Taming A Talkative

Chapter 14- Girl of his dreams

With lightening speed, I got warm water and a clean towel ready and began drying his body, praying to God that my negligence hadn't worsened the situation.

How did you fall asleep in a situation like this? You were supposed to keep watch. I am so stupid and careless.

"Matilda," he hissed out, writhing around. I had to pause what I was doing out of fear that maybe, I was the one causing the pain and watched as he grind his teeth, whilst mumbling incoherent things in between. His fist I noticed, were tightly clamped around the bed spread. His breathing too became ragged. His eyes remained shut in all of this. Beads of sweat already broke out on his forehead. Then I realized what this was, he was having a bad dream and for a minute I was too stunned to do anything.

Do I call out his name or shrug him awake? I was still thinking on what to do, when his eye lids flickered for few seconds, then slowly came open. He blinked twice trying to figure out where he was in the dimly lit room. Then he slowly released his hands had and his breathing returned to normal. With held breath, I watched as he stayed that way for a moment before he turned his head towards me. I couldn't read the expression on his face but I was so relieved he had finally woken up. I would have immediately put a call through to his parent but his eyes kept me back. I wanted him to say something.

I had almost given up when he finally spoke, "what did your aunt put in the Akara?" He breathed.

I immediately began telling him how sorry I was about the whole ordeal and how I wouldn't have allowed him eat it if I knew about his allergy.

"Well you'd have been happy to see me dead wouldn't you?" He continued like I didn't just rant out an explanation some seconds ago.

The anger that coursed through me at that moment would have made me lash out, instead I steadied my breathing and chose to ignore him. Blaming it on what ever drugs they must have given him.
I could feel his eyes drilling holes into my head, as I tidied up the place, seeing no need to keep mopping his body as he was no longer sweating but his temperature was still so high. And I seriously doubt he'd allow me touch him.

"You aren't going to answer me?" He pressed further.

"That's because your question doesn't deserve a response," I said tightly, shooting him a brief look before picking up my phone to call the doctor. I related his current situation to him and he promised to show up in the morning.

For some weird reason, I didn't want the call to end because I didn't want to go back to finding ways to ignore the boy that I had so wished to wake up hours ago, staring at me like he's just seeing me for the first time. And I was still so mad at him. So I got busy with my phone instead.

He let out a loud sigh, "Look at me," he said in a raspy tone. And like a robot that's being controlled, I did like he asked me to. I could feel my face heat up from just locking gaze with him. I wish I had a control over that, but it's always impossible every time.

"I...I am sorry for being a dickhead. I mean, I would have died if you didn't show up at that time..."

"You remembered?" I went wide-eyed.

He chucked lightly, "You manhandling me couldn't go unnoticed." I knew he was referring to when I had to turn him to face upward. I tried to hide the silly grin that was threatening to come up on my face. Really grateful the room wasn't that bright. And did he just laugh? Some miracle.

"No I didn't, I was really gentle."

"Right."

"Believe me."

"Yeah I do but seriously... thank you. I know I bullied you all year round, still, you didn't use that against me."

"C'mon, I am not that heartless." I was tempted to say more things about how caring he can be but I held my tongue. I wasn't sure how long this moment would last.