1 A Fujioshis Death (1/2)
2 am in the morning...
”....more~~!” The obedient man moaned under his breath. His face reddened like a rose from the pressure repeatedly pulling in and out of his sensitive lower region. His mouth gaped for air and his eyes shot open in a second as drool and tears followed. He let out a small cry of ecstasy before wrapping his arms around his partner's broad shoulders. ”Ah. . . senpai, I love you!”
His nails dug into his partner's skin but instead of pain, his partner growled. The gentle guy gasped. ”You got bigger~!”
On the other side was a lady in her early twenties, grinning and clapping her hands. Her ship has officially sailed! ”Ah, who knew his life got better after all that chaos! I knew he wasn't straight from the very beginning! Those seme vibes he gives are all false! He is a hundred percent uke!”
For straight three years, it was just a constant push and pull from both sides of the ship but this anime finally pulled a smart move! She smiled in glee but when she unconsciously turned her head, she caught a horrible glimpse of herself on the mirror, even of the reflection of a clock stuck on the wall opposite the mirror. Her jaw dropped in surprise. Black bags have formed beneath her blood shot eyes. The cheese powder from the chips have smeared on her cheeks and pajama. Worse, it was already 2:15 in the morning! Her stomach growled as well. ”Oh my gosh!”
Reality dawned into her head. In the real world, she works as a busy pharmacist in a hospital! It was a really stressful work but it had already been three years since she started. Confidence brimmed in her soul. One might as well consider her a veteran unniversity student and an experienced clinical pharmacist! ”I'm used to it, fifteen more minutes and I can watch the end of this anime! I'm crying!”
Little did she know, the next few hours were busier than her usual busy days. A tragic multiple car crash in the beginning of spring has happened and at the same time, the hospital has to quickly prepare all the back up drugs and scheduled prescriptions in advance to ensure no lack of crash carts in the whole area! How was she going to prepare drugs for daily prescriptions as well as cope up with the inventory?
”Code Blue!”
”Code Orange!”
Several announcements can be heard echoing from the stereos. But each echo have felt like a drumstick hitting against her. Her head ached terribly as she massaged her temples. There was still a huge order of prescriptions to mix in aseptic conditions and that required a high amount of concentration and hard work. She and her colleagues also have to do it fast! It can't be helped.
She did not have breakfast in the morning as she came in late. Worse, lunch time has already passed and she still was not done. ”Just a few more minutes,” she murmured to coax her self. Her eyes glanced sideward and saw that they were already finished with at least three quarters of the given prescriptions for the current order due at 1400 hours sharp, giving her a constant sigh of relief exiting her chapped lips. Her hands started to lose heat however and felt colder and colder as every millisecond passed. Her face paled. She tried to shrug the pain off.
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