The Milk Farm

Blood and Fire

    It was 6:15am and Ville stood nude on a three beam scale while he waited for Liz to jot down his weight. He lightly caressed his belly with his fingertips, just over his tattoo and tried not to cringe. As he remembered just how much Till had convinced him to eat that week. Ville mostly gravitated towards the sweets and deserts the German giant would bring for him, everything else had seemed revolting to say the least. He smiled at the thought of Till occasionally feeding him little bits of cake or cookies. As much as weight gain and food terrified him, he couldn't deny it if it was coming from Till. Whenever he fed him it felt intimate, loving, cozy.

   "Okay you've gained two pounds this week. Great Job Ville." Liz announced with a smile writing down his new weight on his weekly health report. The rockstar pinched the skin on his stomach feeling disgusted with himself. He then pinched the skin on his upper arms and frowned. "Well, it's Till's fault. He keeps feeding me sweets and desserts. I can't help it if I like them." Ville complained, finding the moment bittersweet as he hugged himself and pouted. Liz glanced up from her clipboard and observed him for a few seconds. watching his scowl turn to a warm smile. "Till?" Ville blushed and nodded, he felt his nipples become hard and instinctively covered them by crossing his arms in front of his chest. "Yeah he's been making sure I eat a little bit, every. Single. Meal. I tell him no, but he insists." The nurse blinked at his response, perplexed by the fact that Ville wasn't as worried by his weight gain, but instead was smiling like a schoolgirl. She wrote something else in her clipboard and reached for a collection cup from a drawer nearby. "Well, I don't see anything wrong with that. I just...I'm just surprised that Till has been the one getting you to eat." Ville licked his lips and furrowed his brows, slipping back into his paper gown.

   "Why is that surprising?" Liz shrugged, "Well, Till isn't the... most... affectionate person. It's not that he's mean or anything. He's just..." she trailed off, not sure how to properly word her thoughts. "He's not usually that... involved, you know?" Liz handed Ville the collection cup, still giving the Finn a quizzical look. Ville took the cup from her feeling a little offended over what Liz had said. "Well, contrary to popular belief, Till is actually very kind, darling. People here see an aggressive, large, scary man, but. He's not any of those things, except...maybe...large. Ville beamed tracing the etched numbers for measurement on the side of the plastic cup. Liz raised both brows in disbelief and ran her tongue over her teeth crossing her arms right under her small breasts. "Kind? Ville, you've seen how rough he is with Cillian" Liz glanced at the triple beam scale remembering how terrible Cillian looked a week ago, when the orderly held him in his arms. She shuddered at the memory that was still etched in her mind. Till looked like he had done the unthinkable then taken out his frustrations on the blue eyed Irishman. It was a scene that still haunted her late at night before she fell asleep. Ville toyed with the cap of the collection cup with a saddened expression. "I'm glad you and Till are friends, really. I am. He just seems...very...hostile. Menacing." The Finn audibly swallowed trying to hide from Liz' glance so that she couldn't see the hurt in his eyes. They weren't just friends, they were something more. Something deeper than friendship. Something that most people wouldn't understand. Something that they both had to hide from everyone at the facility.

   "Are we...are we done sweetheart? I need to provide the sample." Ville fiddled with the cup and averted his glance from Liz, anticipating Till's morning visit. Liz studied him closely and nodded, "Yes, of course. I'll walk you to your room. You're looking a lot healthier by the way" The nurse informed him with a smile. Ville nodded awkwardly and quietly stood by the door. They walked down the hallway, side by side, both lost in their own thoughts. Ville was still bothered by what Liz had told him about Till, but he knew that she didn't understand the connection they had. It was something special, something deep and meaningful that went beyond mere friendship. He wished he could explain it to her, make her see what he saw in Till, but he knew it was something that she would never be able to comprehend. As they approached Ville's room, Liz paused for a moment, taking a deep breath and placing a gentle hand on his raw boned shoulder. "Listen, Ville...I just want you to be careful, okay? Till may seem sweet and all, but he can be rough when he wants to be. Just...just take care of yourself, all right?" she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Try not to get on his bad side." Ville looked at the door now while the nurse scanned her key card to let him in, and nodded. "alright." He stepped into the familiarity of his room then swiftly did a 180 and caught the door before it swung closed. "Liz?" The nurse was already a few steps away when she turned on her heel with a smile. "Yes?" Ville clutched the collection and glanced at it timidly. "May I have a little extra time to provide this sample? I'm a little tense this morning." Liz hugged her clipboard and tilted her head. "Yes of course. Take all the time you need. I'll come back here in..." The nurse glanced, flicked her wrist in the air and glanced down at her wrist watch pensively. "An hour. I have to file some papers, then get Dr. Xander's her coffee." Ville nodded with a smile and shut the door.