"Thank you." Jordan's eyes raised, looking at me as I donned the new hospital gown he gave me. My eyes didn't exactly make any contact with his since I was sincerely embarrassed.

"It's no problem at all. Just doing my job." He answered, arranging the pills I was to drink on my bedside tray. "Giving you medicine and doing your check up is all part of the job description."

I smiled at blunt answer, watching him move with his own finesse. His movements were masculine, almost reminding me of a predator. I was sure he took no shit from anyone. He was probably the one giving shit to other people. And I'd bet my ass, no one even tried to start a fight with him. Not because he was big and scary, but because he was a pacifist and he only ever spoke the truth. So, technically, he was hard to stay angry with.

"Does this happen often?" Jordan asked, his tone curious as he looked at me. I quirked an eyebrow at him in answer. "You know, the push you down and never get up thing."

I chuckled, brushing off invisible dust off my sleeves. It was troublesome to explain since this was already a normal part of my life. So, how was I going to explain to a man, who was not even half my beauty, the troubles my looks got me on a daily basis. There was no easy explanation, plus I didn't even need to answer that. It was none of his business and all he had to do was pretend it never happened.

But, he did save me. His concern was genuine and he was sincere when he asked. I don't see any malicious intent from him and there was really no problem in divulging a little secret of mine. And just for the record, I'm doing this because he saved me; not because my heart was being a piece of shit and started going haywire since Jordan came back with my medicine and a soft smile. I've had enough advices from the same organ that caused me to land in this shitty hellhole in the first place.

"Yeah, it does." I started, glancing at his face as he moved to the foot of my bed. "Ever since I learned my own name, people always tried to take advantage of me. My parents were loaded so assigning a bodyguard was never a problem. It only became a problem when the ones who were supposed to protect me was the ones who attacked. It was hard but I learned a few tricks for self-defense, so they never succeeded. This was the only time I was helpless since I was vulnerable from my collapse."

He nodded, silently contemplating what I had just said. His strong arms crossed his chest as he watched me. It was like he was expecting me to tell him more when I had none to tell anymore. I didn't like telling people my troubles. I preferred it when they concentrated on my looks than my life's history.

"What?" I asked, crossing my arms and cocking an arrogant brow at him. 

"So you've been attacked ever since you learned how to talk, huh." He said, his blank face returning to his face. He uncrossed his arms and reached for the chart on my bed, scribbling notes offhandedly. "Sucks to be you."

My eyes widened, my lips parting a bit as I looked at him disbelievingly. Not once in my entire 28 years on this planet had I ever recieved such a comment from another person, much less one that I met just two days ago. 

"What?!" I spat out, my gaze turning heated at his words. Okay, so he was easy to stay angry with. You'd be furious as well when someone you barely knew said stuff like that to you.

"What?" He answered innocently, like he hadn't just told someone an insult right at his face. "I didn't say anything."

"Yes, you did." He brought his bored gaze into mine, slipping the clipboard to his side swiftly. "Frankly speaking, no, it doesn't suck to be me. Far from it. It's amazing to be someone like me. To be admired for my beauty everywhere I went is something not most people experience. I'm sure someone like you knows that. And what's with that comment, huh? Do you seriously think I'd let you off with an insult like that because you saved my ass moments ago?"

I took deep breaths, my nostrils flaring up from the irritation. Damn. I hated it when I was angry. No one appreciated a person whose face was glowing red from the heated emotion. And why the hell am I so upset when he gives me comments like this? I have received a lot of other comments from people, far worse than the shit he gives me, but I only lost my gears with him.

Why is that?

"Easy there, boy." He reigned in, smirking amusedly at me like I was a child throwing a tantrum. "Look, I didn't mean no harm on that. It just sounded like a lot of trouble to go through growing up. It must've been hard being surrounded by people that objectified you because you were unbelievably beautiful to them. And I'm just guessing here, but in your entire life, you only found one friend who didn't make use of your looks and stuck beside you through thick and thin. I'd say you lived a pretty difficult life."

I suddenly calmed down, my chest heavy when his observation struck a nerve. Yeah, it was hard growing up with people trying to cop a feel or two everywhere I went. It was hard to find friends who neither used me to get laid nor got closer to me just to have a chance to sleep with me. And his last observation was right. Riley was my only friend that didn't make such a big mess with my looks and I was thankful for that. 

