"No shit, , that's why I'm here to begin with." Despite resting practically all of his weight on Shinra, Izaya was still being so rude, that the doctor considered dropping him, but only for a second.
Pain brought out the worst in people, and even Izaya seemed fazed by it, which, in some twisted way, was almost endearing, because it confirmed that the informant really was human.
"Quit your bitching, flea, or I'll smash your teeth in." Shizuo grumbled, clenching his hands into tight fists, while trying to keep in mind that one, Shinra's apartment would suffer considerable damage if he lost control of his anger, and two, the flea was already injured to begin with.
Kicking his ass now that he was weakened, could not only be considered an unfair victory, it was also the kind of sneaky crap scum like Izaya did. He simply refused to drop to that level, no matter how much the louse pissed him off.
Izaya ignored Shizuo's threat, not even sparing him a glance, as Shinra led him to the living room couch. Somehow, that angered Shizuo even more, than some stupid comment the louse might have thrown at him usually.
"So, what's wrong Izaya? Where does it hurt?" Shinra asked almost affectionately, which earned him a frown from Izaya, who sat on the couch.
"Someone has switched to pediatrics over night, huh? Well, it would make sense, with all the crazy kids out there bashing each other's heads in." Izaya rambled, his voice sounding clearer.
"Get to the point, Orihara-kun." Shinra said, setting the medical kit down onto the coffee table.
"Yeah. The quicker he's done with you, the faster you'll vanish from my sight, louse." Was Shizuo's comment, which was once again not paid attention to by said 'louse'.
"My shoulder's infected. I need some antibiotics." Izaya stated, ignoring the angry growl coming from the tall blond man, who was leaning against the wall a few meters away.
"How long has it been infected?" Shinra asked, cocking his head to the side slightly, as he remembered the last time he had treated Izaya, which was a couple of days ago, and recalled the man's reluctance to show him his wounds.
Well, that's what you get for not letting me treat you. Shinra inwardly sighed.
"I don't know, two to three days, I can't really tell." The informant answered, his brow slightly furrowed with tension, due to the fact that Shizuo was still in the room, and pain.
"Three days?!" Shinra choked out, which caused Izaya to look at him. "You know that you can get blood poisoning from such infections. Judging by the fever, I'd say you already do."
"Oh, come on, quit acting like you care." Izaya mumbled, so that Shinra barely caught it. A snapping sound in the background told him that Shizuo had heard it, and had let his anger out on some object.
"Shinra, if this bastard keeps on talking, I'm going to kill him for sure." Shizuo said almost casually, as if Izaya wasn't even here, and he was talking to Shinra about something completely trivial.
"Why the hell are you even here, troglodyte." Izaya countered, talking to the debt collector directly for the first time.
"Watch what you say, Izaya-kun." Shizuo snarled, which caused a poisonous smile to form on Izaya's lips.
"Aww, Shizu-chan is pretending to know what a troglodyte is. How cute~" Shinra half waited for Izaya to spit venom at them, because his smile looked so disgustingly misleading, and his voice had gained a sickeningly sweet tone.
"You fucking bastard!" Shizuo moved rather quickly. In a flash, he had grabbed Izaya by the collar of his jacket and yanked him forwards.
Izaya's smile was replaced by a pained expression, but he kept his eyes open despite the burning pain in his shoulder, and looked up into the blond's face.
"Shinra should just let you die from blood poisoning. He'd do everyone a favor." Shizuo said icily, before throwing Izaya back onto the couch and backing away, his breathing heavy.
Izaya was quiet for a moment, contemplating. Soon, he would have to go back to Shiki to report the results of his research, and considering what was most likely to happen there, he really did think dying might be an almost merciful option.
A bitter look snuck itsself onto Izaya's face, without his permission, or realization, the slight lowering of his head admitting defeat for him.