Win me Over

Guilt came crushing her like waves.

'I hurt him, didn't I?

I made the boy sad.' Neva ponders with a heavy heart.

She sighs, she could have watched her cruel mouth. She trudges to the door and locks it secure. Then picks up the medicine and places them back inside the first aid kit. Takes it to her room, and then heads to the balcony.

She grabs the cup with unfinished liquid, her hot chocolate's cold.

Curls Neva her lips in sorrow, and drinks the remaining hot chocolate—now cold in three, big, gulps. To the kitchen she goes on to wash the cup.

She gets her book and quilt from the balcony, locking the door to the balcony—shutting the outside world.

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The approaching week went by rather slowly.

Rhett didn't appear again.

Six in the dusk, Neva strolls back home from her little trip from a short visit to a nearby convenience store.

She reaches her apartment, climbing up the stairs to her floor a familiar figure stands before a door.

"Rhett?" Neva calls out, he halts his need to open the door, failing to dare turn around.

She hastens her steps. Nearing him, she scans him. His face away from her, the right face visible.

"Are you alright?" Neva asks, he doesn't respond. She grabs his arm, having him face her. His gaze still lowered. She purses her lips, yet scrutinizes him.

'Why would he be so horribly pale? Did he not recover from fever?'

She's about to run her mouth, to satisfy her ponders. Her gaze prevails over her words as her eyes lands on his hand—clutching the abdomen. His hands smeared in blood. No! It's not his hands that's hurt. His abdomen was oozing out blood.

Neva gasps in shock. "Rhett you're bleeding! How did you get hurt?"

She doesn't wait for an answer, she drags him to her apartment door, a slim strides away. Unlocking the door, he holds his hand once more.

Inside of her living room, she places him on the couch.

"Undress yourself." She demands after she had kept her groceries on the ground.

"What?" In a small voice he asks, meeting her eyes.

"Your hoodie, please take it off." She repeats, but he's still and unmoving. He gazes away from her.

"I'm fine you needn't bother." Cold and unusual of his goofy self, he makes Neva frown.

'Did he really took it to heart?' She recalls his saddened face the last time he had left her home. She attempts to take the matter in her own hands.

"Raise your hands." She grabs his arms, having them raise up. Rhett is stunned. His body accepts her orders, failing to be reluctant. She slides his hoodie off. He wore nothing inside. Bare body in her sight.

He was stabbed, it appears to be. His abdomen have quite a deep wound and the blood's still flowing.

The hoodie being black, she couldn't tell much, but she senses he had already lost a hefty amount.

Hurrying to her room, she brings back an emergency kit. She washes her hands, to prevent any infection before treating him—making haste to be back for him. She seats herself close beside him.

She first stops the bleeding, then applies a gentle pressure with a clean bandage. She cleans the wound with a clean wet cloth, and finally applies an ointment. Lastly covering the wound and dressing it up.

"For now I just stopped the bleeding, hurry and treat it at the hospital." She remarks, closing the lid of her emergency kit.

"Does it hurt?" Neva inquires the hush, awfully silent man.

He keeps his gaze lowered still. Heart beating exhaustingly fast. She earns a shake of his head.

'It doesn't hurt? Seriously!'

"You'd likely need stitches," she makes the poor quiet man know.

"What is it?" Finally she asks.

A silent moment goes by, "I'm sorry, I've troubled you again." Rhett words out, his head lowered, was he so afraid to look up at her?

She sighs, "It's no big deal." She ceases a little while to gather her words.

Maybe she could try and make him feel better.

"About that time I didn't mean it...you are no trouble."

He slowly looks up at her, connecting the eyes. "Really?"

She clears her throat, "Only mentioned the fever part, but you clearly are annoying following me around."

'Heh would he get upset again?'

She thought she had hit his sore chest again, but then his face brightens up. Neva thinks he still may be a child.

"Won't you ask how I got hurt?" Lively Rhett asks her, as he continues putting on the hoodie. Neva raises her brows at the querie.

"You must be in a street gang. Aren't you?" She didn't need to use too much of her brain, this bizarre man seemed like a difinition of a boy never serious in life, having the parents in a chokehold of perturbation.

"What?" Rhett asks in amazement.

"Otherwise, how would you explain, you probably got into a fight and lose." She simply shrugs.

Rhett chuckles, he finds her so really cute. 

"What it's not it?" Her brows creases. He still seemed like a boy with no future in her eye.

"You're genius Angel!" He gives her a thumbs up. "But I'm in no street gang, and I didn't lose the fight. In fact I won!" He smiles in victory.

"I won't ask further more." The girl exhales overwhelmed. In her heart she smiles, he's lively again. She prefers this happy Rhett more.

"See...don't be a stalker anymore, we can be friendly neighbours." Neva suggests.

Rhett frowns, "But I want to be lovers."

Neva rolls her eyes. "You don't say things like that!"

She deeply ponders. "If you do really like me, than give me a reason for me to date you."

"Because I like you." Rhett replies, almost immediately.

'That's it? Where's your IQ where's your EQ??'

Neva huffs, "Forget it go rest!"

Atleast assure her about your good nature, your strength that comes with that great body. Far forget about keeping her happy and prosper loyalty. She turns around leaving. He had no chance with her.

"Okay okay for now we can be friends, but later we'd date." He hastily responds, optimistic. Clueless everafter.

She halts her steps and looks over her shoulder. "Win me over." Swiftly she dissapears, leaving a man smiling like a fool.