"Although, I'm sure you wouldn't have had it any other way. Judging from your strong personality, I'm positive you had your fun with boys and girls because of that face, so I guess as long as you stay away from trouble, then that's all that matters." I brought my eyes back to him, my heart skipping a beat when I saw a tiny smile on his face.

"You know, I don't know if you're just playing with me or what, but whatever." I said, turning my head to the side and trying desperately to push the blood climbing up to my cheeks back to my body where it was needed. "You're confusing me, you know that. And I hate it when I'm confused."

I heard a soft rumble, sounding almost like a laugh. The sounds of a pen scribbling rang the room as I remained quiet, waiting for him to say something. I was feeling pretty much not like myself and it was bothering me. I was never one to be quiet and enjoying the silence, but with him, it's different.

Just listening to his voice, his soft hum, and his strong movements relaxed me entirely. I don't know if it's because he saved me from that perverted doctor, but I felt safer with him than with any other person I've known in my entire life. Not even Riley made me feel like this and I knew him since primary school. But, this guy. This guy I met just two days ago and who had a srange hobby of infuriating me before making me a gooey mess of feelings just with his words, made me feel secure.

"Well, that's about it." He said after a while, returning the chart to the bed and looked up at me. "Everything's fine and you should be quite well enough when you leave tomorrow."

My heart sunk at the thought. To think I had to leave tomorrow broke my spirit. Why? I don't even know myself.

Clicking his pen, he slid it back into his shirt's pocket before nodding at me. I nodded in return and he turned around, making his way to the door. The sight of his retreating back bothered me, my chest filling up with a lot of negative emotions.

"Wait." I called out, my voice sounding a bit desperate that I didn't even recognize it as my own. I cringed inwardly at that and silently berated myself. This was definitely weird and it was confusing me too much. I was a simple man. I didn't need complicated emotions.

He turned around at my call, his face blank as he waited for me to talk. Looking in his glasses-covered eyes, I froze in in place. Okay, I said I was confused, right. Well, now I was dumbfounded. My emotions were a mess and I didn't want him to go, leaving me to my thoughts. Thinking too much was never a skill of mine and I didn't know if it was a good idea to think such complex thoughts after I had just been assaulted. I mean, come on. I don't think my head was ready to delve into that.

"What is it? Come on. I've got rounds to do." He said impatiently, his body now fully facing me. I heard a soft tapping sound and I knew it came from his foot.

The bastard was actually tapping his foot impatiently at me?

The nerve of this man! I graced him with a little more time with me and he acts like he has better things to do than talk to me. I don't think someone's dying just because he wasn't doing his rounds. I bet he wants to leave so that he could tell his heroic deed and impress some chick's ass so he wouldn't be lonely tonight.

Damn! My chest stung painfully, stupidly making me want to stab myself. I should really stop attacking him like that and hurting myself at the same time.

"Well, sorry for asking you to wait for a minute while I remembered what I wanted to tell you." I replied sarcastically, a bitter feeling rising in my chest. I cleared my throat, shooting machine guns at the monster that was growing inside my body. "I just. Uhm. Well. You know. About the thing earlier."

"What?" He asked, frowning at me. His thick brows were scrunched up in the middle, his lips in a tight line as he waited for me to elaborate my words. "Speak english. You did it awhile ago, you can do it again."

I felt a vein pop in my head. Okay, so I was a bit tongue-tied since I was doing an internal battle. Sorry for fighting with myself, you bastard. I can't believe this man. Was this the same guy I thought who was incredibly sweet just minutes ago? Seems like that part of him suddenly died somewhere inside him and gave birth to this new side to him. Damn. It makes me think if he does have split personalities or something?

"You asshole." I muttered, glaring furiously at him. He shrugged his shoulders at me and gestured me to explain myself. "Look, I just wanted to say that - uhm - the thing with the doctor rapist, can you not blabber it to anyone else? Raphael will deal with him as soon as I tell him. So, I'm just making sure you do not talk about this to anyone."

He looked at me, his frown still in place. I tried to read his emotions but he was such a hard book to read. He almost reminded me of an instruction manual you'd get when you bought appliances, you know those things that people never read. Yeah. He kind of gave that feeling of 'read at your own risk' and it striked me as interesting.

"That's it? Who else would I blab about this near-rape experience? I'm not that cold-hearted, you know." The look of disappointment flashed in his eyes before it disappeared, my eyes downcast from shame. He gave me one final look before turning around and headed for the door in quick steps. 

