Once he pulled away, he saw her shocked face and red cheeks. It only made him want to kiss her again even more. "Wow. I-I didn't know you..... You know." Beatrice said. There was a long silence until Wirt broke it. "So....... Are you ready to go back home?" Beatrice smiled and began to stand up, only to be struck by an unimaginably painful sting that seemed to run up and down her body. She hissed at the sudden pain and began to sit back down and rub her ankle. "Oh man! Let me help you." Wirt said as he held his hand out. Beatrice grabbed his hand and was surprised when he pulled her up quickly, put his other arm under her leg, and began carrying her bridal style. Beatrice blushed as he jogged back to the house with her in his arms. Once they got inside the house he slowly laid her down on the bed and called his mom. "Mom! Come here! Beatrice. I'll be right back." Wirt said. Beatrice laid there for a moment or two when a bird flew by her window and began to sing a sweet melody. The song seemed to sooth her and slowly drift off. That's when the door opened. "Beatrice! Are you alright?! Wirt told me you twisted your ankle!" Wirt's mom said. "Yah. But it's fine. I'm fine. No need to worry about it." Beatrice confirmed everyone. Wirt's mom obviously didn't buy into it. "Alright then. Stand if you're alright." Wirt's mom said. Beatrice became surprised by the sudden sarcasm and didn't know how to get out of it. Beatrice sat up and turned to the side of the bed and the second she put pressure on her leg it instantly started to sting again. She stumbled forward, and before she hit the ground, she hooked onto Wirt's neck. They were nose-to-nose, looking straight into each other's eyes. Beatrice's arms latched on the back of his neck and his hands around her hips. They both blushed at the sight of each other so close to each other. Wirt helped her back to her bed and Wirt's mother seemed to have a very 'I know you like her' face. Beatrice sighed, knowing that she had failed to convince Wirt or his mother. "Hold on for a minute. I need to get some bandages. I'm not going to pay for a quack doctor to tell us something we already know." She said. Wirt and Beatrice smiled at what she said. Wirt's mother really did know how to lighten the mood in any situation. Even when there seemed to be no way to do so. Beatrice laid face down on her pillow as Wirt began to stroke her hair. The bird begins to sing again and the tune was soft and calm. She took a deep breath as she seemed to drift off. Wirt slowly sat up, not knowing that she was still awake, and with his hand he moved some of her hair out of the way of her face and placed a kiss on her forehead. He walked out of the room and looked back at her, only to see one of her eyes staring at him. She quickly closed it and waited for a moment and when she opened her eye again, she was face-to-face with him. "Ah!" Beatrice yelled. Her eyes had to adjust for a moment so that she could see him clearly. He smiled at her with a smug look on his face. Beatrice smiled as well and began to laugh. She never knew what it was like to have a friend like Wirt. Wirt's face began to inch forward with his hand on her cheek, as Beatrice seemed to feel more and more beautiful when she got closer to him, when Wirt's mother called for him. "Wirt! Come and help me find the bandages! I don't see them anywhere!" She yelled at him. Wirt slowly backed away from her face before their lips even touched and he walked out of the room. Beatrice's heart beat seemed to slow down a little when he left. She looked towards the window and saw the bird singing. It began to fly in circles and tweet its little heart out. The bird must have been very happy. It almost seemed happier then she was.