My Dangerous Boy's

Part 18 - Hospital

In a white room, a girl lay on the bed. His breathing was regular with his eyes closed, still in the same state as a few hours ago. The smell of typical hospital medicines can be smelled in every corner of the printed room.

The heartbeat of a device sounds regularly, indicating that the Patient is still alive. An irregular line moved up and down on the box-shaped device.

Suddenly, those blue sliced eyes opened slowly. He seemed to blink his eyes many times, trying to adjust the glare light directly into his retina.

With her eyes still blurry, the girl tried to sit on the bed. However, he immediately groaned softly when he realized his actions just now made his head suddenly throbbing pain, requiring him to lie back on the white soft mattress.

After some time to adjust to the pain that was eating away at him, he then looked around in wonder and scrunched his forehead.

Silent and silent.

He is no stranger to this atmosphere, because he was already here. However, his brain felt very slow to digest where he was.

His eyes deftly scrutinized the entire thing in the room. There is a brown sofa in the middle of the room, a small table in the left corner, also equipped with a television and a small closet.

Comfortable.

His eyes then glanced towards the window that was directly facing outside, revealing a beautiful view of the city. However, everything still feels strange in the all-white room he occupies, until finally his brain suddenly rings and tells where he is now.

Hospitals.

Shella reflexes patting her own eel. How could he be here?

Those memory fragments suddenly slipped into his mind, making him instantly rise from that soft bed.

Gosh, what about those bad luck heroes?

Crick...

His anxiety was just so dull when his ears caught someone opening the door from the outside. He reflexively straightened his body ready to standby and squinted his eyes to focus his gaze on the figure of the person.

"Who?" he asked a man who entered his room and closed the door. He could not clearly see the man's face because of his burly body facing backwards. But it seemed that he was no stranger to the owner of this body.

"Are you so shocked by the incident that you forgot about me?" The man spoke in a tone that seemed insinuating. He turned his body and looked towards Shella with both hands in his pants pocket.

Zavier walked towards the woman, then without permission he immediately sat on the bed. The man brought his face closer to Shella's face, then smiled obliquely.

Unknowingly, Shella held her breath, shocked by this man's actions just now. The warm breath was clearly felt by him, and it made him stutter instantly. "W-what are you doing?"

Zavier chuckled amusedly at the nervousness of Shella that was plastered clearly at this moment. He then placed his hand against Shella's forehead while peeking strangely.

And oh my god.....

It instantly made Shella's heart become unhealthy and pumped tightly when her forehead came into contact with that big hand. He swallowed his saliva with great difficulty. His heart felt like it was about to leap out of place right then and there.

"Your fever has come down, it turns out," he said, then kept his face away from Shella. Seeing that, Shella reflexively exhaled her breath in relief as the handsome face moved away from her.

Zavier stood firm and held a slanted smile, a smile capable of making a woman's heart melt in an instant. He then looked at the girl with a small look.

"You are so weak. Just because of the usual fever you immediately fainted in my arms," he said while holding his chest that field, as if making a shield on his body.

Hearing that, Shella spontaneously glared sharply and held her own forehead. Why does he have a fever? Is it because he was rained on the night before?

And hell, was this guy just mocking him as weak? Recalling that, subconsciously his two hands immediately clenched tightly and it felt like it was already very itchy to immediately punch that stupid face.

Hold on, wait a minute.....

The woman frowned strangely when she realized something. If he passes out in the arms of his goddamn lecturer, does that mean this guy helped him out of the accident?

"Have you saved me?"

Hearing that, Zavier immediately nodded his head. "Yes. And you should be grateful to be alive now. You know girl, my leg was getting improved when saving your life. You have better to say thank you."

Shella gawked and looked at the man in disbelief. Hearing his words made the girl immediately set her gaze towards Zavier's feet. It didn't take him long, he found that Zavier's right calf was being bandaged. Shella didn't realize that from now on.

He became a little sorry for not being careful when crossing the street. His intention earlier to punch the man's face was replaced by regret that infiltrated his heart. "Then, thank you for saving me," he said quickly.

Zavier simply nodded, then sat down on the chair next to the bed while raising his eyebrows. "Actually, what were you thinking at the time?" tanyanya.

"I don't think about anything" he said, raising his shoulders. "What about the driver of the car?"

"The man ran away," he replied, leaving Shella glued to the spot.

"What?"

"I'm trying to figure out who did it" Zavier replied as he stared right at Shella's blue bead.

Well-favoured.

Shella returned the man's gaze until subconsciously, they looked at each other for a few seconds, as if they had been hypnotized into the eyes of their respective opponents. He stared at the brown eyes for a long time, wading into the net until he got lost. 

The man suddenly moved his face, starting to approach the face of Shella who was still fixated. His gaze led to the girl's red ripe lips. He then approached until their distance remained a bit.

From this close distance, Zavier could feel the exhale from Shella. The desire that he had longed for from the beginning felt like it was blowing outwards. And there was one thing he liked, the scent of this girl.

April 20th, 2020