Rai Rai Blue- I see your point, but dig this: Izaya has taken a convenient store trashcan to the head and just stood up like nothing happened. A normal person would be hospitalized with at least a concussion after that. So I figured that since Iza-chan is so amazing, he'd only be out cold for a few hours after falling from a rooftop. ^^ The school isn't super-duper tall either.
Izaya groaned and laid back on the bed, one hand clamped over his side. He just may have gone a little over board with worsening his wounds. His mind was still swimming though, and he couldn't think of any other way to convince the blonde brute to leave him alone. A glance down at his ribs showed that there was a crimson patch about the size of a softball and still growing rapidly. Oh well. The doctors would fix him up before they took him in for another mental evaluation.
He'd been getting a lot of those lately; for the most part he would sit and make casual conversation while trying to avoid giving away anything personal. The psychologist would stare at him like he was some sort of piece of machinery that needed fixing. It made him grin up at the ceiling as he adjusted his pure white sheets. Izaya was confident that they wouldn't find anything wrong with him. He was too clever to let on that something was truly bothering him. This whole little fiasco simply didn't go according to plan.
One night at home went from bad to worse until he found himself fervently looking through articles online in an attempt to distract himself from the throbbing in his head. That was when he discovered solipsism. A philosophy where the mind is the only thing we can be sure exists, and death is merely the end to a long-running dream. For some odd reason, that filled the twisted teenager with hope. If his life so far had only been a dream, then he could just die and wake up to something else, something better. He wanted to feel better.
His walk down memory lane was interrupted by the heavy sound of the door opening and closing. A new doctor, the other one must have gotten frustrated with Izaya's jeers, stood by the entrance with a clip board in hand. This one seemed to be a bit more serious than the last one. At least that would make it all the better when he finally broke them down.
The psychologist stared at the shoe which was still in the middle of the floor, unmoved and looking very out of place in their pale environment. Next, his side was inspected from a distance. With a critical look and a click of the 'call' button, his new psychologist sat down in a squeaky plastic chair beside his bed.
"Let's chat."
"Izaya's getting a psyche evaluation today. Don't you want to know what the results are?" Shinra queried lightly, trying to make the question sound casual. Inside he felt like his lungs were going to pop like over-filled balloons. This constant anxiety was killing him. It had barely been 24 hours since Izaya's literal and figurative fall from grace and things were tenser than he could have ever imagined. Shizuo stayed quiet and stoic until his mortal enemy was brought up. Then things got dangerous. A boy in their gym class had asked about Izaya, playfully suggesting that Shizuo would throw a party if the other male died. The future body guard grabbed him by the collar and threw him across the gym with one hand, grumbling something about hating violence. Nobody could hear what he said over the sound of falling rubble and debris.
Shinra swallowed hard as his best friend's eyes narrowed, irritation clouding them. "Why the hell would I wanna know that? Che, the flea's fucking insane. It's obvious."
That was a complete lie on Shizuo's part. He was practically dying to know what the doctors would diagnose Izaya with. Would it be depression? That just didn't seem likely. For the amount of hysterical laughter the flea broke out into on a daily basis, anyone would be hard pressed to find something (besides Shizuo) that could upset him. Shizuo considered that maybe Izaya was schizophrenic or something, not that he knew what that meant; he had only heard about when he visited Shinra's psychology class one day. Still, it sounded like it could be plausible.
"Oh come on, Shizuo. Aren't you even a little curious? Izaya would never commit suicide; he loves his life and his humans too much! None of this makes sense," Shinra continued, half to himself and half to the male beside him.
Shizuo smacked his forehead the heel of his hand and ground it into his skin. He dreaded seeing Izaya again, fearing that the dark haired boy would do something even more drastic than what he had during Shizuo's last visit. At the forefront of his mind though he knew Shinra wouldn't be taking 'no' for an answer on this. Even though Izaya acted like a pretentious asshole, he still had friends, no matter how few there were. And plus, him and Shinra were just two of a kind with their odd fascination with humans. They suited each other surprisingly well. "If I promise to go with you tomorrow will you promise to stop talking?"
The younger boy's face brightened considerably. "Absolutely!"
"Then I guess I'll go with you."
Shinra was about to voice his excitement then remembered he had to quit talking if he wanted Shizuo to accompany him to the hospital ever again. Instead, he hummed a merry little tune the entire walk home. Well, almost the entire walk home since Shizuo jabbed him in the gut to make him stop once they passed Russia Sushi.
I'm sorry that this is shorter than the previous chapters, my brain is kind of on overload after studying for some tests that I have tomorrow and trying to finish The Hobbit. My brother might kill me if I haven't completed it within the next week.
Whatever! I like where things are going with this, but as always, I do require that at least a couple review or else I won't waste my time on this. How else am I supposed to know whether people like it or not?
~Chickadee
