A different charm of blonde

          Jayden walked into his room and wasted some seconds by the entrance, wondering the right spot on the floor to dump the lady in his arms. There was no way he would let another human on his untouchable bed. He traveled his gaze to the floor and the coldness beneath his feet pleaded with him to be more merciful.

His eyes darted to the couch before moving towards it. He placed the doctor on the cushioned seat, in a way her shoes were on the floor, and tossed her medicine to her side.

Nodding her head with gratitude, her jittery hands reached for the inhaler and pressed it into her mouth.

The moment she inhaled the medication, her body and mind relaxed. Her fingers combed her loose ponytail, pushing some strands away from her face in a bid to calm her nerves.

The clattering sound of the repeated clashing of the canister and the plastic casing erupted between them for several minutes as her lungs slowly regained their normal functioning.

Jayden stood, watching her frantic movement. His observing gaze slowly shifted to her hair which kept bouncing every time she shook the drug. Her hair was of a rare color, a different charm of blonde which was like bright gold or the sun rays filtering through the clouds, a shade that effortlessly demanded attention. The more he stared at it, the more terrifying memories crept to him.

There was only one other person he had seen with hair so shiny, the last person he had seen before his accident. He might be having a hard time regaining the memories of the unfortunate night, but he could never forget the color of the woman's hair. The doctor had a similar attribute to the woman and he was worried he might have to remember that night each time he saw her.

"Thank you," her raspy voice broke through his reverie, interrupting his train of thought.

He traced his eyes back to her face and a glance told him that her breathing had already stabilized. She was no longer gasping for air and her breathing pattern was almost normal.

"Can I take a rest for five minutes?" She asked in a strained voice, and he clenched his jaw at her request, staring at her for so long, that she decided to terminate it. "Never mind, I will--"

"Whatever." He shrugged.

"Thank you." She expressed with a smile, and then reserved her back against the couch, curling her legs onto its seat.

Her blue gaze lowered below his neck, realizing for the first time he had been half-naked all this while, ever she had spilled the drink on him.

She jerked her eyes up immediately and quickly looked away, clearing her throat. Seeing him that way made her feel two different things. One part of her made her feel guilty for ruining his clothes earlier and the other part just made her cheeks flush with a few shades of pink for seeing such a seductive man that way.

Jayden took his eyes to his chest after noticing her awkward behavior. He had been too caught up trying to take revenge earlier and rescuing her from the attack to pay attention to his partial nakedness.

He decided to get something to put on, turning to the closet without announcing his intention.

Maria watched his retreating figure through eyes that battled to shut down from tiredness. A yawn broke her lips, the exhaustion of the day dragging her body, making her feel heavy and weighed down.

Her eyelids grew more heavy with every moment and her breathing deepened. Her head pulled lower until it rested on the cushion. She snuggled her cheek closer to the armrest and one more yawn was what she gave before sleep claimed her.

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