Nyir sighed, shaking her head softly. "No, I won't call you man. For now –since you don't think you belong to anyone –you'll stay here and be called Ior." She pursed her lips. "Exactly how much pain are you in right now? On like, a scale from 1-10."
James ignored her executive decision, humming and dropping his arms to wave them off the surface of the couch. The water followed the motion in its cup.
"Numbers? Hmmm. Seventeen." He laughed, the number having no meaning to him at all.
"Oh my god," she mumbled, resisting the urge to slap him. Inwardly she was cringing at the amount of vulnerability he was showing –to his enemy, no less! Nyir liked to believe that if the roles were reversed, she'd still retain some sense of mind. She rummaged around in her bag and pulled out some pain pills. "Take these. And also sleep."
He glanced at her when she started to move, his focus slipping away again. "Pills?" He asked when she held up the bottle. "Oh… oh no. I'll be fine." He giggled faintly and looked up at the ceiling. "I'll be perfectly a-okay." He nodded.
"Seriously doubt it," she shot back, before placing her knee against his chest, pinching his nose, and forcing the pills down his throat with little gentleness. "This is for your own good," she said as she nearly choked him with water.
James spluttered and almost coughed up the pills and water, but somehow he managed to swallow the pills from how he was positioned on the couch and with her knee on him. Once he swallowed and took them, he tried to meekly push her off.
"Can you get off, now, please?"
Nyir removed her knee, crossing her arms. "Sorry, kid," she mumbled. "It was necessary." She sat back down and watched him. What was she going to do with him?
(Do you wanna skip again?)
(Yeah, let's skip to the next morning)
(Yis ok so would she wake up first?)
(Sure)
Nyir's eyes snapped open suddenly. Had she let herself fall asleep? For how long? She knew it wasn't a deep slumber, so she wasn't that concerned about her guard being slightly down, but even slightly was too much for her. She sat up straighter, her eyes on Ior. He was still asleep, sprawled out on the couch, but Nyir had an unnerving feeling that he'd been watching her. Had he been? And for how long?
(Thnmksksksks)
Well… the answer to her worry was "Probably not long" because James was passed out on the couch, his limbs sprawled out comfortably as he snored noisily away, his head tilted away from her with his mouth agape. When he woke up, he was definitely going to have a sore throat, he was snoring that loud. Even without a blanket in bloody clothes, he seemed more than comfortable.
(Oops i wrote him as awake, i'll change it)
Nyir stood up and teleported into the kitchen, moving noiselessly so as not to wake him. She guessed she should offer him breakfast when he woke up, but all she had was sugary pastries. Not the healthiest choice, but definitely her guilty pleasure. She grabbed herself a donut and set about making coffee.
James stirred when he smelled the strong scent of coffee, turning his head to better sniff the air and slowly open his eyes with a small yawn, slowly sitting up to look around the dark apartment.
"Um… hey? Are you here?"
Nyir had been keeping an eye on him while she made the coffee. The advantage of a small, cheap apartment was that the kitchen and the living room were really one medium sized space. "Would you like coffee?"
James jumped at the sound of her voice, turning to oggle at her for a few moments. "Hello! I don't know what that is, but it smells good," He cooed to her, blinking wide-eyed like a child.
"I guess you lost all your common sense along with your memory," Nyir sighed, pouring coffee into two mugs. She returned to the living room, handing him a mug.
James sniffed the black coffee inside the cup and sipped at it, immedately pulling a face.
"Jeez, it's kind of bitter," He commented with slight exasperation. "How can you drink this?"
Oh, right, Nyir always drank her coffee black. She'd forgotten some people prefer it sweet. "Here," she said, walking into the kitchen and then returning to the living room with milk and sugar. "Try adding this."
James opened the carton of milk and tipped it over, but accidentally added way too much, making the coffee a light brown. He didn't seem to mind as he shut the carton again and added a ton of sugar, then handed it back to her.
"Thanks!"
Nyir grimaced at his coffee. She had a major sweet tooth usually, but not when it came to coffee. Coffee was a practical drink, not a sugary, syrupy mess. "Yeah," she replied to his gratitude. She narrowed her eyes at him. He seemed a lot more alert than he was the night before, although the messy hair and the tired eyes didn't really help his case. "Have you remembered anything? Your name? Your family?"
James sipped at the coffee pleasantly and hummed at the taste. Before he lost his memory, he was very fond of sugary drinks, especially soda. But of course James couldn't remember that if be tried.
"Remember? Why do I need to remember that stuff?" He asked, looking up at her with an expression of complete confusion.
"It would help me get rid of you," Nyir said honestly, taking a sip of her own coffee. "I don't really know what to do with you."
James looked down at his lap, still holding his drink steady in his hand. "Oh. You make it sound like you don't want me to be here. Am I some sort of bad guy?"