Chapter 127
"You're unfortunately delusional, Doc; maybe you should see one of your kind; you might have missed your mental treatment," Nicholas retorted.
Ezra chuckled; he remained quiet and packed his books.
"You still read and litter," Nicholas commented as Ezra carried his books toward a closed door, probably his study.
Ezra slowly turned and faced Nicholas, "Aww, someone has a habit of mine stored in their head, is it what I'm thinking?" He asked with a daunting tone.
Nicholas smirked, "You're free to delude yourself, Doc."
"Fine, I was studying something when my dad came over and asked for me to follow him to Sebastian's; I had to leave them all scattered," Ezra explained.
"I didn't ask," Nicholas shrugged.
Ezra nodded, "I know," He turned and went into his study.
Alone, Nicholas frowned; he suddenly remembered Zeno,, and sadness once again invaded his heart.
He had actually believed that Zeno was leading him somewhere.
He thought he was open enough to Zeno? Why did he have to end up like this? Zeno would have just saved him from this heartbreak by being truthful to him.
Now, he looked stupid and desperate, as if he knew that his friend had a thing for his bodyguard yet he still pursued him. It reminded him of someone, and that someone was walking back to him.
He was reminded once again why he hated Ezra. He stared at Ezra as he walked back to him and lowered himself in front of him. He wanted to ask him what he was doing, but Ezra reached beside him and picked up his stained shirt, "Forgot this," Ezra said and walked away from him.
He disappeared again onto another room and came back holding a glass of water and medication, "Take this; it'll help with the pain," He stretched his hands to Nicholas.
Nicholas quietly took the medication and swallowed it with the water from the glass, returning it to him.
"Awesome, in five minutes, you'd be dead; there'll no longer be anyone to insult and abuse me. It all ends here, Nicholas, I've shouldered attitude for so long," Ezra smirked at Nicholas, his eyes shining with satisfaction.
"You-"
"Ah, no, no, no," Ezra shook his index finger at Nicholas, "No talking or moving, or you'll hasten the spread of the poison to your heart, so, try and be calm for the remaining four minutes of your life," Ezra patted Nicholas' cheeks and stepped back, place the glass on the table.
Nicholas was sweating as if they lighted a bonfire under her seat, his heart was racing out of his chest, and he already felt like he was dying, he should never have trusted Ezra, he always knew there was something wrong with Ezra but he decided to trust him for one second since he was the 'Doctor,' but look where it got him.
Ezra returned and sat beside him, leaning close to stare at Nicholas' face. He saw the sweat running down his face, neck, and chest, and he noticed the way Nicholas looked stiff as a stick.
He smirked beside Nicholas' face and spoke calmly, "See? You can be quiet, obedient, and even friendly. However, you chose to be torn in my flesh; now see where it led you on your way to your death. Ah, three minutes left, in the last minute, you'll feel your heart slowing, your breath cutting short, your body feeling cold and light...you'll be dying," He tapped Nicholas' cheeks and relaxed against the sofa.
Ezra closed his eyes, enjoying the peace and quiet.
Nicholas cursed Ezra a billion times in his head, he wished a train would run through Ezra Ezra's house and crush him to paste.
His eyes were glued to the wall clock on the wall. He had two minutes, and he wished he had just given himself up to those guys who were looking for him.
He would have preferred to die by their gun to this torture, a slow countdown to his death.
Ezra opened his eyes and looked at Nicholas, signing in relief, "Don't worry, Nick, I'll give a doctor's report. Reason for death: He was too annoying," Ezra chuckled at Nicholas' helpless face.
He stood and waved at Nicholas, "I'll be in my room right there; try not to die before I return; I'll probably tell Sebastian you're dead when I tell him about what happened at the club. Goodbye, Nicholas, you were not a good friend," Ezra nodded at Nicholas and turned away, humming a low tone as he went to the right side of the house, walked into a dark passage, and entered a room.
