Born To Heal You (MilkCiize)

BTHY - 22 🥛🎀

POV: Ciize

She thinks I wouldn't notice? I'm not intellectual for nothing. Of course, I know she's been stalking me for days—because, well, I've been shamelessly stalking her too. It doesn't take a genius to figure that out.

I'm too hungry and craving that food again from her restaurant, so I give up. I willingly risk losing my camouflage just to be there again, even after slapping the freak out of her. Serves her right for flirting with me.

I can feel her staring—deeply, passionately, or maybe just foolishly. If I had the chance, I'd stare back the same way. I'd do it endlessly if she weren't already committed, or if I weren't bound by that stupid contract that forbids me from interacting with her.

At the cashier, I try to hurry things up so I can leave quickly, but the cashier says, "I'm sorry, ma'am, we've run out of takeout bags. They'll arrive in an hour. If you're hungry, you can eat here at the table."

Like I wouldn't notice this was all part of the new owner's plan—she's obsessed with keeping me here. Reluctantly, I sit down, too hungry to argue. The smell of the food is irresistible. Just as I sit, the owner joins me, clearly uninvited.

"You're ruining my appetite with your rudeness, freak," I snap, though it pains me to say such things to my former patient. I miss her so much, but I'm not allowed to feel this way about a married woman. Shame on me. Maybe I deserve to be called a flirt too.

"How many times do I have to tell you? I mean no harm," she says. I consider moving to another table, but every seat is taken.

"Let's just eat before the food gets cold," she says. Reluctantly, I start eating, trying to ignore her, until I notice the server brings her the exact same meal I ordered. I look at her, shocked and alarmed.

"Don't even think about eating that!" I glare at her, enraged. She misunderstands.

"No need to be so harsh. I just wanted to try it. You seemed to enjoy it so much, I got curious," she says calmly, lifting the food to her mouth.

Panicking, I nearly leap across the table, grabbing her arm. She's so startled she swallows the food without even chewing. I freak out.

"Spit it out! Spit it out now! That's beef, you idiot!" I shout in alarm, hitting her back in a panic, causing onlookers to think I'm hurting her. I grab her hand and rush her to the washroom.

"Spit it out, Panly! Now!" I plead, almost in tears. "Please, try to vomit it!"

"I'm trying! It's just... it's already down my throat," she explains.

"No! You're allergic to beef!" I cry, shocking her with how much I know.

"How did you know? That's one of my deepest secrets. Even my wife doesn't know," she says, wide-eyed.

"Let's get you some medicine," I say, hurriedly dragging her out.