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. Trudging to the door, she locks it secure.

Walking back to her living room, she picks up the abandoned medicine on the table, placing them back in the first aid kit. Keeping it in the room, she heads to the balcony.

She shivers, arms around her frame, the cold gusts of wind reddening her nose and cheeks.

Grabbing the cup, she sighs: her hot chocolate's cold.

Curls Neva her lips in sorrow, she cannot let it go to waste, so she drinks the remaining hot chocolate—now cold, in three, big gulps.

Leaning on the railing, the shadowed nature and twinkling town in her sight, her eyes dulls—she couldn't wash away his withered face.

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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. Her hand holding a grocery bag.

Reaching her apartment, she climbs up the stairs to her floor, when a familiar figure has her heart flutter.

He stands before his apartment door, seeming to tap password in the lock.

"Rhett?" Neva calls out.

His fingers halts their motion, his clouded head—suddenly clear.

But he doesn't spare a glimpse at her.

She hastens her steps to him. She frowns at his avoiding eyes.

"Are you alright?" Neva asks, but he doesn't respond.

She grabs his arm and turns him to face her. His gaze—still lowered, she purses her lips at him acting like a child after being scolded.

Then her frown deepens. He was horribly pale? Did he not recover from fever?

As she agapes her lips to rain inquiries at him. Her gaze runs down his hand, she gasps, eyes widened in terror—prevailing over her queries.

He has his hand—clutching the abdomen, smeared in blood. His abdomen was oozing out blood.

"Rhett you're bleeding! How did you get hurt?" Looking up at the silent Rhett, she doesn't wait for an answer, and drags him to her apartment slim strides away.

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

"Undress yourself." She demands, her groceries slumping on the ground.

"What?" In a small voice he asks, looking up confused into her serious eyes.

"Your hoodie, please take it off." She repeats, but he stays still and unmoving.

"I'm fine, you needn't bother." He gazes away, aloof and unusual, far from his goofy self.

Neva frowns. She broke him.

'Did he really took it to heart?' His saddened face of the last time due to her rude and reckless self flashes in her eyes.

And it breaks her own heart.

"Raise your arms." She says, helping him hold up his arms.

Rhett is stunned. He's stiffened and just goes along her motives.

She helps him slide the hoodie out his head. He wore nothing inside. Bare body in her sight, and she doesn't drool over his perfectly shaped, big muscled body.

Damn.

In shame Neva purses her lips, angry at herself. Then surveying the wound, her heart tightens; he was stabbed. It appears to be. A deep wound in the abdomen, and the blood's still flowing.

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

Dissapearing into her room, in a blink she appears with her emergency kit. She washes her hands to prevent any infection before treating him. She seats herself next to him, turning his frame to face her.

She first stops the bleeding, then applies a gentle pressure with a clean bandage. Cleaning the wound with a clean wet cloth, she finally applies an ointment. And lastly, covers up the wound—dressing it up secure.

"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, and awfully silent man.

His gaze lowered, 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.

He was a boy waiting to be spoiled after being saddened.

"I'm sorry, I've troubled you again." Rhett says, his head still lowered. Was he so afraid to look up at her?

She sighs, "It's no biggy." She then pauses.

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

He slowly looks up at her, tangling their 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 almost panicked, did she hit his sore chest again?

But then his face brightens up.

Neva thinks he's really just innocent like a child.

"Won't you ask how I got hurt?" Livelier Rhett asks her, throwing on his 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 shrugs.

Rhett chuckles, he finds her so really cute. 

"What it's not it?" She frowns. He still seemed like a boy with no future in her eyes.

"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 back. Her 'Mystery man'. She prefers this Rhett more.

"See, don't be a stalker anymore. We can be friendly neighbours." Neva suggests out of nowhere.

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

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

"But why?" Rhett almost whines.

She bites her bottom lips in ponder. "Give me a reason for me to date you."

"Because I like you." Rhett replies without much thoughts.

'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 stands to leaving.

He had no chance with her.

Rhett grabs her wrist. She doesn't move and turns to look at a smiling Rhett.

"Alright for now we can be friends, but later we'd date." He responds, optimistic.

Clueless everafter.

Smiling she shakes her head. She steals away her wrist from his grip.

"Win me over." She says—blushing.

And rushes away, leaving a man smiling like a fool.