What is love?

Chapter 4

Darkness. That's all I can see right now and the past few hours. But that's odd. In one second I'm all well. I'm priding about my strength against the snake bite and then it all came so suddenly. The sudden blackness, the nothingness. What happened? Even I am stunned. What if I am stunned? I can't have blacked out that fast can I? Oh, and to think I'm strong and all. What was I thinking?! Weak, knucklehead, dummy! I won't be surprised if this is dying. Death will probably come any minute now with his infamous axe.

But wait. I see...light! That means I'm not dying! I am going to survive after all! Looks like I am that strong. Hah! I can't wait to see the look on March's face. March...that name. When I was awake, I despise that name so much. And now that I'm unconscious, hearing that name feels kinda...good. It brings some sort of flutter in my heart and guts. A good flutter. And that voice I hear before blacking out. That must've been his. That hint of worry and exasperation. It worries me. Is he alright? Am I going to be alright?

"Scarlette! You're awake!" March exclaimed as he wrapped his arms around me. 

My eyes finally adjusted to the sudden lights and I can finally focus on the blurring figure of him, shaking me back and forth in excitement. Poor bloke. I bet he's really worried. By the look on his face and that bud of tear on his eyes. I daresay I have some viable proof.

BAGH

"OW, what was that for?!" Did March just hit me on the head?!

"Causing a panic and being a knucklehead." He pouted. 

I returned the gesture with a quick slap on his stupid face. "Now we're even." 

"Ugh, why did you let a snake bit your hand dum-dum? Trying to look brave and all? Well that backfired." He tried his best to look frustrated, but I can still hear the hint of worry and panic in his voice.

"So what?! Aren't you happy that I'm alive?"

"Hmm, maybe a bit." He lied

Seriously this guy, why did I even miss him when I was blacked out. I raised my right hand fist to land another punch on his head to clear him up. But then I felt a searing pain stricken across it. I can't bare to lift it higher than eye length before dropping it down. 

"Oww!" I winced and clutched my wrist.

"Every action comes with a price, Scarlette." March let out a sigh.

"That stupid snake!"

"Don't curse the snake, he's doing self-defense! Curse yourself! You're the dum-dum who picked it up from the shrubs."

"That was also self-defense! A self-defense from humiliation and disgrace." 

"Well that didn't work. It left you with twice the humiliation and disgrace than when it started." March stick out his tongue at me.

"Gumdrops." I huffed, blowing the bangs away out from my eyes and slumped on the headboard. "How long will I be in this...state?"

"2 weeks."

"2 weeks?!" I jumped back up. "That's so long! How will I do stuff like eat, drink, read, do...home works?"

"And that's the function of having a friend. To help you out." March smiled.

"No! I refuse! I won't have another human - especially you - helping me with common activities for two weeks! I'd rather die." I turned away from him.

"Stubborn as hell." March stood up from his seat to leave.

Now that I think about it, I've injured my right hand. My dominant hand. He's right. What can I do with only my left hand? I guess he do have a point. No, no, no, no, no. Don't get fooled by this sugarcoated dessert, Scarlette. Just...adopt a new way of doing stuff then! Yeah, that's it.