MR. BAD GUY (ENGLISH VERSION)

I JUST KEEP LOSING MY BEAT

It was time to a checking after the first four weeks of treatment. John had to check out the viral load to see how it worked. He took a quick glance at Enzo and knew he was there but at the same time he was in another place. He crossed his thin legs cladded in some jeans. He had his moustache grown again, as Tarek liked. He looked awful, as though he had been sleepless for days. John watched closely in him signs of the disease but the truth is Enzo was so handsome as ever. With that delicious colour of skin and that softness. No one could imagine he had such two dangerous diseases in his system.

- How are you feeling? -he started after checking him deeply.

Enzo fixed his fierce eyes on him and John saw violet marks of weariness and sadness below them. His glowing eyes were not there anymore.

- Not really well -he admitted tired.

John imagined the reason of his sadness. Taron had been his patient too and felt his death a lot.

- His death had been so stunningly fast I don't believe it yet -John confessed-. I thought he would last one or two months at least.

- How could he be so bad and not feeling it? We lived together.

- Taron was in a very serious stage of his disease. But he didn't want anybody know how badly he was. He had lost a lot of weight but it would went unnoticed to anybody, Enzo. Don't torture yourself with that.

- He must fly home very sick. I don't know how he could take the transoceanic flight.

- On watching his medical files since I started to treat him, I figure out he lived more years that I diagnosed previously. His body was incredibly strong, he was such a great sport man, he ate healthy. Everything extended his life a lot.

- Yesterday I spent all day lying on bed. I think I've never done such a thing in my life, just sitting around.

- It's normal you act like this. You adored him and he adored you.

- I just hope I had shown him enough love while he was alive.

- You can rest assured. You use to show everybody around you. Look, what can you tell me about your treatment? Have you noticed something wrong?

- No, nothing. Maybe I'm barely hungry. Some dizziness.

- Did you faint again?

- No, just I'm tired.

- Nothing, all within the normal range. With your anemia the usual thing is you couldn't get up of bed, dear. How about the weekly injections?

- Duncan do it for me. I don't like to shot myself. How about the results?

- Not a great thing. The good news is there's no news. All stays the same. Your cd4 count is still unchangeable, that's great.

- The treatment is working then. I should notice some improvement.

- Enzo, don't be so impatient. This is not working like this. It's so soon to predict how the treatment was going to be. So far there is not a fast viral reply, the virus is still undetectable.

- Then? What's next?

- You must get on with the treatment. We're checking you out the 12th week. That is... -he grabbed his calendar and adjusted his magnetic glasses he used to look closer-. At the beginning of March.

Tarek didn't want to talk to Enzo after their slide. He just got dressed and almost ran out of there. The last thing he saw was Enzo staring at him, half lying lazily with his beautiful naked body, not uttering a word. He couldn't sleep a wink the rest of the night and the next day on the travel back home in the jet he laid on the back, trying to sleep and using that as alibi to avoid him.