Sit, Boy, Sit

-Slash MxM

Summary: Jason Guy Reaney is the player of the year, a Casanova so predictable that the Chemistry society have even contributed a weekly update to the school’s newsletter on Jason’s rate of change of girlfriends. Equally as notorious is Tony Gray, Jason’s ultimate arch rival who constantly challenges the former to getting the girl they both want. One day, Jason gets into a car accident after a night of uncontrolled drinking and ends up in a hospital ward in a comatose with diagnosed concussion and slight brain damage. After four days of deep sleep, he wakes up to find two extremely beautiful white and black dogs lying by his bedside. He begins to see different animals chained to everybody’s right ankles - At first he dismisses it as the side-effect of hallucinogens, but gradually, he learns that they represent the souls of each living human in subtle and mysterious ways…and that the chains binding the elegant white husky that has grown very attached to him links back to his enemy, Tony.

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All Jason could remember was a blinding white flash light. There had been a faint screech, and he had felt so far away – like a tiny dot subliming in eternal space. After that, everything had been black. Just complete darkness, and hollowness. Jason had felt a sense of indescribable inferiority.

The sounds of footsteps were the first thing that brought him back to his sense in a gentle manner. The sharp, unpleasant smell of medicine had further catapulted him to reality. And there he was, awake and alive, opening his dry eyes like it took him all the energy in his life. He was resting horizontally on a soft hospital mattress with the drip attached to his right hand. The ceiling stared back at him blankly, empty without any clues of what had happened recently. He had no recollection of the operation at all, only the splitting headache and panic in him when he had driven into that lorry, and no awareness of the time and date.

He strained his ears carefully and heard voices. Mustering his strength, he pushed himself up and propped his torso onto the giant pillow that was cushioning him, to get a better look at his surroundings. To his right was an open window displaying the disheartening view of the city slums in the far distance and a rubbish dump that probably belonged to the hospital. The sky was still a reddish yellow; as such, Jason bluntly concluded that it was probably dusk at the present moment.

Just beside him was a table laden with flowers and colourful get-well cards of all sorts. Picking one randomly, he flipped the card open and was slightly surprised when a blast of hip-hop music was emitted from the two pieces of cardboard linked together at the middle. He closed it immediately and hesitantly chose a suspicious looking rose with a card in the shape of a heart attached to its stem.

‘You’ll be in my heart, no matter what. Get well soon love. Smoochies, Anon.’

A wry smile materialized on his pale face. At least they still found him attractive. He was hoping strongly that the operation had not taken away the physical charm so many girls (and sometimes, guys, shudders) had found irresistible. As if to ascertain his doubts, he looked carefully at his own reflection in the steel posts of the bed he was lying on. His sharp nose was still normal, his eyebrows still thick, complete with his jade-coloured eyes beneath two layers of eyelids. His thin lips, too, were not deformed in any way by the accident – they still curved upwards seductively to complete his smooth complexion in an almost too picturesque way. Yes, it was alright. He was still what you’d call a superbly dashing guy hottie. Even his hair did not change in the way they stood up energetically without any hairgel. And the only scars that would remain would be those on his chest, but as most women believe, scars only make a built and toned man sexier.

His dreamy period of self-loving was abruptly interrupted by a tentative lick on the nape of his neck. He turned around quickly with his fist raised expecting to see a twisted-faced pervert, but was ultimately shocked to see a white dog on his bed with its tongue sticking out in his face.

“Chill boy, chill,” He backed away slowly, eyeing the enormous snow-coloured hound before him warily as he reached for the bell alert by the bed. His heart beat against its cavity crazily as he groped for the protruding red button on the wall, observing with cold sweat the wagging tail of the dog and its inquisitive blue eyes.

“Woof!” It barked as though to answer his glare.

“Oh my goodness,” Jason muttered to himself, as he hit the switch and heard a crackling sound being emitted. “Whoever, can you come in like NOW?!”

“Alright, we’ll be there in a jiffy.”

The huge dog barked again.

“HURRY UP!” Jason shrieked into the speaker, his hands shaking uncontrollably as another equally large black dog emerged from under the bed and placed its paws on the covers.

The sound of the door clicking open almost spelt relief with a capital ‘R’ to him. A plump and kind-looking nurse walked in holding a notepad in her right hand. “Is everything all right?” She asked, in a deep voice.

“H-how did these--” Jason pointed at the panting dogs before him shakily. “How did these get in here?!”

The nurse looked intensely towards the direction of Jason’s finger with a baffled expression. “How did what get in here, boy?”

Jason couldn’t believe the chubby nurse at all – was she blind, or was she just playing along? Wasn’t it obvious that animals or pets weren’t allowed in the hospital? Two dangerous and carnivorous-looking dogs were in the ward, and she was acting so calmly?!

