Angie's POV
I watched as the doctor checked out Math's vitals. He was looking all gloomy and preserving his anger for me, I think. He refused to go to the hospital so I decided to give the family doctor a call and he agreed to come back again to treat him.
"He'll be better when he takes this." The doctor let out, stretching out some pile of pills to me. "He just suffered a head trauma."
I received the pills and thanked the doctor before he took his leave.
Mathias was laying comfortably on his bed, bracing me. He was in pain but he was too pompous to admit it. How could there be someone this defiant in this life? He was so difficult.
Thankfully, he permits me to enter his room for the first time even though I've once sneaked in before. Standing in front of him, I had nothing to say to him as he won't even turn to face me like he didn't notice my presence.
I thought of preparing some meals for him before I could think of means for him to use his medications. As I tried opening the door, I heard his husked but soft voice. "Where do you think you're going to?"
I turned instantly to catch a glimpse of him. Was he addressing that question to me?
Not accepting what I just heard, I moved a little bit closer to him and asked. "Do you just ask me where I was going to?"
He turned around on his bed to face me and our eyes met. He was looking all weak and exhausted. What has he engrossed himself with for him to look so pitiful?
He nodded, staring wide at me. "Don't step out of here until I ask you to."
I stood shunned at his outburst. Did she just hear him extremely clearly? Maths was begging her to stay. I smiled, not like he hasn't done more than what he just asked for but because he was conscious and staring deep into her face.
Trying to tease him better, I shuddered. "And who gave you the right to make such grips?"
He didn't say a word and just shut his eyes struggling to catch some sleep. Was this boy acting all bossy at me? Can't he just open up and plead with me?
I'm so tired of his pretense.
I heaved a heavy sigh and moved to him on the mattress. I bent low to him. "Always try to put the word 'Please in your sentence so you don't get beaten one day," I whispered to his ear, making his eyes slide open.
We both stared at each other for some while before he finally drifted off to take a nap.
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I went downstairs to prepare Maths something to eat when he woke up. I don't know when it started but as soon as I opened the door to his room, I met him sitting erect on the bed, he was looking all sweaty.
I went ahead to the slab in his room and placed the meal I prepared.
I walked up to him and knew instantly, he had nightmares.
Nancy once mentioned him having a lot of nightmares but I had no idea it was going to be this worst.
"Maths?" I called going close to him. He didn't answer either does it looks like he heard me?
I got to him, placed my both hands on his cheeks, and raised his face to look at mine. He was looking so terrible, red already stole its way into his eyes.
"Are you okay?" I asked, trying to make him talk. Instead, he brought up his hands to mine and held unto it. I could feel his sincere touch and clenched unto him. I sat down beside him and pulled him into a hug.
"It's okay," I assured, caressing his back. Before I could say any other words, I heard his sob.
He whimpers like a toddler who needed to consume something good in his stomach but he was refused it.
I don't know how many minutes we spent hugging each other but I know it took a couple of minutes before he could stop crying.
This time, he was the one who pulled away from me since I was already enjoying the moment.
He stood up from me and made his way into his bathroom without uttering any other word.
I waited patiently for him to finish whatever he was doing so I could force both his food and medication on him.
Not long, the door to the bathroom opened, reviewing him coming out. I couldn't help but drown at what I saw. The water dripping down from his hair straight to his chest made me think wild. I strolled my gaze on his smooth abs forgetting he was facing directly at me.
"Are you okay now?" his question brought me back to life. "Are you okay with what you're seeing?"
I looked at him and I saw a cute smirk curving on his lips. It was then it dawn on me that he has caught me lusting on his body.
I coughed and turned my face away. "Can you please put something on?"
"Of course," he whispered into my ear and I felt a spike of different emotions running through my vein. I had to hold unto my breath so I don't lose balance.
I couldn't face him still and stood bracing him until I heard the sound of a dish opening. I turned immediately only to see him checking out the meals I prepared.
He turned to face me after taking a mouthful of honeyed sandwiches, his face looking like he was going to puke soon, he asked. "Why does this taste awful?"
"What?!" I blurted. "Is that bad?"
"Come here and taste what you prepared for as a meal!" he outraged, shoving the sandwiches back into the dish. "Hell!"
I shifted to where he stood and cut off a little bit of the sandwiches and took it into my mouth. I chewed gently on it, trying to check what was wrong with it since I already ate one myself but it didn't taste bad.
"There's nothing wrong with this." I proclaimed looking up at him.
Unexpectedly, he placed his lips on mine and kissed me wiping off the little morsel on my lip, then he pulled back and gave me the most warming smile I have been hoping to see all this while.
"Did you just make a fool of me?" I asked, amazed.