Friends?

I am busy attending my hands when someone knocked on the door.

I disregarded it and returned back on searching the cabinet here. To look for any medicine or ointments that is available, but there's none.

Knocks again.

I closed the other drawer because it is empty. Is the owner of this room long gone? He or she should have left anything here. Medicines are essential with this kind of living.

I am not in the mood for all the continuous bullshit knocks so I marched fast to open the door and pointed my gun on whoever is doing it.

I met pairs of eyes looking at me. Vien, who I pointed the gun to, welcomed me with a fading smile.

"Go away." I immediately shoo-d her.

"We are here to attend to your arms," the flirt guy suddenly appeared at my door and informed me that.

I stared at him challengingly.

Do I look like someone who needs a hand?

I also detected the presence of the unfamiliar guy, who stopped Vien the first night, in the far end looking at us. He is staring at us, recklessly sitting at the edge with his right knee up, like he can fly once he falls.

Is this a reunion of the people who welcomed me on my first night?

Wow. I feel so appreciative of their effort.

Take note that it is sarcastic.

"I don't need your-"

I am still talking and is definitely off guard when they suddenly encapsulated me. And let me brief you that I didn't anoint myself as a strong independent woman just be disrespected by these pests! To be dragged away by undeserving hands as if I'm just a weightless pathetic frog!

Vien swiftly pulled me out of the room, the flirt guy is fast to snatch the gun of my hold and embraced my upper body to freaking halt my possible attack, and the unfamiliar man is suddenly here with us, putting an effin' cuff on my hand!

I am not a freaking criminal SO WHY IS THERE A CUFF IN MY WRISTS?!

I bitch-glared him all the time. He effortlessly ignored it all. He languidly placed my gun behind him when the flirt guy handed it to him.

"Bring me that back," I said, heated by their sudden team-up.

I was confident he would attend to my whim when he walked near me, only to whisper on my side "Get it,"

My eyes dilated at his sudden arrogance. Now he is getting arrogant at me? Get it huh?!

I moved my hands carelessly to free it and get back at him but it only made a line on my wrist. Pressing more on my wounds. The flirt guy held me gently on the hand to stop me and now it is his turn to be glared at.

He removed his eyes away and whistled.

I told him not to get in my way.

They forcefully pulled me and made me enter the room beside mine. Aside from the collection of guns, it is also full of girly things so I assumed this is Vien's.

The unfamiliar guy closed the room on the outside so I am left with Vien and this flirt guy.

They made me sit on a chair. I used my force to rebel but the flirt guy used his strength on me too, something I cannot win. Holding me on where they wanted me to be, on the chair. Vien also made an effort to set ropes on my legs.

I glared at both of them. What sick happenings is this?

"Leave me alone. Remove it," I ordered them but the two seemed to turn deaf and ignored my statement.

I again tried to wiggle my hand on the cuff. I also tried kicking but the knot won't allow me. The flirt guy renewed his hand on my shoulders. I know his strength is better than this and he is just taking it a bit gentle for me.

Well, that made me so irritatedly offended.

Man, why don't you do it rough so I'll be more heated? Maybe that way I could finally burn these stupid ropes away and choke you!

"Stop being annoying, we are just here to tend your wounds and bruises," she said, and a band-aid is already on her palms.

She ripped the cover carelessly and I creased my forehead when I noticed how wrong is that. The band-aid is torn in the middle.

Does she even know how to do it?

I gritted my teeth looking at her.

She noticed my glare and she welcomed it with an uneasy smile. She just threw the torn band-aid on the floor.

See? She doesn't know, and yet they are here telling me they will nurse me?

That's absurd.

I looked up and saw the flirt guy, also questioning her knowledge of being my nurse today.

"Freaking remove it."

"She can do it," he replied, convincing himself better.

Seriously?

I know she can't. It is obvious! I won't convince myself about that.

I saw her tear a bandage again and I can't help but have a deep breathing. The irritation I have because of Remus earlier is now replaced by stress looking at my deemed 'expert healer'.

"Ooops," she even put her hand on her mouth looking at the torn parts.

She then looked at me and grinned.

What a creep.

"Touch me and you'll never see the sun again," I seriously uttered, which she ofcourse ignored.

She placed the first one diagonally and then the other one again.

"Oh, I love looking at the moon." she winked at me.

Is glaring all I can do now? They are really getting on my nerves! These puppets of mafia are troubling me! I think I should kill them first when the time comes. Especially because they are this forward on me.

I glanced at the result of her hard work. Now I have a cross-designed bandage above my wounds.

Which made me question her flawed expertise.

I raise my brow at her.

"They taught us to train to kill. They didn't teach us about how to mend ourselves, or even others. So stop the glaring girl, " she casually explained, pressing hard on my wound as she fixes another bandage on me.

I stopped glaring at her at that. I became silent the whole looking at her play the bandages and my hand. But that didn't mean I've stopped creating a plan on how to get back at them.

Then what will happen to them once they get scared and hurt? Disposed?

Isn't that cruel for her age? To be left with no prior guidance and knowledge on things.

To be abandoned.

Like...

She looks like she didn't enjoy her playtime during her childhood. She radiates sweetness and playfulness. It was sad it wasn't enough to purchase a good life.

I moved my hand again when she suddenly designed an asterisk. I glared at her, real dark.

"I'm done!" she suddenly announced.

"Remove it now on me," I said, pertaining to my cuff and the rope.

She turned to the man behind. "Rex, where's the key?"

Rex.

Now he has a name. Finally.

"It is not with me. Deither have it," he said removing his hand on my shoulders.

I then felt him remove the rope on my feet. As a result, I immediately kick him on the stomach to stretch my once-tied legs.

"I told you not to touch me," I uttered, leaving him there aching on the floor before I walked out the door.

Now, where is that Deither guy?