Forgotten

11th Chapter: Missing

A blurry vision exhibited Byron's eyes as he squint to see Thelma talking with someone in the phone.

" Ryan where are you?" She susurrate when she saw Byron woke up.

Byron can scarcely hear her sultry, undertone voice.

" Just hold on, wait for my signal."

" Stick with the plan, bye."

Then Thelma walked towards and caressed her hand to Byron's forehead.
" No fever. I know you're down right now but you'll recover soon." Her face was inscrutable.

" What's going on? Why d-?" Byron's addled expression was cut by Thelma as she sat on the side of his bed.

"I know you have a lot of questions right now but we'll get to that later. For now, you need to rest." She fondled his callused cheek. Her mien didn't change as she plodded off.

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Subsequently, Thelma came in with the smell of scrambled eggs, bacon, bread, salad and hot chocolate.
Byron could feel his stomach baying and begging for food.

She laid the tray onto the table nearby.
" You need to eat this even though you don't have appetite, cause later will be another journey of your life."

What does she mean? Byron repeated what she said in his mind. What does she meant by 'another journey of your life?'

" I'm feeling lightheaded, won't you mind if you feed me a mouthful of it, besides you're a nurse." Byron requested with laid-back gestures.

Thelma seemed flabbergasted by what he said but her face turned to be apathetic.

" I'm sorry if I offended you, but you know, I'm a patient that-"

" Yes, I get it. There are just things that perturbs my mind. I'm really sorry. Please forgive me, cause Eve is my great, great, great, billions of greats, ancestor." She perched in the armchair in the corner of the room nearby the table and carried it while bending her knees in a sitting position and set it between the bed and the table.

Thelma moved closely to the bed and inclined her lower legs to the side rail of the bed as she got to her feet and bent her knees to stretched her provocative body across the other side rail just few inches apart from Byron's legs sheltered by a thick sky blue coat to reach for the left motor in the bed. Heavy breaths emitted from her, causing him to have goosebumps and to be titillated.

So flawless. Byron's brain stated when the pupil of his eyes dilated as he ogled at her model - like face.
All of its features are accurately proportioned - that sharp nose, blue velvet eyes, and that red cherry lips... yum yum. I would love to kiss that all day long. Why haven't I married this woman?  Aahhhh! I'm such a fool! Why did I settled with a downgrade version of her? Really a bitch! Remorse filled his brain. Regrets, regrets, regrets, they really butt in at the end!

The position of the bed was adjusted by Thelma as she turned the motor clockwise and the head of bed was elevated to High Fowler's Position. She was about to draw herself away to avoid any more awkwardness that's happening right now, but her ample bosoms made contact with his intimate part.
He expected himself to moan, but no sound came out from his mouth.

Ooooh, I love this whore.
Byron simpered while Thelma made a nauseating look.

She threw herself back to the armchair as if nothing happened and sliced the middle of the plastic cover protecting the breakfast of Byron open.