Ignored by an insect.

Nishi outstretched his hand and let his fingers drop inches from the bug on the crumb filled nightstand. The insect still didn't move. Nishi couldn't recall ever being able to kill a fly before they were always to quick so he found it odd that the fly simply wasn't afraid of him and would allow him so close. Had he become so weak that even a small bug wouldn't fear him? Nishi's index finger slowly hovered over the fly. This was astounding it still wasn't stirring. Trying to be as gentle as physically possible his finger touched the fly. Trying to stoke such a tiny creature was awkward but his finger grazed carefully over it, the thing didn't have enough surface for his touch to sense a texture.

It fell over stiff like a tiny paper doll.

"Oh." He said to himself. Watching the stiff insect's tiny legs staying up rigged. Nishi scooped the insect off the table along with some crumbs into his hand to inspect it closer. Something about the dead little insignificant creature clarified some thoughts in his mind.

Strangely unsettling.

He dropped the fly off the edge of the bed with the spare crumbs and then wiped his hands on the bedsheets trying to remove the sticky particles. The boy moved towards the edge to see if he could find the fly again amongst the mass of stuff thrown together on the carpet. His eyes searched for awhile and he eventually found the spec that was most likely the fly.

Life is so disposable, I... -I'm going to vomit.

A huge wave of nausea suddenly overcame him it had nothing to do with the fly.

He crawled out of bed his knees felt like he was balancing on jelly. He stumbled to the bathroom's toilet. Sitting in front the the porcelain bowl he began to vomit for several minutes until his vision began to haze up again, first it all when dark. Then it all went static gray and white. Then all he could see was white, when did losing your vision become boring because it was certainly happening a lot lately and still remained terrified as he mentally fought with his body for his scenes back.

Nishi shivered and started to sweat. So cold, and hot. When could he see again? How long has it been? He wondered sitting by the toilet bowl. The hot was starting to when the fight so he let his body fall to the floor. The titles were nice and cool. When is Izumi coming back? He started to dry heave on the floor with loud unsettling sounds. Mother should be back soon.

Nishi thought perhaps he would feel better if he threw up again but he wasn't sure if their was enough food in him do actually do that. Maybe that's why he wasn't crying. But his face suddenly was wet, he could feel liquid running from his nose to his upper lip. He raised a hand to clean it away. Odd. It didn't feel like mucus or snot it had a different texture. What was this? He was still completely blind. Some of the liquid reached his lips so he licked it away. Tastes Metallic? Blood? Why is my nose bleeding?

Oh, when is Izumi coming back?

When is mom coming back?

Oh yeah, never...

Nishi almost wished his father was here. Well, almost. The man probably wouldn't be much help anyway. Nishi could vaguely remember being very sick for a week in the first grade. His parents took turns staying home to look after him. He remembered the days his father was to look after him his father would leave him alone for most of the day and just kept bring him soup. Wait no, no, that was mom. He brought something... cold medicine only. No, wait. He brought hot drinks?

Dry heaving again he was starting to wonder if the turban of bandages made his head to heavy for his neck.

Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Nishi?" The voice asked. He felt his body being rolled over so he was on his back. They boy still couldn't see him, it was defiantly Izumi's voice. Right?

"Nishi?" It asked again a little louder.

Oh yeah, I must talk. He thought to himself. His eyes moved back and forth in the darkness looking for a place he could see but their was nothing.

"Izumi, somethings wrong w-with me." He said quietly, his voice was very shaky.

"Yeah, I think you have brain damage." Izumi said, his voice was very soft and calm.

"Huh?" Nishi stared blankly at the darkness.

"You're dieing." Izumi said.

"Oh." Nishi trembled. He felt a little numb to that idea.

"Are you alright?" Izumi asked bending down. He leaned over, his massive figure above the smaller boy.

"N-not really I'm dying." Nishi gave a horrible short laugh of sarcasm. Izumi laughed softly. "When we go back to the Gantz room all your wounds will heal. So if you can hang on it will all be okay. Alright?" Nishi felt a washcloth rubbing softly around his nose. "It hurts so much." His voice croaked about to cry again. "Don't cry." Izumi said simply.