The sound of the knob turning made me look in the general direction of the door, trying to see Jordan's back. It was impossible, though. My room wasn't the small kind, the one where you immediately see me when you enter the door. Nope. I deserved a hospital suite and I got it. It had this short hallway by the door, the flat-screen tv on the wall facing my bed, and an entire bathroom, complete with a shower. Also a refrigerator, you can never forget about the refrigerator. 

It was everyone's friend and it was my god.

"Oh, and one more thing." He called out, waking me from my admiration of the room. "That thing with the doctor rapist. Yeah, Raphael's already dealt with it. So, don't worry about it. You're safe even when I'm not here."

The door clicked shut and I was left to myself. I glanced down at my hands, clutching the sheets that were covering my body. Really, that guy was so strange. Saying such tacky stuff like I was a girl, how embarrassing. Could it be possible that he really did have a personality disorder or something?

"Stop it, Eric. What's with that smile on your face?" I quietly scolded myself after a bit of thinking time, pinching my cheeks to get rid of it. "Seriously. What's wrong with you? That's the same Jordan that pissed you off when you tried to seduce him."

Just hours ago, I was irritated beyond reason because he treated me like I wasn't the embodiment of other-worldy beauty. But thinking about it clearly, even I found that weird. I mean, was I really that shallow to get affected from one man's opinion of me? I've had lots of worse things done and said to me than being treated like a normal person. I should be thankful he wasn't after me, unlike his superior. He was painfully neutral and that was a good thing, right?

And that's another thing. What's up with my confusion with him? No one should be this affected from someone they just met. So, what was up with me? If I told anyone that I was feeling this confused from a man I barely knew, they'd think I had hit my head somewhere. 

I dropped back, landing on my plush pillow. My head was a bit off, I was sure. I mean, why was I feeling giddy because of what Jordan said? He was the god of annoying answers and he never disappoints. So, what the hell was with the ticklish feeling. This must be one of those post-traumatic effects or something because this wasn't normal. What did they call this condition? Okay, think, think, think. 

White Knight Syndrome. 

Oh, yeah. The condition where you feel admiration for the one that saved your ass. That must be it. There couldn't be another explanation other than that. I mean, I was just seriously stressed out earlier and now I'm not thinking clearly. Also it's these closed quarters, they're playing with my head so I was getting these weird notions and emotions.

"Fuck. Now I don't know what to think." Bringing the blanket over my head as I closed my eyes, I felt bothered. And being bothered was something I didn't like feeling. That and being angry, those two always left me in such a mess.

"Hey, beautiful!" Elaine yelled, her shrill voice scratching the insides of my brain. She slammed the door and walked inside, her heels clacking with every step she took. "What's happening?"

She dumped her bag of fruits on the small table by the corner before dragging a chair to sit on. I popped my head up, frowning profusely at her as she removed her coat. She looked like she had just gotten off work as she still had her smart suit on, complete with her work make-up.

"Do you always have to be that noisy when you come and pick me up?" I asked, reaching over to get my glass of water on the tray.

"Well, you've got to be loud so you know that I'm here and you'd stop doing the nasty with the nurses here. No sister wants to catch their brother in the middle of fucking." She said, smiling evilly at me as she gave me a wink.

I rolled my eyes, thinking how I had gotten such an unbelievable sister. She let her hair loose from its confines, shaking her head as she let it fall in soft strands. Well, she was beautiful but if I were a crossdresser, I'd have looked even better with the dress she was wearing. Still ,there was no contest between us. I wasn't stupid enough to start a fight just because I was feeling a little insecure.

"Where's Raphael?" She asked, removing her earrings in a well-practiced manner and returning it to its box that she always kept in he bag. How she doesn't get mugged in the streets, I will never know. "Why is he not here playing with that god-forsaken phone of his?"

"Something happened and he's fixing it." I answered, stretching my back and letting my bones pop loudly.

"Something happened? What something, Eric?" Her tone suddenly dropping several degrees lower. She stopped fussing over herself and looked at me with a glare.

I sighed loudly, pushing myself up so I was siting properly. Personally, I didn't want her to know because she'd go berserk. She was better known as a war freak than a peacemaker; and when I say war freak, I meant the I'll make sure to bash your face hard enough so no one will recognize you at first glance kind of war freak. The police was always needed in situations concerning her anger management.

"Eric!"

"Fine, fine." Surrendering, I looked at her with a bored gaze. "That doctor was a pervert and attacked me when I was alone. He ripped my gown to pieces, but that was it. Jordan came in right on time and hauled the perverted fuck out of my room. Raphael came and cleaned up the mess when Jordan brought him to the nurse's station."

