The wounds of the yard.

Nate froze for a second, realizing what he just said, then did a mental facepalm. "No, no - What I meant was..." He stopped, putting one hand her shoulder, the other held out as if he were trying to explain simple logic. "Why wouldn't I care?"

Maleia stopped, she felt warm now. She didn't feel good like this, but it was like she was stone"Why would you? You don't need to care."

He smiled gently down at her, "I guess it's just my nature to care about people who are in real pain, even if I don't know them very well."

Maleia just wanted to get this over with" We should go."

"Only if you promise to stop trying to figure me out and let me help you." Nathan smiled.

Well, if I do stop then that will be better than this. "Ok."

Nate grinned, "Alrighty, then. Was that so hard?" He walked closer up to Maleia, grabbing her by her uninjured arm and throwing her over his shoulders. He propped her up on his back piggy-back style. "Not so bad, right?" He glanced back up at her with gold eyes full of mischief. Nate started to walk away with her.

This was the limit, Maleia pulled Nate's head back. With all her force she slapped his face, so he would let her go.

Nate near fell backwards, but quickly changed his stance so he wouldn't lose his footing. Maybe, no probably, it was wrong with him, but he simply loved just pushing him. Damn, she slapped hard, but really all he could do was laugh; not at her, but with her. "You slap hard, has anyone ever told you that?" he said, not letting her down. "Nope, though. NO friend of mine is walking all the way to the hospital in this condition. He kept on walking, much more carefully this time.

Maleia let his head go Why does he do this?

"You know, I gotta admit though..." Nate started talking again after a few minutes, "This is a pretty lousy date." He smiled. He was just teasing her, but he wanted to see how she'd react.

Maleia started to try to get out of his grip. She kept trying even when she knew it was no use.