CherrySeries #1: Bad For My Health [MxM]

8| Changes

When I wake up, I am back in my room in my hospital bed. My best guess is that Luis carried me back here after I fell asleep on his lap.

I still can't believe he let me, but it makes my insides flatter just to think about it.

I lie still on the bed, waiting for him to come in and check on me. I'm giddy as I try to wipe the smile off my face.

Ruth comes in to check on me and my smile widens upon seeing her. "Good morning!"

"Afternoon actually," she answers and smiles back.

Afternoon? Had I slept that much?

"Where's Luis?" I ask and her smile falters.

This time she sends me a half fake smile. Something most probably happened. "Dr Garza is... uh... most likely on his way now."

"Okay," I say a little skeptically, still wondering why she'd answered like that.

I want to see him so badly it feels like a craving. Ruth leaves after she is done and I lie back down, a little uneasy.

It is probably a few hours later that a stranger enters my room.

He strides to my side looking sharp, professional, and so very not Luis.

"Are you having a good evening, Aidan?" He smiles at me. "I'm Dr Ian..."

Everything he says after that becomes lost because I can't hear him anymore. Why is he here and why is he talking to me?

He checks up on me and asks a few questions. After making sure I'm alright, he leaves.

I stay on my bed, holding out hope that Luis will walk in through that door at any minute. But even as it turns to nightfall, he doesn't come.

Until I can't take it anymore.

I decide to do exactly what I did the night before. Yet again, I escape from my room. I wouldn't really call it escaping because no one ever stopped me anyway.

It is easier this time because I know exactly where Luis is, so I go to him. Hopefully he isn't checking on another patient.

I look at him through the glass on his door. He really does look hot when he's focused and concentrating on his doctor stuff.

This time around though, there seems to be a troubled look on his face. I want to kiss it away. I want him happy.

I already feel better just looking at him. It feels like a tight knot just loosened in my stomach.

He startles when he sees me this time, and I might be totally mistaken but he doesn't say anything as he stares at me for a beat too long.

Like a habit, I walk over and climb onto his lap.

"Let me guess," he says in his sexy voice. "You missed me?"

"I did," I say. "You didn't come to check on me, even though I wasn't feeling...you know... well."

I strangely get the feeling that he sees right through my lie and wants to laugh but he doesn't.

I feel his hands firmer, pulling me closer to him. My insides turn to jelly.

"You weren't?" He asks.

"What?" I ask back because I'm too distracted.

"You weren't feeling alright?" He asks again. "Were you hurting? Where?"

I take his hand in mine and he lets me. I wonder if I'm the only one who feels it, who feels a thousand things just because I held his hand.

I bring it over to rest on my chest, where he could feel my heartbeat. "Right here," I tell him. "It's been hurting here because of you."

Even I didn't know I had it in me to be so cringe.

Luis sighs and takes his hand away. "Listen, Aidan..."

Oh shit, here comes the 'I don't like you' talk.

"What?" I ask.

"I'm not your doctor anymore," he says and if he wasn't holding me, I might have collapsed.

"What?!"

"I can't..." he doesn't finish his sentence and I quickly get off him.

Can't what? See me? Stand me?

"You can't do that!" I yell at him. "I need you to be my doctor. I don't want anyone else, it has to be you!"

He clenches his jaw and actually avoids meeting my eyes. "Aidan, relax."

"No, you can't tell me what to do right now, you're not my doctor," I say bitterly.

"Please stop, you are exerting a lot of pressure on yourself," he says calmly while getting up.

I continue to yell at him, feeling so hurt. He gets closer to me and I shove him away weakly.

He doesn't even budge. He only wraps his arms around me and holds me close. "Please stop," he says.

I let out a shaky breath against his shoulder. I feel my consciousness slip away slowly as I take deep breaths.

The last thing I hear is him calling out my name.