trying to fit it over his large shoulders, Ragnarok sighed to himself, "I'm amazed I haven't run out into the streets screaming about sweet, sweet freedom yet, gupi."

"I kinda am too," Chrona replied, simply going along with what he was saying as it helped him pull the shirt down. It smiled once more, looking up at his face, "I don't want to sound rude, but I really thought you wouldn't be so... w-well, I didn't think you'd... I figured you'd be ugly."

"Oh, was that a compliment I just heard?" Ragnarok taunted, poking at Chrona's forehead and sticking his tongue out. "Baww, you're bein' cute, giving me compliments already." Flustered, Chrona blushed, which caused him to laugh out loud, "You are a goofy little thing, aren't 'cha? You gotta stop bein' so embarrassed. Now turn away, my legs feel like noodles and I gotta put on some pants."

Quickly turning around and covering it's face with it's hands, Chrona blushed even more, it's eyes shut tightly. H-he's making me more embarrassed than usual, it thought, it's small shoulders shuddering, I really thought he wouldn't be so attractive. It shivered even more, W-why am I even thinking that about Ragnarok?! It feels so... awkward...

A small tap on it's shoulder snapped it out of it's flustered thinking. "Oi," Ragnarok mused, tugging on the back of it's dress, "you can turn around now and quit yer nervous twitches. I managed to get these things on, even though my legs feel like noodles." He lazily slung his legs over the side of the bed, setting his feet on the ground, "Yeesh. I love how he didn't give me socks. The floor's cold."

"I'm sorry about that," Chrona said, it's eyebrows setting back into their standard, sad position. "Listen, you stay here, alright? I-I should probably fetch Stein to help you out, he's been keeping an eye on you with me the whole time anyways." It quickly maneuvered itself around the bed, "I-I'll, um, I'll be back soon, 'kay?"

"Pssh. Sure, whatever," Ragnarok muttered, a sarcastic smile of his face as he crossed his arms. Watching Chrona scuttle off out of the corner of his eyes, he bit his lower lip, a soft breeze rolling through the open infirmary window once more. Good god, he thought, shutting his eyes firmly, it's going to be a long, long day, ain't it?