Never in a Month of Sundays

007: The Unexpected Argument

I caught him sitting pretty on a bench few steps from the drug store. He was seated with his arms rested on the edge of the bench languidly and his body slumped against the wooden seat.

He sat properly when he noticed my presence. I handed him the can of beer. How more stupid could he get? Instead of going to the hospital, he had asked for a can of beer.

"Thank you." He said cheerfully, opening the can with his thumb expertly. "If not for you I might be dead."

Appreciation was not I needed. I deserved more than that. I should get recognition for saving his worthless life. Those monsters earlier had no plans of leaving him alive.

I didn't say a word. Rather, I started taking the medication out of the bag. I grabbed his head harshly to face me.

Stupid jerk! The smile on his face never deteriorated. How can he afford to smile when his face was beaten black and blue? The unwanted awkwardness I often felt lately resurfaced once again. His face was only few inches away from me but I had to pretend not to be affected.

I started putting the medication on his wounds. I saw him fought countless times but it was amazing that no sign of scars marked on his face. I must admit. He was more charming than ever.

When god shattered gorgeousness, he was there at the front line catching every bit of it. It was no exaggeration to say that he was truly the most handsome guy I had laid my eyes on. His deep brown eyes, pointed nose, well-sculpted jawline. Everything about him was perfection.

And now was the closest chance I had to examine his face after a while. He grew few inches taller, his body was more masculine, his jawline was more prominent and now, the stubble that spoke adulthood grew slightly on his face.

"Move your head or I'll kill you!" I snorted rudely because his head was unsteady.

"Are you drunk?" Furrowing his eyebrows, he questioned curiously. I felt sentient realizing that he could smell my breath with the close proximity we had.

"It's none of your business. I said don't move!" I shot him a pugnacious stare and slapped his cheek lightly.

"Ouch! When did you start to become violent?" Touching his cheek, he complained with a frown.

"That was nothing compared to their punches, stupid! Put it yourself!" I declared abruptly as I thrust the cotton ball and disinfectant in his hand brusquely.

"I was joking.. Don't get mad.. Finish it.. I'll steady!" He replied, placing his face even closer.

When did he start babytalking?

If there was one noticeable thing that hadn't changed about him then it had to be his immaturity. Obviously, the punches he had gotten damaged his brain severely, made him totally insane.

I wanted to complain but my own hand had its life and snatched the medication from his hand. I was back at my nurse like duty, gently tapping  the cotton onto his wounds. Now he was more focus as he looked at me deadpanly.

There was silence thereafter and nobody dared to kill the silence.

"You're still cute when you're mad!" He was the one who broke the silence and his words shot shiver to my nerves. I ignored him intentionally, resisting my blood to paint blush on my face.

"Not just cute. You're beautiful." He whisphered, stealing my eyes from his bruises with his magnetic gaze.

My face couldn't restrain from turning red this time. This was the first he complimented my looks and I never thought he would ever use the adjective to describe me. "And I didn't know why it took you a while to realize that." I didn't argue. The mood was placid and I didn't want to wreck the peace of the night.