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I filled up the bottle of water and hurriedly gave it to a tired-looking Maya who was searching for her socks.

"Can you put it on my handbag please?" She pouted looking at me with her tired puffy eyes. I nodded and put it in her black handbag. It's 6:45 am and Maya has a test in an hour so that's why she's in a hurry to reach university. After last night's accident I haven't had the sleep I needed, not even a blink. I was so scared and anxious that something might happen and also that man hasn't woke up yet.

"I can't find my damn socks and these doesn't match, this one has strips on it and this one doesn't" Maya showed me the pair of her two short brown socks, well they are both brown why don't she just wear them?

"They are both brown just wear them it can't be shown and besides no one's gonna ask you to take out your shoes just to check if your socks match" I replied and handed her scarf to wear, it's snowing since last night and she gets cold really quick.

"Ok ok I'll wear it" she wore the socks and scarf and was ready to go when she stopped and turned to me.

"Please be careful around that man ok? Keep the frying pan with you when he wakes up and if he does any strange thing, don't hesitate and call 911 immediately, you get me?" She whispered and hugged me real quick.

"Maya he is injured, how can he harm me when he can't even move his arm? And frying pan, seriously?"

"Yes seriously, you know it's really effective, one hit on the face and he will" she raised her hand to her neck and made a dead face and giggled, this girl what will i do with her?

"I am done! Go or you'll miss the bus" I shooed her away and closed the door behind her.

"Ok ok don't push me ba bye" she shouted while her voice got lower and lower.

I sat on the couch and closed my eyes, my head was really aching. I should eat something but I don't have any appetite so I just took a glass of water with a tablet and drank it.

I heard some movement from my bedreoom where that man was resting so I quickly put the glass down on the counter and left to check on him.

I should really stop calling him that man he might have a good name and he should be called by it, but I don't mind a ruthless prick too, no no that would be too much

I entered the room to see him struggling with the sheets as it was strangled on his legs, he couldn't touch it because of his injured arm and abdomen.

"Merde" he said something which I couldn't quite understand but I was sure it wasn't something good judging by his expression. (Shit)

"Où est mon portable?" He again said something and checked his side pockets in his pants with difficulties while groaning. (Where is my phone?)

"Um hello" I awkwardly said going in further in the room, near the bed. He abruptly looked up staring at me with his amber hard eyes.

"You?" He looked shocked to say, but his eyes held something more which I couldn't quite describe like it did back in the store. His abdomen muscles contracted when he tried to sit up and my eyes were following its each move like a hungry puppy dog.

"Did you fixed my wounds?" I quickly averted my gaze out of his delicious abs- oh holly golly what am I saying, his abs and delicious eww.

"Um- I gues- I mean yes I did" I nervously chuckled and what else could I have done? I mean if he had caught me staring at his deliciou- ..h..his abs then he would have remark something cocky and I really don't have time or energy for such shit.

After getting his answer he examined his surrounding when he suddenly scowled- now what happened?

"Why am I in such a cramped dinky?" Dinky, is he kidding me right now? Cause it's not funny.

"Excuse me! I think you have damaged your eyes? Did you got a bullet in your eyes too, cause I don't mind taking it out" I gave him a sarcastic look hoping he will get that it's not a dinky or whatever, it's mine and Maya's bedroom and he can't just call it a dinky place yeah it's abit small but not that much to be called a dinky.

"Uh? Bullet in my eyes? But then I would have been blind and that I am not and you can see that too. So that means I haven't gotten any bullet in my eyes, in simply words no" he answered back smiling sarcastically, this bitch can't he just once answer me properly?

"How are you feeling?" I changed the subject, cause I can't keep up with him or his bullshit of a sense.

"Actually, I am feeling a little suffocated and thirsty in here but other wise I am feeling just fine" again Does he have to taunt my room every single second? Someone has to stop our this stupid back-firing thing, so we could just be finished with this shit and he could go back home safe and sound. And I'll continue my own peaceful life without any interruptions. But then again I'll be the kind one and help him.

"Do you want to drink a glass of water?" I offered him since he is feeling thirsty but instead he stared at me again with that look in his eyes like he is afraid, guilty, scared or angry? I don't know he should stop giving such looks cause I am not a mind reader or eye reader or anything related to that.

"Yeah" he simply answered and averted his gaze away from me like as I wasn't a sight good enough to be seen. So I left him there and went to grab a glass of water for him but when I came back he had somehow managed to raise himself and was looking through my things in my nightstand.

"What are you doing?

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