The Black Widow

What's your name?

Sarah's P.O.V

My eyes felt heavy, it was a struggle for me to open them. When I finally did, I tried to sit up but the pain from where I had been shot and where I had been hit stopped me. I decided to take in my surrounding. Where was I? I looked around.. I was on a queen sized bed. The sheets were a light gray , the pillow cases were black, some were white and also zebra printed. The wall was a nice pale gray. You would think the room was dull but it was actually pretty nice. To my right was a black lamp stand as well as the left side of the bed too. Above the headboard were three small paintings. One of an elephant, one of the sunset and the other was a painting of an African woman with a child on her back. I noticed a tray on the dressing table. It had bloody surgical tools, a pair of gloves and cloths and what I assumed was the bullet that was in my leg. Suddenly the door opened and two men walked in. One was black, I assumed he was South African, but the one who caught my attention was the one next to him. He looked black American but his skin was way lighter. He was wearing a dark blue suit with a white shirt on the inside.. too formal for my liking I should say. He had beautiful curly hair and had a dimple on his left cheek. He had beautiful lips and hazel brown eyes. I hadn't noticed them calling me because I was too busy starring. "Maybe she doesn't speak English," the South African man said and I immediately snapped back to reality. I raised a brow and looked at the man who just spoke. "What am I doing here?" I asked, looking at the both of them in turn. "Huh, she does speak English after all", the South African man said in his rich South African accent. He literally ignored me and then said to the black American man "Alright Mr Kulhman, there is nothing you should worry about. As I told you earlier, the impact from the car wasn't so bad. Her leg is broken but it will be healed within a few weeks or so. So will the bullet wound. She sustained a minor head injury but its nothing to worry about as long as she gets enough rest and takes her medication". "Thank you Dr Zulu, I appreciate your help'. then the black American man whose name I assumed was Mr Kulhman shook the South African man, "the pleasure is all mine my friend, I'll be on my way now". "Mr Kulhman nodded him off and then he left. Mr Kulhman starred at me for a while and I was starting to wonder if I had grown another head or something.

Xia's P.O.V

I starred at the girl I hit after My friend Dr Zulu had gone. I hadn't noticed how beautiful she was earlier because I was panicking and it was dark. She has dark skin and her hair is braided into two corn crows. She has beautiful lash lips and sterlin gray eyes with thick lashes. She was in dark jeans, a black vest and a dark blue vest jacket. She is gorgeous and I cant help but stare. What was she doing in the woods at that time of the night? And why was she shot, Dr Zulu had told me that he had found a bullet in her ankle. I want to ask her but I don't want to be poky so when I see her looking back at me and wondering why I keep starring.. I ask her the first thing that pops into my mind... "Can I get you anything to eat?" She stares at me for a while before folding her arms and asking again..." What am I doing here?" I roll my eyes at her and lean on the wall.. " You got hurt and so I brought you here, called a friend of mine to check on your wounds and all." "oh" was her reply. I furrowed my brows, "Oh?? dont I at least get a thank you?" "Point of correction, Mr Kulhman. You're the one who is supposed to thank me" she said. "Me?? Thank you??," I said standing upright and putting my hands in my pockets. I was about to say something when i just stopped myself and sighed. After all, classy is when you have a lot to say but just stare at the fool. "Can I get you anything ?" "A tall glass of thank you would be nice" she said. Unbelievable. Can you believe this girl? I was about to walk away when she said "seriously?? You wont fight back??? You're no fun. What's your first name by the way, Mr Kuhlman?" "Xia, Xia Kulhman. Yourself?" "Errr... Do you want me to like tell you my real name, or my fake names?" I just roll my eyes in annoyance and walk away, but stopped in my tracks when she called after me. "yes?", I asked without turning... "Chicken." she said. "huh?" I turn around and look at her quizzically and wondering what the hell she is talking about. "You asked if I wanted anything to eat... Chicken would me nice." My jaw drops. How can such a pretty and sweet looking girl be so abnoxious. I just walk away. What have I gotten myself into?

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