Magic Rich Boy // JHS

two: blood

Two: Blood

"Ow..." Maria lightly whimpered, putting her hand on her nose.

"Wait, let me see," the stranger grabbed her wrist to pull away her hand from her face.

She flinched away. "I'm fine!"

The stranger backed off, still a bit worried for her. He didn't mean to hit her. He wasn't looking and was kinda in a hurry. Maybe he could just apologize and leave? Maria then uncovered her nose and the stranger saw all the blood.

Holy fucking shit, thought the stranger. He couldn't have possibly hit her that hard. Well, apparently he could because there she was basically bleeding out in front of him. They have to go to the hospital. They needed to go to the hospital. He couldn't leave her here and let her become a biological hazard.

"Come on, we're going to the hospital," said the stranger.

Maria looked at him as if he was crazy. There was no way in hell she was going anywhere with this person. He looked like an enhanced hobo, with some fancy baggy pants, a white button-up and socks and slides. Maria just wanted him to leave her alone. Her hand and chin were slowly being covered with blood and she felt kinda dizzy from looking at it.

"You're like bleeding a lot," Well, obviously, thought Maria. "Maybe I broke your nose. We need to go to the hospital."

"I'm pretty sure I would know if you broke my nose," Maria retorted. "It's fine. Just get me some napkins or something."

The stranger did what he was told immediately. She went and sat down in her original spot, still holding her nose. The blood already got on her shirt, which was really annoying because that stain wouldn't come off with just a simple wash. She breathed through her mouth to calm herself down because she couldn't fucking breathe through her nose. The stranger came back out with two handfuls of napkins and Maria resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

Okay, so she was being a bitch. Bleeding out of your face does that to you, but she was really trying her best to be polite.

"Thanks," she mumbled, putting some napkins in her nostrils and up her nose.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't see you," the stranger apologized again. "Your shirt got stained. Tell me how much it is, I'll pay to have it cleaned."

Maria shook her head. "It's okay, it's only an old shirt," her voice a little muffled because of the napkins.

"Are you sure your nose isn't broken? Let's just go to the hospital to make sure," insisted the stranger.

"No, it's okay, really. I should've been more careful."

Maria finally got a good look at the stranger's face. He had a long face, with high cheekbones, strong jawline and big eyes. She would definitely remember him just because he was so unique and yet it worked. Mr. Stranger wasn't bad looking at all. In normal circumstances, he might've even made her feel a bit shy.

But these aren't normal circumstances. He almost broke her face against a glass door.

"Are you absolutely sure that your nose is fine?" he repeated.

Maria took all her napkins out and asked, "Does it looks weird or misplaced or something?"

"Not really."

"Then it's not," she placed some napkins back now that the bleeding was subsiding.

"But I don't know what your nose originally looked like!"

"Like this but with no blood."

The stranger sighed. He pulled out his phone and offered it to Maria.