She was silent, her expression livid from the anger that was slowly boiling to its maximum point. The tremble that coursed her body was obvious that she couldn't stand up from its intensity. And if there was one thing growing up with my sister taught me, it was to not talk when I was in the presence of a furious woman. They didn't care who it was they were screaming at just as long as it satisfied their urge to scream and yell. Really, women can be such a pain in the ass.

"I knew that fucker was up to no good. Did Raphael bring him to the police already? Because if not, I'm going to show that guy seven levels of hell." She threatened, standing up and clenching her teeth tighly. I reached for her arm and quickly pulled her back to her seat, keeping my arm where it was.

"It's fine. I'm fine, Elaine. Nothing to worry about, okay. Besides, Jordan kept me company the whole time. He kept my mind off it and acted like he didn't just save my ass. So I suggest that you calm down and continue removing whatever it was you were removing."

"Are you sure you're okay? Nothing really happened?" She hovered over me, her hands cupping my face like a mother would to her child when they scraped their knee. Like, why are you checking my face when the damage wasn't done there but in a different place or none at all?

"You can see that I'm okay, right? Let it go. And anyway, it was all thanks to Jordan that nothing happened. So, calm your tits down." I pulled my face from her hands and looked at her, smiling softly when she saw that I was really okay.

"If you say so. But if I see him on the streets, I'll make sure he knows my version of hell. Kapeesh?"

"Kapeesh."

She shook her head lightly and continued with her task that was disrupted. I reached for the remote that hung in the wall behind my bed and switched the TV on. The news was playing so I knew it had been some time since the excitement hours ago.

I wonder if Jordan kept his word? He seemed pretty sure of himself when he said he wasn't going to breathe a word of it. 

"Oh yeah. You kept repeating that Jordan. Who is that guy and what were his intentions when he saved you?" Elaine inquired, placing her bag on the floor as I lowered the volume.

"You don't know him? He's the nurse that perverted fuck assigned to me." Her brow raised at that and I quickly went into defense mode. "Before you get any ideas, let me finish."

I licked my bottom lip when she nodded, giving me the 'go ahead' signal. Taking a deep breath, I began.

"He's a pretty harmless guy, if we're not talking about his smart-ass statements. More like, he doesn't really give a fuck that I look so damn good and treats me like an everday patient. To prove that, he lent me his shirt when he noticed that my clothes were beyond repair. Not even blinking an eye at my exposed skin, so you've got to admit that it was pretty impressive."

She nodded, tapping her index finger on her red lips as she quirked her brows in a silent command of 'continue'. I rubbed my face with my hand, trying to even out the pool of heat that was gathering in my cheeks.

"He's kind of nice. I mean, he can irritate you with his answers but that's as far as it goes. Jordan kept me company until I calmed down, giving me a new hospital gown to wear as he needed his shirt for his other rounds. Come on. You can't expect a nurse to walk around with a tank top on, looking hot and all that. So, yeah. He's a really good guy."

Elaine eyed me quietly, her thin brows furrowing as she crossed her arms across her chest. I'd guess she was going through some kind of thinking moment and it was pretty deep. She wasn't one to keep quiet like this, so something must be up.

"Good guy, huh." She finally said, tearing her eyes away from my face for a bit before looking again. She was observing me, I noticed. "You know, you're pretty fond of a guy you barely know. Where you like this when you first saw him?"

"No way. He got me angry as soon as I met the poor ass. Why would you think I was fond of him?" I huffed out, averting my eyes from her prying ones.

"So, let me get this straight. You got mad at him because he didn't fawn all over you when he met you. And now, you're fond of him because he saved your ass. I got that right?" I nodded quietly, waiting to see where she was taking this. "Okay. Now, you're pretty much happy that he saved you and I get why you're happy. What I really want to know, though, is this. This Jordan guy, is he a pretty hot guy, too?"

I blushed immediately. Oh no. That smirk on her face was all too fucking-knowing and I didn't want her to misinterpret what I was saying. And besides, when did I say he was hot?

"Look, Elaine. I didn't say hot like that. I mea-"

"Nope, you meant hot like that. So, explain to me, Eric. Do you like this guy? Yes or no." She asked, her tone sugary sweet as she watched me. She had this glint in her eyes that she knew what was going on when I didn't even know shit. What's worse was the fact that she was teasing me with a man I wasn't even sure what I felt for.

So, tell me. How do you answer a trick question like that?