Together

First Meet

The sounds of the splashing of water by boots are audible through the low music in my ears.
Rain.
The first rain of the year.
It was my off day but still I roam around the city like Im very busy.
People.
Why do they have the audicity to be where Im.
Sucks.
Splish splashing though the water on the road I reached one of the most unpopular place in the town.
A small lake and a garden.
Peoples nowadays are too busy to give moments for nature.
Nature.
Yeah.
I sat by the bank of the lake on a wooden path which is nicely cleaned by the rain water.
Like the rain cleans my heart.
I lie and feel the rain drops falling on my body.
Surprisingly, i felt a presence around me.
Its so rare that people come here.
I sat and looked around.
I saw someone struggling with there shoulder.
I approach from behind and the first thing I saw was blood.
I cleared my throat to grab the attention of the person.
A handsome faced, curly hair hanging on the corner in the forehead, sharp jaw and piercing eyes looked at me.
I was almost stunned but didn't react.
"Ummm, may I help you?"
He looked at me like I asked for his kidney or something. Then he nodded and handed me a piece of cloth pierced from somewhere. I guess a napkin.
I stand infront of him and scanned the cut.
It was a deep cut my some sharp object like iron rod or shard wood. Blood was flowing nonstop.
I take out a small box from my pocket. I opened the box and took out some anticeptics and put it on the cut.
I can feel a burning stare at me but I kept on with my work.
I pulled out a needle and asked,
"May I?"
He just nodded.
Now Im urged to hear his voice.
I stitched his cut. The shoulder looks better now.
I started to clean the mess and put everything again in place.
Whole time a pair of eyes were staring at me.
I stood and said,
"I hope you are okay now."
Again he just nodded.
Now I became a bit disappointed. Not even a thank you.
I looked around and saw that the rain is over. I felt a bit angry that I wasted my precious free time on a scumbag who can't even say a thank you.
I turned around and thought about leaving but a hand pressed mine, softly.
I looked back and saw that scumbag holding my hand.
When he realized what he took his hands back and cleared his throat.
I stood there silently waiting for him to speak.
He atlast said
"Thank you."
"Welcome."
"Are you a doctor?"
"Surgeon."
"I see."
"You are ...."
I stand there for him to finish his sentence but he just stopped in the midway.
I raised one of my eyebrows and he asked,
"Which hospital you work in?"
"Imperial Life."
"Woah. You must be an A grade surgeon."
"Specialist."
"On what?"
"Cardiac."
"Appreciated"
I nodded and we just stood there like that for a couple of seconds.
Then he suddenly got back and said he needed to leave.
I nodded and turned around.
But I could hear him this time.
"Ms.?"
"Yeah?"
"What's you name?
"Evelyn"
"Yours?"
"Jest. Jest Vensile."
I nodded and left the place drenched in water.
My hands are still warm with his touch.
I don't know why but I feel like I want to feel his touch again.
I shaked my thoughts and walked to my apartment.