Relief

“Soooooooo, what did you decide?” Nadia inquires me resting her elbows on her desk. The master clasps her fingers together in boredom rather than anticipation.

“I decided to be a Warden.” I reply setting the crumpled pamphlet on the woman’s desk.

“Huh, thought you’d pick Battler.” The master replies looking down at the crumpled paper. “Whatever, not my problem anymore.” She adds before scratching something into her desk.

-- -- --

I look up at the mostly cloudy spring sky. I take a relieving deep breath of the fragrant breeze. I feel so much lighter finally deciding my path.

“Huh.” I sigh with relief once more. I just realized how much pressure I put on myself to make this choice… “Not sure there was any wrong answer though.” I mutter to myself.

-- -- --

I knock on the makeshift door of our room awaiting to hear a response.

A moment passes and nothing happens.

“Guess she’s not here.” I mutter. I take a step closer to the slab of wood before an idea strikes me. “Can I do it?” I wonder aloud.

I rest my palms against the leaning makeshift door. I know it is a thing in games so I figure I can do it here. I close my eyes both to concentrate and because I definitely do not want to see what this will look like.

I push my hands against, no more through, the wood and take a step towards the makeshift door.

I open my eyes to my dorm room spinning. Okay any teleportation makes me feel bad, got it! I close my eyes and stumble to my bed hoping that the dizziness will pass quickly.

“Owwwwww.” I groan putting my hands to my gut. It feels like my insides want to become my outsides. Not as bad as the anti-magic spell or the first time I teleported. But definitely awful.

I slowly open my eyes. Terrible idea. I close my eyes once more and turn over so my stomach is on my bed. I wretch from nausea, almost throwing up in my mouth.

“Fuuuuuuuuu-” I groan in pain. Stopping myself I slowly open my eyes only a little. The room is not spinning anymore, mostly.

“Maybe a potion’ll help.” I mutter to myself before sliding off of my bed on to the floor. I grab a small healing potion from under Birta’s bed.

“Please do something.” I say before downing the potion.

-- -- --

“Hey I’m back.” Birta announces her arrival.

“Why weren’t you here earlier?” I inquire between sobs. My vision is blurry from tears.

“What happened?” The teen exclaims moving closer to me.

“You weren’t here!” I reply with a sniffle. “So I teleported through the door.” I continue blubbering.

“You did what?” Birta asks putting her strong hands on my shoulders. Such strong hands… yet soft...

“It was a terrible idea.” I continue, ignoring her question. “Got really dizzy.” I say spinning my head. “Took one of the healing potions.” I add resting my head on the ogre’s broad shoulder.

“Why would a healing potion do-” Birta begins moving me off her shoulder. My head lulls back from the movement. Why does she not just let me stay there? It felt so comfy. “Whatever this is, to you?” She finishes her question.

“I really missed you.” I mutter as my head swings back to look at the blur that is Birta. My fuzzy gaze falls to her chest. “Please, don’t, leave again.” I stammer out between sniffles. Before the teen can even respond my head falls into her chest.

“What are you doing!?” Birta exclaims in disbelief. The teen rocks me away from her. My head lulls back once more from the sudden movement. “Come on! You’re an old lady stop acting like a perverted boy!” She growls at me.

Suddenly the blurry ogre scopes me into one of her strong arms like I am her annoying toddler.

“Woooo.” I mutter from Birta’s grasp.

“Can anyone go get a medic for me!?” Birta yells out the broken window to anyone down below.

-- -- --

“What happened to her?” Ifran’s voice says.

“Don’t they have any other medics here?” I inquire looking at the spinning man.

“Something definitely isn’t right with her.” The medic replies stepping over to me.

“Apparently she teleported through the makeshift door and then took a healing potion.” Birta explains with the loud thump of setting the large plank of wood against the door frame.

“Teleportation sickness is magical and mental, not physical.” Ifran replies to the girl while checking my vitals. “Not sure why she’s acting drunk though.” He adds.

“She’s drunk?” The ogre inquires.

“I mean, she isn’t actually.” The medic replies. “She’s just acting like that for some reason.” He explains.

“So what can you do for her?” The teen asks.

“Honestly, no idea.” Ifran answers. “She’s made of pure magic and has teleportation sensitivity.” He explains putting his chin in his webbed hand.

“Maybe it’s the heal-” Ifran says being cut off by everything going dark.

-- -- --

The back of my head feels something soft but firm. It is definitely not that flat pillow I normally sleep on.

“You feeling better?” Birta’s voice gently asks.

I open my eyes slowly to the sight of the teen’s chest nearly blocking my full view. What prompted this? I quickly close my eyes again. I saw nothing. I saw nothing. I saw nothing.

“Well you didn’t try to bury your face in my chest so I’ll take that as a good sign.” The ogre says. I turn my head and open my eyes.

“These are your-” I say with realization dawning. My eyes go wide noticing her thighs against my cheek. I always figured since she is in such good shape… Damn it! Stop it Yamakuma! She is a teen!

I slide off her lap onto the floor of the room trying to distance myself from the romantic looking gesture.

“Wh-why, why were-,” I stammer getting up to my feet. “Why were we in that position!?” I finally manage to ask.

“You were being really annoying and weird.” Birta explains. “Then you laid your head on my lap and you fell asleep almost immediately.” She continues standing up to her feet.

“I- what?” I reply tilting my head. “I was annoying?” I inquire with a frown. What did I do and say to her?

“Very.” She replies without a pause. “I’m not sure I can forget what happened.” She adds.

My eyes go wide. What did I do!?