"Im sorry, I don't know what happened," I whisper nervously.

He drags me into the restroom, and instructs me to sit. As he gets the first aid kit, I press down on the wound trying to stop the bleeding.

“What happened?” He whispers rather calmly.

“I'm not sure,” I lower my head in shame.

He looks at me in concern, and sighs. SEtting the first aid down next to me, he crouches near where I sit on top the toilet, and takes out a clear bottle of disinfect.

“I'm sorry,” I breathe out, trying to fight the tears in my eyes.

He only sighs at this. STarting to unwind bandages and rinse my wound out with water.

“You have nothing to apologize for.”

I look up at him in shock. How could he say that. I broke one of his mugs, I made a mess, and now I'm wasting his time by making him clean up my wound. From the very start, I’ve been nothing but trouble, and yet he still hasn't given up on me.

“ Accidents happen.” He sighs, trying to put on a convincing smile.

I hiss as he sprays my wound with disinfectant. He chuckles.

“But if you really think it's your fault, consider this wound a lesson learned.”

He starts to put on an ointment that smells of peppermint.

“Just be careful next time,” he smiles.

I nod in embarrassment. He then starts to wrap the wound with a bandage.

“There that should do it,” he stands up, and starts to put things away.

Maybe having a surgeon for a brother isn't so bad after all.

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Once it's time for lunch, I head for the cafeteria. Dodging people as I go. I then sneak out a side door, and I'm met with the smell of leaves blowing through the air. I chose to sit underneath a pine tree as I waited for the time to pass. Pulling out my sketchbook I start to draw what looks like the monster underneath a child's bed. I focus on the frame of the creature, I notice a figure in the corner of my eye deciding to sit down next to me.

“I didn't know you could draw,” the figure states.

I continue to draw, without lifting my eyes from the paper.

“Can you draw me?”

I sigh, looking up at the stranger, only to stare in shock, as the new comer looks back at me. We stare at each other for a couple of minutes and I start to feel an overwhelming sense of joy as the boy from the other day smiles at me.

“It's nice to see you too,” he laughs.

HIs laugh is soft, singular. I began to feel my face heat up, and am grateful, he can't hear my heart. It takes a couple of seconds for me to register what he said. When it does, I feel panicked and annoyed at both myself, and the sarcastic comment he made.

“ I don't even know you,” I mumble going back to my drawing.

HIs smile fades, and he leans in closer, in order to look over my shoulder. I sigh and stop what I'm doing. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” He smiles at me.

I sigh, and scoot over trying to get more arm space, only to have him move even closer to me.

“Can you back up a little,” I snapped.

“Nope,” He smirks.

I growl, and close my sketch book.

“What do you want!” I turn around, and pure into his emerald colored eyes.

“you,” he whispers.

My eyes widen and I back up.

“Pardon?”

“I said I need some glue,” He repeats a little louder.

I stare like an idiot, and then he turns his gaze away from me awkwardly.

“O-oh!”

I rummage through my backpack, for a glue stick, and hand it to him.

His hand brushes over mine, and I shutter as his heat overwhelms me. You would think his hands were cold, but they were like a fire on a cold night. I feel protected when he touches me. NO! That's not right! It's not like I like him or anything, he’s just….Strange. I Try to convince myself.

“Thanks,” He whispers before leaving me alone.

When he leaves, I strangely feel….Abandoned.