Chapter Twenty-Nine: "Mulier est hominis confusio"
He didn't have arms any more. His brain told him that, so it was the truth. Only, it wasn't real. He knew of the existence of phantom limbs, and how a man without arms would still feel them there sometimes, because the brain was so used to having them that he couldn't convince himself it wasn't true. On the other hand, he did have his arms. He could see them. He knew they were attached to his shoulders. He knew the nerves were connected. He knew they were his arms, his hands, his fingers-and yet, his brain was pretty much convinced those two lumps of flesh, muscle and bones weren't there.
It was a bizarre experience, one that didn't last more than a few minutes after he woke up, but which was long enough to make him want to call his psychiatrist-and yet he couldn't, because for those few minutes of terror, his mouth was paralyzed. He wanted to scream, but couldn't. His breathing hitched, the heart monitor by the side of the hospital bed began to beep like crazy, and a group of nurses rushed over faster than he could blink.
His terror was washed away with drugs. Perhaps it was morphine, perhaps it was valium in enough quantities to calm down an elephant, but whatever the reason, the drugs did the trick. Whoever said that drugs weren't useful for something had never felt the pure atrocity that a blown-out mental breakdown could be. Sometimes, he wondered if he'd still be there without the prescription medicines he had taken at the start of his healing process.
Now he was largely without, but...he still did have those marvelous pills in one of the pockets of his luggage.
Perhaps it was time to bring them out. Not now, no, now he was happily enjoying a conversation with mister Bunny, but at a later date-yes, at a later date, he'd bring them out and have a trip down nostalgia road.
"You have woken up," Rei's voice snapped him out of his reverie for the bunny in the corner of the room, which in truth was simply a stuffed doll that someone had left for him by his bedside. He turned to look at her, and smiled.
"Hello," he said. "Did you know that Morphine is an opiate that operates directly on the central nervous system? It can last for up to seven hours, and that's without considering long-term injections," he giggled. "That's-it's funny. Rabbit was just saying-"
"You fainted after losing both arms of your Evangelion," Rei said, calmly taking the seat and grabbing the rabbit doll with one hand, looking at it with a critically appraising glance. "Were you not taught to take proper care of your equipment?"
"So what you're saying is...that I need a hand?" Shinji said with a nice, happy hum.
"I did not say that," Rei spoke plainly. "I am asking if you-"
"Losing my limbs...must have cost an arm and a leg," Shinji giggled.
Rei's eyes narrowed, "Are you trying to be funny, professor Shinji Ikari?"
"Uh?" Shinji furrowed his brows, trying his hardest to concentrate. "Listen...Rei, why...why don't you give Rabbit back to me now?"
"This doll holds some emotional value to you?" Rei asked, moving the doll back and forth, but Shinji shook his head.
"N-No, just found him all alone by my side-lonely, so, so lonely," Shinji mumbled. "Like Asuka I guess-" he added as he extended a hand, "Can I get it back now, please?"
Rei exhaled, "The Germanian ex-pilot? Was she here before?" she moved to hand the rabbit back, "she is a troublesome individual. You would do well to stay away from her."
"Yeah mom," Shinji mumbled as he clutched the rabbit, his eyes dropping down, "I'll do that..."
Rei's breathing hitched briefly, "Pilot Ikari-" Shinji was already asleep, a grown-up man clutching the rabbit with both of his arms tightly around it, and as he slept, Rei's right hand twitched, her fingers somehow betraying her intentions as they moved to push away from his eyes the unruly hair that had begun to grow over them. He needed a haircut.
He really needed a haircut.
The door of the hospital room opened with a soft hiss, admitting the red-haired figure of Asuka, her bright everyday clothes freshly washed judging by the fragrance they emitted. "Yawhol," she said without even realizing Rei was in the room, "I have come bearing gifts-" she stopped as she realized what was going on. Rei's right hand was still on Shinji's head, amidst his hair and playing with a brown lock. Asuka was clutching on to a paper bag filled with pleasantly smelling bread, as if it had been freshly baked.
"Ayanami," Asuka said, "What are you doing?" her voice was tranquil, like a deep sea that hid beneath it the turmoil of a lurking Cthulhu.
"Ensuring pilot Ikari has a good rest, because he needs it," Rei replied flatly. "Performing his service in the name of mankind, restlessly training and fighting for the sake of humanity's future-" her eyes narrowed, "Some of us still have what it takes to fight for others."
"Is that so?" Asuka said dryly. "I wonder what's worse. Fighting and failing to save anyone, or being unable to fight. The second is liberating, the first...is damning enough, isn't it? I guess being a total failure even at something you're supposed to be good at is quite eye-opening?"
She took a seat on the opposite side of Shinji's bed, and smiled.
"I guess you must feel good knowing that since you don't have to try, then you won't be judged. What is this...the old man saying he could build a house better than the workers going at it?" Rei replied offhandedly. "I find it ironic, Langley, that you speak of my inability as a pilot when you aren't even allowed to try." She smiled. "At the very least, I try."
"Oh well," Asuka flipped her long hair behind her back, "At least I am something more than a doll now, I'm all free, with money, a stable life-what about you? Still following like a puppy that sickening mother-daughter lover?"
Rei's fists clenched from her side of the bed. "I am not. Still, you are disturbing Shinji's sleep." Her eyes narrowed. "Kindly stop your prattling."
"He's all mine, you know that?" Asuka whispered, her smile blossoming on her face. "I got to him first, and he's thinking about it." She smirked. "You weren't fast enough. Enjoy your eternity alone."
Rei, for her part, simply grabbed both of her breasts and squeezed them once. "Shinji remarked on how my mammary glands were full. I doubt he said the same to you."
Asuka's breathing caught itself in her throat, and then her eyes began to burn with fiery vengeance.
Shinji, for his part, peacefully slept and dreamed of running in a field of flowers with a rabbit friend rushing ahead of him. The rabbit had a clock in his mouth, a clock that rang and rang, repeating always the same words.
You're screwed! You're screwed! You're screwed!