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Ricky

Ricky rested one of his legs on the other one before caning his chin on it. He was sitting on the stool in the infirmary, looking quite perplexed. Beside him, laying on the bed, was Noel who was unconscious.

Ricky gazed at his sleeping face. He first feature that caught his attention was how long his eyelashes are. Despite that fact, they didn’t look fake at all, not like most of the woman that he had met before. They were all wearing the eyelashes as if they wanted to make their eyes look like a bush. 

After awhile, Noel started to open his eyes slowly, and he glanced at Ricky, who was staring at him as he caned his chin on the bed beside him.

"…Good morning."

He said monotonously, glad that Noel didn’t catch him staring at his face while he’s unconscious before glancing at the IV bag that was hanging on the pole across where he sat. It was connected to Noel.

"…W-Where am I?"

Noel asked after a few moments of silenc