Walls

Chapter 1 part3

Here in front of me is a sex god.

He got all muscles in the right places in just the right size. Not too muscular, yet hunk-able. He got a pretty good 6pack abs. He also got a good and even tan giving him a good edge to the other good looking guys I saw at the airport.

"Gosh, seriously." I shook my head to erase the thought in my head. This isn't the right time to think about that.

I started to give him sponge bath.

Holding the damped towel in his face.

"His cute.." I can't help but notice.

Black short and clean looking hair, long lashes, proud nose, thin pink lips. He surely is such a good sight.

His eyes were closed and he's breathing deep and slow.

"He must have fallen asleep" I thought.

After toweling his face dry. I proceed with his body. I tried not to pay attention to his bare body in front of me and focused on lowering his fever.

After a few moments of repeating the sponge bath as necessary. I checked his temperature again and saw that his fever went down to 37.9°C. Satisfied, I let him take a rest first and took out a blanket to cover him.

I took my long forgotten meal and reheated my sandwich while checking on him from time to time.

I honestly didn't knew what came unto me that made me ask this guy to stay. I don't even know him. Who knows? Him mistaking my room as his, may be planned. He may be a drug addict, a robber, murderer or worst rapist. But I let him in and took care of him.

I am confused.

I tried to convince myself that I may just be acting by my profession.

"How about the weird feeling you felt when you touched him?" My subconscious teased.

That..

That may be because he was hot.

Yeah. He was hot because he got fever, right? That weird sensation was because of the fever.

My mind screams opposite to my rationalization but I disclosed it.

I jut met this stranger, seriously.

"I just acted according to my profession. I just wanted to help. It was just a call of duty, wasn't it?" I said to myself as I unknowingly fell asleep.

I regained my consciousness and found myself in the couch. I found it weird at first to notice I am in an unfamiliar place only to realize that I am in my new place here in New York.

"Geez." I said to myself

I guess this is normal since I just got here a few hours ago.

I let out a sigh and as I moved my head I saw a guy walking from the kitchen.

"Oh. So, it wasn't a dream after all. He's really here."  I thought.

"Uhm Hey.. sorry I roamed around. I just woke up and needed to take a leak." He said.

"Its fine. How are you feeling?"

"A whole lot better. I still feel heavy but I am better."

I approached him and took the back of my palm in his forehead. He was taken aback but still let me touch him.

"You're not too hot anymore. But we better check.." I said as I checked his temperature using the thermometer.

"Hmm. Good. You're 37.1°C ." I said

"Thank you." He smiled. I tried my best not to make a huge deal about how cute and mesmerizing his smile is.

"No problem.." I said looking away. "But you still need to take lots of rest, drink lots of water and eat more healthier foods so that you can regain your strength." I glanced at him and saw him staring at me. "I-I also suggest you go to a doctor tomorrow just to make sure everything is fine."

"Yeah, I guess I would do that." Still staring at me.

"I would offer you to have dinner first here before you leave but I haven't done groceries yet so.."

"No need. You've done me a lot of favor already. I owe you a lot."

I just replied with a smile, or at least tried to smile. I just hope it doesn't look like a robotic smile, or he'll think that I am weird.

"Why do I care about what he thinks of me anyway?" I thought. I just shook my head to erase the weird thoughts. I looked at him and saw him also shook his head.

Weird.

He left after he helped me clean up the couch. He insisted of helping me even though I kept reminding him he shouldn't tire himself.

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