So he built this just because of her mother's request? She looked around her and shook her head in disbelief. What a waste of money!
"Okay." she wanted to reason out with him but it looks like logic has long left his system so she grabbed her bag to leave him to himself. She cried in pain when the sling of the bag grazed the part of her skin that was cut when he smashed one of the tables.
He sat on alert and when he saw blood from the gash, his tipsy self suddenly went away. Before she could even react to hide it, he already grabbed her hand, a look of panic streaked his face, and carried her off to their house. He propped her on a chair, left her for a moment and came back with a medicine kit on his hands.
It stung when he tried to disinfect it so no matter how gentle and careful he tried, Sweetheart still instinctively jerked back. He wiped his face with his hands and breathed deeply.
"Bear with it," he said in a soothing voice before her continued cleaning it again. When he saw a tear escape her face from the pain, he stopped, looked away and called for his mother to finish tending to her wound. When it was fully wrapped up, he carried her off to his car again and drove away.
She dared not speak as she felt the air tensing while he drives. She's also focused on the road now as her driver was just definitely drunk earlier today and may just feel dizzy again. She doesn't want any other accident for now. She sent a message to her mother telling her not to wait for dinner anymore while silently saying a prayer of protection for them both.
I knew it. My kindness will kill me one day, she complained to herself. Shut up, you lazy woman!
They arrived at a nearby hospital where he carried her in the emergency room and demanded treatment for her. He became his earlier inebriated self and just kept on blabbering.
"Hurry, I cut her. She may die!"
"Are you not listening, she may get infected. You need to inject her something!"
"Why are you making her wait? This is an emergency."
"Who are you? Where's your president, I need to talk to him!"
"Why are you only checking that! She may be injured somewhere else, check further."
"Is there a doctor here. I don't want you. Don't touch her!" She rolled her eyes and gestured at the doctor to just agree with the guy.
"He's drunk!" she mouthed.
"I'm not drunk!" she heard him deny before he hiccuped. Nice!
"Yeah! He's not drunk! What were you all thinking?" she just decided to agree with him instead as she blinks her eyes to the health personnels around. Their confused looks now understanding the situation.
"You're not believing me." he suddenly sounded like a kid again as he accused her. Oh gosh! Can this day get any worse?
"No! I believe you." she immediately replied. His eyes looked gentle when he gazed back at her.
"No, you never believed me." he reached out his hand to touch her face. She stiffened from her seat and her eyes grew wide. What is this idiot doing? She gathered her strength to push him away but he just slumped on the bed next to her and fell asleep.
She puffed a couple of breaths then asked for one of the hospital staff to help her carry him back to his car. She did not complain anymore when they offered to look into her wounds. After careful inspection, they got her cleared to go home. They even had to get her some ointments knowing she won't be able to with her wrecked passenger.
She checked on the guy first before she opened the driver's seat and started the car. She felt her head grew large when he stirred awake, moved to the passenger seat and sat beside her. She tried to steady her breathing from shock when he held her injured arm and carressed it.
"I'm sorry," he murmured before he planted a soft kiss on the bandaged wound. She did not even feel his lips on her skin but it still send an electrifying feeling all over her body. She pulled her hand away from him and stared on the road ahead.
"I'm driving," he just let out a 'Mmm' sound as he closed his eyes.
She called for his parents when they arrived home and helped them carry him to their house. She bid the couple goodnight before she went home. Her father was at home and waiting for her when she got in. He saw her wound and immediately fussed over her.
She lied that she got it while cooking but did tell them that Handsome already brought her to the hospital. When she felt her stomach grumble, she headed to their kitchen and stuffed herself with food.
She suddenly wondered if her guy neighbor has even eaten then she immediately put it off of her mind. He's old enough to look after himself, she continued wolfing down her food.
She left the plate in the sink and soakeded it in water before she headed to the bathroom for a brief shower. She kissed her parents goodnight and closed the door to her room to sleep.
But sleep refused to visit her that night, her thoughts kept drifting to Handsome's kiss on her bandaged arm. She remembered that he does the same when they were still kids. And like all kids her age, she feels the pain gone whenever he kisses it.
Now, she wants to punch him for doing just the same. She sent him a message to come out for a bit then walked out of their house and paced back and forth in the road.
When she realized that he may be too drunk to check her message, she suddenly felt stupid. She decided to sleep it over instead and just confront him the next day.
She already started marching towards their house when she felt a cloth envelop her shoulders. She turned around to see Handsome looking down at her, his face still flushed from too much alcohol. She grimaced.
"You'll get cold in this weather." he said before his body swayed towards her. As his physique is many times larger than hers, she felt her knees tremble as she struggles to support him. Just then, she felt his arms envelop her as he remained slumped against her body.