Chapter 13

It has been three days since I have been discharged from the hospital and I am still in the dorm. apparently PHU has a rule that any injured person must rest for a two weeks without attending lecture or going out, yes I have been stocked indoors for two good weeks.

Presently, I am the only one in the room and all I've been doing is Watching movies on Netflix.

Well sadly, I found out when I was getting up from the hospital bed the other day that I had fractured my right arm, so right now it was bandaged.

*knock knock* came the sound from the door.

"whose there?" I half yelled but the person did not respond "who is there?, lulu is it you?, the door is open abeg" I said out of frustration because I was distracted from watching my movie.

The door pushed open and the person came into view and it was not Lulu "What are you doing here?" I gulped.

"where is Lulu?" sufy asked with a very straight face.

"I don't know" I said.

"when will she be back?" he asked.

"I don't know" I said again, I made my voice sound brave but within me I know I am a chicken.

"I'll wait for her then" he said.

"No no no" I got up immediately and then realized that my action was foolish because it hurt my hand.

Instead of him to say sorry, he just moved towards Lulu's side of the room and sat down, what a rude fellow he was.

Ignoring him, I decided to seat back on my bed. But I was scared by the fact that a person who had tried to kill me was seated in the same room with me, and we are alone!.

"is something burning?" he asked so nonchalantly, and just then realization dawned on me that my noodles were still on fire.

"My noodles" I said in sad tone while running towards the little kitchen area at the corner of our room. I checked the noodles and thankfully it looked eatable.

I struggled to put the noodles on a plate because of my injured right arm, but Thankfully God was by my side and I was able to place it and bring it to my bed.

I majestically sat down on my bed with my noddles in my hand. I glanced over at sufyan, and he was busy on his phone with a neutral expression on his face.

I shrugged the thought of him off and decided to feed myself, which was a great battle because it felt impossible. Whenever I scope a noodle with the fork, it'll fall right back on the plate which made me felt like crying because I am hungry.

"you f*cking Noodles" I yelled, oblivious to the fact that sufy was in the room. I glanced over at him and I found him staring at me as though I was running mad.

"what!" I snapped.

"You are very foolish you know" he said while staring at his phone.

"And you are in my room so don't you dare insult me" I said stressing on the word my, and he raised his head to look at me. He got up from where he sat and started taking some steps towards me and I could feel my heart in my stomach, because I was beyond scared.

"su..u.f..fy don't you da...re try anything, I'll scream" I said but he didn't halt, he walked over to me and sat down on my bed.

"what do you want" I said almost in a whisper due to the fear. He streached his arm towards my noodles and held the plate in the air while stroking it with a fork.

"open up" came his cold voice.

"huh?" I furrowed my brows.

"I said open your stupid mouth for me" he said but I continued staring at him like a dummy.

"You better stop acting like a moron and eat, I can see that you are hungry so better eat" he said.

"No, I can feed myself" I crossed my hand across my chest while nodding in the negative.

"even a baby can tell that you are not going to be able to feed yourself with that arm of yours, so quit being a fool and open your mouth" he said and just then my stomach growled.

I felt helpless and hungry so I opened my mouth waiting for him to feed me "ahh" I mouthed which made a slight smile form at edge of his Lips. if not that I was quick, I wouldn't have seen the smile because he masked it up in a jiff.

He fed me slowly while I stared at his blank expression while he fed me. He looked as if he was being forced to feed me though.

"Heza I knocked but you didn't..." A familiar masculine voice which I'll never fail to regognize said as soon as the door to my room pushed open, reveling the person behind the door.