Bride of Frankenstein (Fei Long, Open)

[Adrian]

((This thread is a direct continuation of Welcoming Committee, from the In School section.))

Adrian's eyes fluttered open, only to find himself laying in a very white, clean, sterilized room. He blinked a few times, still trying to gain his bearings. Finally, he realized he was laying in a hospital bed, in the middle of a hospital, no less. Adrian rose quickly, half-expecting to have tubes and the like sticking out of him just like in the movies, but no, he was devoid of any apparati, but, much to his dismay, he was clad in a hospital gown. Adrian shook his head, laying back down, since, for some reason, it seemed like the only viable option at the moment.

"Breathe," Adrian said to himself, "just figure out what's going on. Assess the situation..." he muttered quietly.

His mind flashed back. He had been fighting that Chinese boy, and after a few injuries, he remembered the boy passing out in front of him, and then....

Adrian shook his head, and something caught his peripheral. Laying just as unconscious next to him, was that very Chinese boy previously spoken of, clad in a hospital gown as well.

"Huh." Was all Adrian could muster.

[Fei Long]

Damn, do I have a headache.

Fei Long drifted back to conciousness, having done so earlier while Adrian was passed out, only to pass out again. This time he kept his eyes closed, not wanting the light to make his headache any worse. Once the adrenaline wore off, Fei Long felt every one of those head punches he took. Shrugged off at the time, but now. Damn.

He heard a rustle next to him, where he had already seen Adrian earlier. He heard his voice trying to calm himself down, affirming that it was still him next to the asian. The fact he was talking to himself to, brought a smirk to Fei Long's face. What a dork.

"You got my two-hundred?"

Fei Long's voice would come as he still laid there with his eyes closed. A moment after speaking he'd turn his head to the right towards Adrian, where he'd open his eyes and look at him, showing no lack of confidence despite his wrapped up ankle beneath the sheets.

[Adrian]

When the boy spoke, Adrian's fury rose to full-tilt in about half a second. The memories of the intense fight had done nothing but raise Adrian's level of adrenaline, and that cocky attitude brought back to the present day only served to tip him directly over the edge. His face still looking up, not looking towards Fei Long, his arm reached out and grabbed the nearest object he could find, a bedpan, and leapt from his hospital bed.

What a sight it must have been, Adrian in an assless hospital gown, leaping from the bed and swinging the bedpan in a hard overhand strike for Fei Long's face.

[Fei Long]

"Sweet mother of God!"

Fei Long's jaw dropped in disgust, the asian turning his head to the side as he closed his eyes. The sight of Adrian leaping from his hospital bed causing his gown to rise, and to permanently scar the chinese fighter for the rest of his life.

Sticking out his right arm palm up, Fei Long played his melodramatic role, as if the sight was unbarable, and he was shielding himself. Well, the sight WAS unbarable, and it turned out he really WAS shielding himself.

The bedpan slammed into the heel of Fei Long's right hand, causing a sudden numbness in his hand that he didn't quite feel yet from the pain killer's put into him upon his arrival. His head turned back instantly, enraged at the fact that he was being assaulted...by a bedpan.

Fei Long's left hand reached out to his side, grabbing the nearest object that ended up being the pole that held up his own IV drip. Unconcious of this fact, it didn't stop Fei Long from picking it up and swinging it over the bed. The metal pole with liquid bag's at the top would be on a path to the top of Adrian's head, while Fei Long still sat in his bed, keeping his right hand up at the bedpan assault.

[Adrian]

Adrian's own left hand would raise up, and both metal apparati the two boys were using in attack and defense would clang against each other's arms. Adrian's loose grip on the bedpan would cause it to fly out of his hand, clattering against the ground and making quite a loud noise. Meanwhile, both hands would grip the top half of the IV pole, trying to tear it away from Fei Long's hands.

"I'll... show you... two hundred..." Adrian grunted, still short on breath and energy from being unconscious for so long. Regardless, he pulled the IV pole back, trying to jab the wheeled lower end into Fei Long's face.

[Fei Long]

"Just! Admit! You lost...!"

Fei Long would grunt out each word as his right hand swung to grab the pole as well, keeping it from pushing back into his face as he pushed forward with both hands, intending to poke back at Adrian. It looked like tug of war, though only working in the opposite of pushing. Despite his efforts though, Adrian was the stronger of the two, especially while Fei Long sat on his open-gowned ass.

