There was something irritating yet pleasing about the voice throwing insults and growls at him. It rung loud in his ears, unlike in his moment of passing out. He heard the words loud and clear, not soft and muted as if the sound had to pass through four walls. It was irritating, really. He hated the voice, the owner of the voice and every little thing about the situation... He couldn't bring himself to shut the kid up. He was struggling, barely holding on to consciousness and he still felt sick to his stomach. He couldn't even coordinate his walking, which basically meant that he wouldn't be able to hit Ike if he wanted to. And damn, he wanted to. So. Badly. He wanted that voice to shut the fuck up and leave him alone.

At the same time, he didn't want him to shut up. Ike's voice did something for Xavier: it kept him conscious, it kept him busy. It didn't seem like much, Ike probably didn't notice anything at all, but it was something for Xavier to hold onto. Normally, in order to not pass out, he would keep himself busy with exercises: counting numbers, drawing the Persian alphabet with his index finger on the palm of his hand, having Rei talking to him all the time. Now it was Ike who kept him talking and scolding, which was kind of reassuring.
Still, the boy was very irritating.

Xavier let out an exasperated sigh as Ike reminded him of his fault. 'Okay, yes. It was my fault you spilled the juice over your hand. Now stop crying about it and get fucking over it. Christ.' he snapped at him, presenting Ike an intense glare. That was all there was to their conversation: bickering and glaring. Nothing else. Ike didn't look like he would shut up anytime soon and Xavier wasn't the person to actually shut up when someone invited him to a bitch fight.
He stumbled across the hallway to the infirmary, his steps wobbly and his breathing loud and heavy. It didn't take long untill they finally reached the infirmary, where Xavier instantly let himself fall face-first onto a bed, which slightly creaked under his sudden weight. A tired groan emerged from his throat and he felt like he could just fall asleep there. He didn't care about what the doctor would say, he just wanted to remain in his current position for the rest of the day.
That would be possible IF Ike hadn't been placed on the bed next to his.

Xavier groaned again and turned his head slightly, so that one half of his face was visible to Ike. His one green eye glared at Ike, but his words weren't exactly as poisonous as they had been before. '... Xavier.' he mumbled in a monotone voice. 'And what the hell is your name?'

Omg, I really need to get used to this again. -fail-

This was place kind of familiar to the white-haired. He had smelled the scent of chemicals and herbs before, he had seen the white bedsheets and curtains before and he certainly had seen the familiar face of the dark-haired doctor - who always looked like he had a bad day. Xavier couldn't really empathize with him, they were quite similar in behaviour - he even remembered being scolded for always fighting with the idiotic firefly, but they didn't understand. Xavier didn't understand. He was never able to imagine the feelings of the other, not caring if they were hurt or not. It made things easier for him, he never got too close to the other and he was never driven by trivial things like ''friendship''. No, he purely took an interest in others - if there was anything peculiar about them.

There was nothing peculiar about Ike, but there was this thing Xavier liked about him and that was how he reacted to him. It was funny how Ike acted like this little grumpy puppy, barking at him and trying to bite him with teeth which wouldnt't hurt - okay, the slap in his face kind of hurt, but he couldn't get the puppy-image out of his head. Anyway, he was a funny person to bother, a comedy factor in his simple life. Still, there was a thick layer of dislike on top of that, coating the fun in something more bitter.

When he had turned his head to Ike - and didn't realise how ridiculous he looked - he heard the name of the white-haired fellow. Ike Hiyori. Not a name he would expect, he didn't expect it to be that light-hearted. He nodded a bit and yawned, closing his one visible eye once again. 'Well, it was a ''pleasure'' to meet you.' he spoke, his voice full of bitter sarcasm. He fell silent, not really saying anything. He wasn't sleeping, he was just laying and letting his body and mind rest after the tension. He could just drift off any time, letting himself sink in a deep and nice sleep, but that was completely denied when he heard a laughter through the infirmary. He opened his forest eyes again and looked at mister Hiyori, who in all of a sudden started laughing. Xavier frowned, not understanding why the little shit would burst out in laughter, untill the boy declared himself. He looked like a fucking idiot? A. Fucking. Idiot?

'Well, fuck you too.' Xavier spoke and grabbed a pillow, still in his laying position. He gave the pillow a yank, threw his arm in the air and launched the pillow at Ike, aiming it at his face. He leaned on his elbows and tried to sit up on the bed, only to almost fall back. He managed to get up on his knees and looked grumpily at Ike. 'And says who, the one with both of his hands injured? You bloody idiot.'