Something Sweet

His eyes were full of tears, 'why is he crying anyway?'

'It's not like he did this to me.'

'No, after all, he is the one who did this to me. If he didnt took me out. I would have been alright.'

He ran towards the emergency room without running back to the ward. "I couldn't ask what he was doing."

I just tried to bear up with the pain. It didnt hurt that much, but it was enough to shut my mouth.

"This is insane."

He rushed in through the doors. Someone came near us and asked, "What's wrong?"

The voice was familiar but I couldnt identify who it was. He told Samael to leave me on the bed and stay away, and then he took my top off and started to examine my wound.

"Can you speak?" He asked. I nodded my head to say 'no.'

"Don't worry, nothing much happened. A few of your stitches broke that's what made it bleed. I will redo the stitches," he said cleaning my wound.

Samael was frowning from the side looking at my body getting touched by another man.

"Doctor, can you hurry up?" he said.

"Who is the doctor here, you or me? Tell me. If you don't want her dead. Stay away."

"Nurse, bring me enough gauze to cover up the wound. I can't give you the injection right now. So try to bear with it okay."

He started to run the needle through my skin, the voice that didnt come out of my mouth came out making me scream the hell out. I screamed enough to startle all the people in the emergency room. Someone grabbed my hand and started to touch my head. It was very soothing but at the same time was enough to stop me from screaming.

Instead, I kept holding on to him trying to bear it.

"Okay, it's all done," the doctor said tying up the last knot.

"You will be alright now he said. Take her back to her room," he said looking at the nurse nearby and ran away hearing the alarm.

A few nurses came and got me dressed in new clothes and took me back to the ward. I fell asleep even though I didnt want to.

When I woke up I saw someone's head resting on my bed. He was still holding onto my hand. "How sweet of him," I said frowning. "Look at what he did to me. Did he love me in any way?"

'Oh, you are awake,' he said smiling. 'How are you feeling?'

"I am good, no thanks to you."

Then let's go home, he said.

All of my belongings were set aside, packed ready to be taken away.

"Should I help you shower?" he said looking at me. 'No thanks,' I said getting up. But the wound kept hurting like it was burning me alive. I barely got up and led my way over to the door, and looked out of it to find a nurse. "No one is there right?" He said trying to get back my attention towards him.

"It's not like I am going to stripe you naked. I will just wash that dirty hair of yours. It stinks a lot."

I ran to him forgetting my fresh would. 'How dare you,' I said jumping to catch his neck. But Instead, I missed him and was about to fall on the floor. He caught my body running his hand around my waist and pulled me back up.

"Ouch! it hurts," I said, removing his hand from my waist. It didnt actually hurt, I was just flustered. He made me sit in the wheelchair and took me over to the bathroom.

He started to wash my hair with warm water. It must be because he hasn't done this before, he didnt just wash my hair but kept pouring water all over my body.

"The shampoo is over there," I pointed at the shampoo in case. He took the shampoo bottle and squeezed almost half of it onto his hand.

"Are you going to buy me shampoo, is that why you squeezed almost half of the bottle onto your hand?"

'If you want to, I will buy you a shampoo company. Just tell me.' He said putting all that shampoo on my head and started to rub it against my head.

'Wait! wait! wait! that's not how you do it.' 'Stop this nonsense and go out. I can do this myself.'

He frowned at me and stopped what he was doing. "Okay then I will not help you," he said slamming the door. Okay then go away. 'I told you that I will not help you if something happens.'

"Okay, enough with the babbling, now go away. Don't worry I will not call for you."

'I am going then,' he said again wanting to get some attention from me.

Why is he like this anyway? "Did his head got hit somewhere?" Oh god! who knows. Stupid me, I said getting up from the wheelchair.

The shampoo bottle was almost empty, it was not half of it but almost four third of it. "Wait till I catch you," I said putting the shampoo back to the place it was. Massaging my hair was the best part of the day.

I washed off everything taking the conditioner onto my hand. It seemed empty. 'Wait how come is that conditioner is over before the shampoo.'

Didnt I lose a lot of hair? I said looking on the floor. "Wait! did he wash my hair using conditioner."

'What the heck,' I said opening the door.

My clothes were wet, and water was dripping down. I forgot to tie back my bathrobe. "Oh," I said quickly covering my body.

He was smiling at the top of his voice. "Wait! what was that." He kept smiling without even stopping for a second. My expressions must have been very funny for him.

"Why did you wash my hair with conditioner instead of Shampoo?" Look what you have done, I said showing him all the fallen hair I collected from the floor.

"But it smelled so nice." He didnt stop smiling for a second and kept goofing off thinking about something else.

'Hey yahhh, do you hear me? Stop thinking about lewd things you pervert.'

"How dare you wash my hair with conditioner. Look what you have done." I kept shouting totally forgetting my wound. It didnt hurt after all.

'Okay, so you are not listening to me,' "okay then." I threw the bottle of conditioner towards his head.

"Ouch!"

'What are you doing? It hurts,' he said touching his head.

'Do you want the shampoo bottle on your head as well?' I said running in to grab the shampoo bottle.

He hadn't moved a centimeter when I came out. "Okay, then throw it at me," he said smiling confidently.

This time I was determined to throw it straight at his face, not on his head.

I threw it at him, but he disappeared from my sight and while my eyes were searching for him, he appeared right in front of my eyes.

Closer to my face closer to my lips.

The bottle hit the mirror scattering it into pieces.