Fei Long darted his head back as the IV pull went past his face, moving to the otherside of the bed while his arm was still pointing towards Adrian. The result would be Fei Long's IV drip ripping out, opening a small would in his hand.

"You son of a bitch!" Fei Long shouted wide eyed, his hand beginning to bleed.

Fei Long started shaking his left hand at Adrian, sening small drops of blood his way as part of his drugged up assault.

"I wish I had diseases for you to catch...!"

[Adrian]

"You... lost... fucker!"

Adrian would drop the IV pole, finally, and rush in, throwing a quick punch at Fei Long's side. He doubted he'd be able to block or stop it fast enough; regardless, it was a rather weak punch anyway.

However, at this time, whether it was the bedpan clattering loudly on the floor or Fei Long's IV drip being removed that sent out alarms to the residing doctors, about fifteen nurses and doctors came rushing in, separating the two young warriors bodily. Adrian, begrudgingly, went back to his bed, and the other half would settle Fei Long down, reapplying his IV drip. The presiding doctor, finally, would look down at the two, and tell them just how much trouble they'd be in if they acted up again. Adrian sneered at him, but did nothing. Finally, once he was satisfied the two weren't going to jump out and kill each other as soon as he left, the doctor did.

Adrian finally turned his head to Fei Long, glaring at him. "I hate you."

[Fei Long]

"I'll drown you...!"

Fei Long would yell, not having the strength to prevent Adrian's punch (which didn't have its own strength he found out upon impact), instead rubbing the back of his hand in Adrian's face, smearing his blood over his mouth, simply to cause the most agitation out of the boxer as he possibly could.

Doctors and nurses came rushing in grabbing Adrian and dragging him back to his bed while they held Fei Long down in his own bed, despite both their struggles. Once he accepted the fact he couldn't get up, the doctors began to reapply his IV drip, this time putting it in his arm rather than the bloodied mess of his hand. All the while they cleaned him up, he glared over their shoulders, staring at Adrian the whole time up until they left.

"If you weren't such a dick yourself, I wouldn't have had to beat you so bad."

[Adrian]

"What?! You didn't even... gaah!"

Adrian threw his hands up in frustration, most likely to the satisfaction of his Chinese hospital roommate. He turned back to the boy, looking at him with no lack of anger in his eyes.

"You know, if I recall correctly, you're the one who got mad because some chick blew you off for me. I didn't do shit to you, you're just a sore loser. Of course, that seems more than obvious, considering..."

Adrian trailed off, once again insinuating that he was the victor of the obviously evenly-matched battle. His eyes flared almost vicious intent, and his smirk completed the "I'm an asshole" look perfectly.

[Fei Long]

Fei Long grinned at Adrian's initial remarks, the fact he couldn't even mouth a proper come back counting as just yet another small victory for the chinese man. After all, he had beat up Adrian pretty bad...vice versa could be said as well, but no need to mention that.

Half-truths: the arrogant's best friend.

"Whoa, whoa. Let's get a few things straight here." Fei Long's grin faded, being replaced by a more serious look as he tilted his head towards the boxer.

"First off, this wasn't about the girl. She was doable, yeah, but this was no Helen of Troy, guy. You were in the wrong place at the wrong time, and you were stepping on my toes. Surely someone as stuck up as you can understand the need to keep your shoes from scuffing." Fei Long paused, almost pained to speak the final part.

"Can't let anyone steal the show, even if they're decently tough."

[Adrian]

Adrian smirked as he listened to the Chinese boy's half-assed explanation. It sounded like this kid was just as full of himself as Adrian was; the only thing left to find out was whether or not, like Adrian, he was aware of it.

"Well, I guess I can understand you on that. If someone scuffs my shoes, they're usually looking forward to occupying a spot, oh, about three doors down the hall," he said, allowing himself a little snort of a laugh at that.

"Besides... I guess you're not so bad a fighter yourself," Adrian relented, figuring courtesy was due, even if the Asian's compliment was rather subdued. Adrian leaned his head back into his hard pillow, looking up at the ceiling.

"Y'know, I have no clue who that girl even was," he said, out loud but almost more for his own thought process, a smirk crossing his face.