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

I ignored 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.

I am not in the mood for all the continuous knocking so I marched fast to open the door and point my gun at whoever is doing it.

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

"Go away." I immediately said to her.

"We are here to attend to your arms," the flirt guy is also here and informed me that.

I stared at him challengingly.

Do I look like someone who needs a hand?

I also noticed the unfamiliar guy, who stopped Vien the first night, in the far end looking at us. 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.

Vien pulled me out of my 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 glared at him but he casually put my gun behind him when the flirt guy handed it to him.

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

"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.

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He removed his eyes away and whistled.

I told him not to get in my way.

They 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 and now 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 put a rope on my legs.

I glared at them both.

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 at me. I feel so offended by that.

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

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 me 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 nonsense.

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

"Freaking remove it." I ordered him seriously.

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

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 '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 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 first kill them 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 explained casually, pressing on my wound hard as she fixes another bandage on me.

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

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

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

To be abandoned.

Like me.

She looks like she didn't enjoy her playtime during her childhood. She looks sweet and playful.

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

"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 finally 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. And I immediately kick him on the stomach to stretch my once tied legs.

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

Now, where is that Deither guy?