Chapter 4

He is pretty, very pretty too pretty perhaps he looks like a work of art.

Everything on his face is perfect, sharp jaw, a small pointy noise, full lips and double eye lidded eyes. He has delicate, crystal-clear blue eyes that drifts a little into grey-blue and they complete the handsome boy look going on.

Tall frame which is a bit muscular, he has black hair which seems like it isn't combed any day of the year he just uses his hands l guess a little trick l also learnt from my mom but l combs my hair at least twice a week.

He is wearing a black sweater which brings out the beauty of his eyes.

His smile starts fading and l begin wondering why.

"Why are you crying," he asks striding towards me.

"What?" I ask touching my cheeks and they are damp. I hadn't /realized that I was crying.

"It's unintentional." I say wiping the tears and start smiling.

"I don't know where to start, you saved both my life and my brother's and now this you pay for our bills---," before l could finish my voice starts breaking and before l know it l am already crying damn these tears.

"It's no big deal." He says just brushing it off like it's nothing.

"It is to me, thank you so much how can l repay you." I ask.

"You don't have to, paying the bills was not loaning you money l willingly did it you don't have to repay anything." He says coming close to me.

"How are you feeling now," he asks his eyes full of concern placing his hand on my forehead.

"You know l don't have a fever, right?" I say smiling at him. He laughs before asking again about my health.

"Good says the doctor." I answer him sitting on the bed. He follows suit and sits at the edge of the bed.

We only talked about how l am recovering and my brother too. He asked a lot about me and l fall asleep still answering his many-many questions.

Tomorrow morning l wake up to find him sitting on a chair his head lying on the bed sound asleep. He is sleeping peacefully considering that the way his body is lying looks so uncomfortable l stealthy move out of bed careful not to wake him up if he had any sleep at all his face looks exhausted.

I get my breakfast and decide to let him have it, it's the least l could do for someone who saved my life.

When l opened the door, he winced and woke up, seeing me he smiles widely.

"Hey," he says smiling and stretching his body simultaneously.

"Have some breakfast." I say placing the tray in the table so that he could eat.

"Where's yours?" He asks looking at the door waiting for someone to get in with another tray l suppose.

"Ooh, l am not hungry." I say looking down he looks at me in a way that at times l feel like he sees right through me to my soul.

"What?" I ask pulling on a poker face.

"No that won't do, let me order something for both of us to eat."

"I told you l am not hungry," l say and he takes his phone and gestures that l keep my mouth shut as he dials a number.

On the phone

"Will tell Monic to prepare something for me within ten minutes.....l know but just do it for me...what he's there l thought he was coming next week...no come on Will don't tell him he doesn't need to know...you have to bring it.....just tell him we are hanging out.....the usual place....l know fourth time this week....talk when you get here."

He hangs up with a huge smile.

"That was Will my friend the closest thing l have to a brother and l want you to meet him." He tells me and l nod several times giggling.

As promised within fifteen minutes his phone rings.

"I will be back after two minutes." And with that he left the room.