“The DOGS, missus,” Jason shrieked at the animals. “I’m talking about the dogs!”

Her eyebrows raised itself by a few inches. Jason watched in disbelief as she glanced towards the door and back at him again.

“Err…do you need me to get the doctor, boy?”

She thinks I’m crazy, thought Jason.

Before he could say anything further, a tinkling of chains brought his concentration to a sleek mongoose hiding between the legs of the chubby nurse. In absolute horror he realized that the mongoose was actually chained to the nurse’s fat ankle.

“You brought a mongoose in with you?!” Jason pointed an accusing finger at the nurse.

A nervous grin began to form on the nurse’s face. “Are you okay, boy?” She started to back towards the door.

“THERE IS A MONGOOSE, AND TWO DOGS IN MY WARD!! HOW CAN I BE OKAY??” Jason screamed at the top of his lungs, driven to extreme frustration that the stupid woman could be so blur and ignorant of such a serious situation. The woman gave a tiny squeak and disappeared out of the door with the mongoose tailing her closely behind. He heard urgent murmurs being exchanged outside, and then the door was closed, trapping him with the black and white monsters once more.

She probably went to get the doctor, Jason assured himself. Then everything will be all right, and they will have these animals removed, and the nurse detained.

The dogs seemed to have tired of the excitement. Each took their own positions at the corners of the bed and lay down with their eyes closed and tails drawn in. Jason took this opportunity to get a better look. The black dog had magnificently sleek fur that glistened under the dim lights, and shining green eyes. If it weren’t so dangerous-looking, Jason could have actually said that it was a gorgeous dog, an undoubted pure-breed of some rare species. He wondered how such an expensive thing could have ended up in his ward, of all places. The white dog was more subtle and mischievous looking, like it had a character of its own written onto its playful expression. Its tail was elegant and its fur, needless to say, was a breathtaking shade of light silver. Both dogs had a clean look about them, and none of the dirty feel most street dogs gave off.

Jason’s heart skipped a beat when he noticed their legs were, like the nurse’s mongoose, chained. Dreading the worst, he lifted the bedcovers and stared rather disbelievingly at the chains on his right ankle.

I think it’s the white one, Jason commented subconsciously. He gave the chain at his ankle a tug, and the black dog moved slightly with a small grunt. Nope, it’s the black.

Was this some kind of joke…? Or a campaign? To chain animals to humans?

Where did the white one come from, then?

Jason traced the chains of the beautiful white dog with his eyes and saw that it lead to the door, underneath the gap between the door and the floor, then outside.

It probably belongs to someone else, as well.

The door opened suddenly and the doctor stepped in alone with two nurses following closely behind. He was a towering man with a chiseled face and no moustache, not to mention he had on his face a grim and business-like expression.

“Great timing, doctor,” Jason waved his hands at the dogs and flashed a relieved smile. “Kindly remove these dogs,”

The doctor stared at him for quite some time without emotion before he chose to sat down on the bed and grip Jason’s wrist.

“Jason, what are the colours of the dogs you see?”

Jason thought the doctor was being stupid and judging from the gentle tone in his voice, was treating him like a kid. “Can’t you see them? They’re black and white,”

“Jason,” The doctor didn’t know how to tell the boy. He was a neurologist but not a psychologist, and he hated handling cases like Jason’s. “Jason, there are no dogs,” He said slowly, looking into Jason’s clear emeraldish eyes.

Jason lay still for a few seconds, blinking innocently but not saying a word.

“Jason,” The doctor tried again.

“—Right.” He broke out into a fit of giggles. “I was just joking with you all, doc,”

Jason’s statement ignited a frown on the doctor’s surly face. “What..?!”

“I mean,” Jason rolled his eyes and shrugged lightly with a smirk plastered onto his mouth. “You actually took me seriously?!”

The doctor opened his mouth to protest, but was interrupted. “I know,” Jason nodded deliberately and forcefully. “I won’t do it again.”

The nurses exchanged glances, and knowing that the doctor was a temperamental person, they were aware of what the veins throbbing on the doctor’s forehead were indicating.

Jason did not look away when the doctor glared at him for a few moments. “The hospital is not a place to fool around.” He finally said, getting up and exiting the room with his assistants without a word.

When Jason was sure that the door was tightly closed, he buried his head into the covers thinking, I’m on my own now.

He would have told the doctor the truth, but after seeing the enormous polar bear that was attached to the doctor’s ankle and the foul-looking rat and monkey that belonged to the nurses, his instincts had told him to consider his words twice before he actually said anything.

“Now,” He looked down at the white dog that he had taken a liking to. “Which chick do I think you belong to?”