The lost princess of Arenthia

Chapter 3 ~ Jesus, please dont let it be her. ~

Amorette <3

It's been a day since Mr. Grumpy made his way into my life,It's also been a full day since he opened his eyes.

In all honesty, I think that he's dead or maybe it was actually ketchup. That's not the case tho because the Holy Spirit told me he's still alive and that the ketchup theory isn't actually a factual theory.

Plus I can see that he's breathing, I think.

Anyway, there's so much he missed like Alejandro's funeral and he also missed this family of ducks walking over my bridge. I didn't tho because I was doing bible study outside and I saw them in full glory. It was honestly so cute.

The thing is you know, if he you know kicks the bucket. What do I do with him because there is no way I'm carrying this guy outside?

Currently, I'm sitting on a bean bag in the living room because someone took my couch. Cough cough.

I tried asking God for a solution to my current predicament but no answer.

I'm ready to go for a round two but before I can close my eyes I hear grunting behind me. I turn my head around and see Mr Grumpy himself sitting up. I jump up faster than you could say duck and I try to help him, he immediately pushes me away and I stumble before falling to the ground.

My bum makes contact with the floor in almost an instant, and I can feel a bruise forming.

That's a bit rude but I can't blame him, he probably doesn't know where he is and my weird as self flew at him like a mosquito ( I am not a mosquito in Jesus name!).

" Are you okay?" I ask still on the floor, Last week I fell off my hanging chair outside and it really did a number on my bum, I thought my days of pain were finally coming to an end.

I guess not.

I rub my bum while standing up. He looks a bit sorry but all he does is nod. " I'm coming back !" I yell as I limp to the kitchen grabbing one of my wooden mugs and pouring some water for him to drink. I strut back because I'm amazing and because the pain started to disintegrate thank you, Jesus. I hand him the cup of water and when he's secured it in his hands he just stares into the cup like it's a fresh dose of poison ready to destroy his whole career.

" Don't worry I would never hurt a patient. " I inform him while putting one hand to my chest and adorning a motherly smile. He looks up at me and then the cup, he takes a sip and then another and then he just keeps drinking I think he's thirsty.

" I need to do your bandages if you don't mind then I could get you something to eat. " I advise before turning to get the medical box. I come back with the box and sit next to him. I should have changed this yesterday but someone was sleeping. I was planning on doing it in his sleep but he was way too heavy.

I take off his old bandages and luckily the cut doesn't look that bad, most of the plasters have fallen off but apart from that it's all fine. I start to put on a new set of bandages on him and he just stares at me.

" Oh, my name is Angel Amorette Femi by the way, I don't know why I said my full name but yeah you can just call me Angel,"  I tell him as I continue to wrap the bandage around his waist. I thought he would tell me his name but he doesn't so we just stay in awkward silence until I talk again.

" what's yours? " He gives ms a weird look so I have to reiterate. " Your name, what's your name?" he makes an 'o' shape with his mouth and I just shake my head and laugh a litlle.

" Shaquile... Calem Andrews." his voice, his accent theres something different about it but apart from that Jesus said you are my beloved son indeed. Why is his voice so soothing, its low and smooth like I don't even know how to explain it. I rate his voice one million out of ten it's absolutely amazing. I just sit there nodding my head, I'm not even wrapping the bandages anymore I'm just there smiling. He looks down at the bandages then up at me and I immediatelly snap back to normal God what is wrong with me.