I belong to a stranger (PUBLISHING) Belong Book 1 - Unedited

Chapter 7 - Doctors and Patients

Chapter 7 - Doctors and Patients

He had left for the office, by the time I came back home, like every other day. I took a mop and began cleaning the house. There was nothing else to do.

It was past two, and I was just about to finish cleaning up the room, when someone rung the doorbell. Walking over, I opened a door and got a shock. Slouching behind the door, Hamilton had blood shot eyes and red nose. He looked horrible yet still handsome. What?

"What happened to you!" I asked him, holding him up by his shoulders, afraid that he would fall on me anytime with all his swinging from side to side.

"Roseeee...." he moaned in a broken voice. I tried supporting as much weight of his as I could, and quickly moved him to his bedroom. With each step I took, he felt heavier and heavier. As the room came into view, I moved faster and finally reached the bed. Bringing him to the bedside, he threw his body onto the bed and became motionless with soft snores.

Sitting by his bed, it was hard to resist the temptation of touching him when his face is just so serene so I gave into myself and touched his chiseled face. When I touched his forehead, I could feel that he was burning up. Moving quickly, I got up to get a thermometer, when he grabbed my wrist and tugged so I fell on top of him. I could feel that he was very weak, as he had tugged me lightly compared to his usual strength.

He looked into my eyes, with innocence and vulnerability in his eyes, and pleaded, "Don't leave me alone Rosie."

Rosie? I like how that sounded. It is so personal and I love how the "r" rolled off his tongue.

"I am not leaving you, I am just going to get a thermometer to check your temperature alright?", I cooed at him, while holding his hands to reassure him that I am not leaving him. I didn't know why I was feeling these emotions, I knew I hated this monster, but something about him calling me Rosie, sitting here sick made me want to make him feel better.  

"Ok", he grumbled, irritated that I was leaving, and closed his eyes again. Right now, this wasn’t Hamilton the CEO of Hamilton Industries, this was a twenty-five years old guy acting like a teenager. Geez! All I had to do was to hand him over his games and not ask him to eat food.

I went to the cabinet in the corner of the room and brought the medicine box kept inside it back to the bed. Placing it in reach of my left hand, I crossed my leg and sat beside his pillow. His face was chiseled and angelic, with the aristocratic nose, the tanned face and the broad jaw line. Before my brain could process what was going on, I saw my hand moving towards him, brushing away the hair that were teasing the top of his eyes.

He moaned slightly over the touch, or maybe I had just imagined it, but I did feel him move closer.

"Open your mouth", I urged him, keeping my hand on his chin, gently running my thumb over the stubbles that was growing. Alertness ran through me. What is it about stubble!? He opened his eyes, looking at me with longing and what looked like hope. Something inside me snapped as my heart lowered it's shield for him. The look on his face, in his eyes, it was like he couldn't believe I was there beside him.

I had a horrible habit of over-reading his eyes, it looked like they hid millions of years of sad secrets. It looked like someone should just have the patience to dig deep enough into them.

With jerky movements, I placed the thermometer in his mouth and waited for the beep to signal it was done. After a minute when I removed it, the screen showed that his temperature was 104 degrees. He was running a fever! Immediately, I ran to the kitchen and took a Tylenol and a glass of water. Rushing back to the room, I placed the medicine in his mouth and lifted his head so he could drink the water.