Chapter 22: Well, Aren't You Funny
I blinked once and stared at Iggy for a few moments, fighting a blush. He still looked as blind as ever, but if he really could see, the first thing he would see is me, shirtless, with him touching my skin, in the bathroom together...
"What do you mean you can see?" I asked, trying to keep embarrassment out of my voice.
Failing miserably.
"...I can see the inside of your body. Like x-ray vision, but more in-depth. I can see your muscles, your blood, and even some of the cells if I concentrate enough" he said.
And then he just went crazy; skimming his fingers over my arms, my shoulders, my toes, my cheeks my head. He would've been punched in the face if I wasn't giggling so much.
"That tickles" I said, trying not to laugh too hard as his fingers lightly brushed against my arm for the third time.
"Oh, sorry" he replied, only to move to the top of my head. "Jeesh, your brain is huge!" he exclaimed, as if this surprised him.
I rolled my eyes. "No duh. Now what about my ribs?" I asked. Iggy blinked once, as if coming out of a daze.
"Huh?" he asked, completely lost.
He really, really was gonna get it.
"My ribs. The bone in my body. The only reason why we're in here and you're touching me like this" I said a little harshly. But he only gave me a sheepish smile with an apologetic look on his face.
"Oh. Right. Sorry 'bout that" he said before placing his hand back to my lower chest with no problem at all, as if he memorized my body.
He probably did.
"What's the diagnoses, doc?" I asked after a few minutes of silence and Iggy's fingers lightly touching my skin.
"Nothing major. It's just a small fracture, and it looks like it's almost healed. You just have to relax and take it easy. I think there's a heat pad in one of those cabinets" Iggy said. I chuckled as I opened the cabinet nearest me and started rummaging through it.
"A surgeon in the making. Unless you're a whitecoat in disguise" I said, finally finding the heat patches.
"Oh, ha ha, that's so funny" he said as he rolled his eyes. "Are we done here?"
"Yeah, thanks" I said after I put a patch on and put on my shirt.
"Good. Now I can try and work on smaller bombs to inject into the body" Iggy said with a menacing smile. I shook my head and unlocked the door with a smile on my face.
"You're demented" I said and walked through the door. Instead of going downstairs to enjoy the afternoon with everyone else as they witnessed Iggy's new skill first hand, I decided to take his advice and go back to sleep.
Being injured sucks.
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