Nicholas heard the sound of a door being closed and balled his fists; this was the worst feeling; he couldn't even get to beat the hell out of that idiot before dying, he wished there was such thing as reincarnation; he would have reincarnated right away and murdered that bastard.
One minute left!
Nicholas was sweating, fear and anger consuming him; he shut his eyes and leaned his head back on the sofa, he was starting to feel all those signs Ezra mentioned, he opened his mouth to catch his cutting breath and he couldn't feel his heart slowing, his body was feeling cold and sweaty, he wa really dying.
He didn't want to watch the clock to the last second; he'd rather have his eyes closed and wait for death.
Suddenly, an alarm ran beside him, bolting him out of his melancholy. His eyes were straight to the clock, and he realized that it was past five minutes; he snapped his head to the side and saw a note beside the alarm clock.
He hurried to pick it up and read what was written on it.
"Thank you for the five minutes of silence. Don't come for me; I must be sleeping by the line. You realize it was a joke...you're a joke, Nick."
Nicholas felt his eyes twitching in anger. He crumpled the paper in his hand and threw it to the floor, and then he stood and marched toward Ezra's room.
He wasn't going to feel happy unless he'd hurt Ezra in one way or the other.
He reached the door he felt that Ezra had entered and kicked it open, to his surprise, Ezra was really sleeping.
He marches up to him and angrily lands a punch to Ezra's abdomen, causing him to grunt and curl in pain.
"Ouch, okay, I was expecting that, and I deserved it, but that was too - Fuck! Nor my lips," He pressed a hand over the side of his lips and glared at Nicholas.
Nicholas wasn't having any of it, he hopped on the bed and crossed his leg over Ezra's upper body, caging him between his legs.
He raised his hand to pucbg him again but Ezra caught his hands and brought them down to his abdomen, "Stop already," He said firmly.
Nicholas was breathing hard, his eyes glistening with Malice, "Let go of my hands, I'm not done with you yet," He commanded.
Ezra nodded, "Yeah, like I'm going to let you punch my handsome face to a pulp. Calm down, Nick," He held Nicholas' gaze, "Just take a deep breath and let the anger go away," his voice was much softer now.
Nicholas rolled his eyes and got off of Ezra, sitting on the other side of the bed.
Ezra sighed and sat up, looking at Nicholas and smiling, "But it wasn't that bad; we had some quiet time between us for the first time in years," He teased.
"Why did you do it?" Nicholas questioned.
"I just wanted you to rest after the medication," Ezra replied.
"You should have just told me," Nicholas said, staring down at his lap.
"Would you have listened? Obeyed?" Ezra asked.
Nicholas went quiet, the answer was 'no.' He'd have probably gone with the 'You can't order me around' topic and talked for the whole five minutes.
Ezra shrugged, "There, that's your answer. Your silence means that you agree that you'd have never kept quiet if I asked you to," He got out of bed and walked over to his wardrobe.
"But, those symptoms, why did I feel them if you are really lying? Or are you really killing me, Ezra?" Nicholas turned to watch Ezra rake out a blue shirt from his wardrobe and walk toward him.
Ezra stepped in front of Nicholas and threw the shirt at him, "You're not worth my time, Nick; I'd rather plot on killing rats than killing you; it's a waste of time and energy," He crossed his hand over his chest and stated at Nicholas.
"You felt that way because that is the effect the medication gives to anyone who consumes it after five minutes. It's a pain killer that requires consumers to be still and relaxed for five minutes, after which they can return to normal with little to no pain. Just like you, don't you see you now have the strength to look for a fight after your five minutes of death?" He smirked.
"Why am I even here? Why won't you let me go home?" Nicholas stood, looking around the room.
"I'm your doctor for tonight; I'll watch your reaction to the medication, just in case you react differently. It works differently for people, but it's nothing to worry about. You can have the bed; my guest room is... messy; I'll sleep on the couch. See you in the morning, Nick," He tapped Nicholas' shoulder and walked out of the room.
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