"Who are you?" Christabel Bloom asked as she sat up and stared at Nicholas' face.
"I am a friend," Nicholas smiled. "I am someone who admires your work."
"My work?" Christabel was slightly confused. "Why are you here?"
"I am here because of you," Nicholas said, trying to reassure himself that he wasn't making a big fool of himself.
"Do I know you?"
"No, you don't! Like I said, I am a friend who has come here to help you in your time of need."
Christabel folded her hands. "I don't have much friends," she informed him. "It is also strange for someone to claim to be my friend when I haven't met you anywhere or engage in any physical conversation with you. Why don't you stop this bullshit and tell me who the hell are you?"
"I am a friend," Nicholas repeated for the third time, placing his hands inside his pockets and moving forward. "You can decide to see me as anything you want to see me. I can assure you, people have called me terrible things you don't want to know. Just to be clear, I am not here to harm you. I am here because I see life in what you do for a living. You can consider me as a silent watcher in the dark who only reveals himself when the person who is being watched gets involved in a minor situation with life."
Christabel squeezed her face. "Silent watcher sounds dumb to me. If you choose to hide under a fake profile that is fine to me. As you can see, I am still feeling unwell and I am in no mood to engage in a conversation with someone who is interested in playing games with me. Why don't you cut the crap and tell me who the hell are you?"
"I am trying," Nicholas tried to explain to her that there was no sense in her yelling at him.
"How are you trying?" Christabel asked. "You have decided to ignore my question while I am wasting all my energy in trying to know who the man I am talking to is. I can assure you, there is no point in wasting your saliva with me if you are not going to tell me who you are."
"Why do you want to know?" Nicholas scratched his forehead. "Does it matter if you are aware of who I am?"
"I want to know," Christabel's voice was weak now as she tried to see a reason to believe the man she was talking to was not someone who was interested in hurting her but helping her out.
"I am Nicholas Wild. You can call me Nick if it fits your tongue."
"Nick sounds raw to me," Christabel informed him. "I prefer to call you Nicholas if I was interested in getting to know you. But, after all the crap you just pulled up now, I don't think I am interested in knowing who the fuck you are. I advise you leave my room before I call the nurse to force you out of here."
"But. . . But. . ." Nicholas stuttered.
"But what?"
"I told you my name. Why are you still interested in forcing me out of your room? Is there something I have done to you that has made you feel uncomfortable?"
"Yes!" Christabel replied with a sigh. "Your presence alone makes me feel uncomfortable. Please, leave my room."
Nicholas paused as he imagined how his father would feel if he found him in this situation with Christabel Bloom. He paused as he imagined what is father would say if he ever heard that he was poorly treated by a woman whose family name was no match to his. He paused as he wondered why Christabel Bloom was acting so rude to him when he was trying his best to make her understand he was concerned about her and he was not interested in causing her harm but making sure everything going on around her was fine.
"Why are you still standing here?" Christabel's voice was getting deeper.
"I don't want to leave you in the state you are in. I am sorry but you don't look well to me. I have a feeling you need the company of a good man like me who is going to be by your side and see you through recovery. I want you to know I am not going to say a single word if you don't give me the permission to talk. I just want to be here to make sure you are well. Can I stay?"
"No!" Elizabeth said, laughing really hard. "Do you know you are an amusing man?"
"I didn't know that," Nicholas confessed to her. "I thought I was more of an annoying man than a confusing man."
"You are both!" Christabel said with ease.
"You are both too," Nicholas found himself arguing with Christabel despite telling himself a few seconds ago that he was going to be the matured one in the dispute that was going on between them.
"You said I am both annoying and amusing?" Christabel found it hard to believe Nicholas was building the courage to talk her in the way she didn't like.
"I did say you are annoying and amusing because of the way you are acting towards me. Which normal person wakes up after a bad incident and starts questioning someone who came to help her?"
Christabel reasoned what Nicholas had said. "Are you saying I am insane? I am asking because I am unsure of where you are trying to head to with the words you just said to me."
"Don't think about it then."
"Why shouldn't I?"
"Because you will only put yourself in a bad position when you do that."
"But, I am already in a bad position," Christabel informed him, making an attempt to stand up.
"What are you doing?" Nicholas asked.
"I want to prove to you that I can be a bad bitch."
Nicholas kept quiet as Christabel stood up from the bed gently. He kept quiet as she made an attempt to walk towards him by moving one step forward. He kept quiet until he was suddenly struck on the shoulders violently by someone who was not Christabel.
"Why are you sleeping?" The nurse who had just left Christabel's room asked him while squeezing her face. "I am going to say this for the last time. Christabel Bloom is ready for you."
Nicholas Wild yawned as he rubbed his eyes slowly. It took a while for him to realize he had fallen into a short sleep.