Mondays are hateful.
But This one was the icing on the cake.
He was still on the floor. He's heavy and it's dangerous to drag him up.
It was already afternoon until I was done with cleaning up the mess he created last night. I decided to brunch at the Maze grills. I left some food for the rascal in case he gets up, before I head out to the beach.
The first thing in the morning I informed my senior I'll take on the night shift so I was carefree for the time being.
I had fun in grill it was all merry there. I returned home in the evening only to change for the hospital. I subconsciously went to check in the occupied room.
The bowl and the glass was empty. So he can eat. But is still weak. Still we hadn't had a proper introduction yet. He is sleeping. I checked his temperature, Normal. I made a mental note to inform the doctor about his progress.
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I came back later in the morning. Instantly passed out on the couch. I woke up late in the evening, Ordered The first thing on the menu and fell asleep again. I woke to the door Bell's ringing.
Last thing I know I had some chicken in my mouth before dozing off again.
I woke up at midnight. My heart skipped a beat at the sight in front of me. My drowsiness vanished. The rascal was lying on the floor and I stared at him wide eyed. It wasn't a dream.
After freshening up I grabbed myself a bottle of beer. Eyeing at him before I made something for him to fill his belly.
Maybe this time I can talk to him.
I went to my study for the pending work to be done. I sunk myself into work.
It was morning. Yet again my routine has been disturbed. I groaned.
He was sleeping on the couch when I entered the living room. I am frustrated. Why doesn't our timings coincide!? I'm not moving until he wakes up.
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Someone poked at my nose. Something rough crawled across my cheek. Awarenesses hit me and I jolted upright.
The rascal was sitting on the floor beside me. His eyes boring into mine. Neither of us moved. He showed no signs of being scared.
He was bandaged around the ribs, arms, head. He still held onto the robe that protected him from cold, even though It was warm but I understood, he was still weak and hurting. He must've noticed I was checking him because he coughed and I looked back into his eyes.
"You okay?" I said first, seeing he was trying to be on guard and brave.
He nodded. I stood up, his eyes followed my movements.
"I am your" I paused thought it over, he frowned, his cut wounds deepened, I continued. "I am your doctor you happened to meet at your death door. You are safe." I sat on the couch, crossed my legs and decided to keep my hands to myself, looking at his vulnerable state, he might as well attack me. Now that he has woken up, my touch would feel foreign to him. He did nothing, just took in whatever I'm feeling him. "But you need a few more months to get back all the strength you lost. And in a time span of two to three months, the bandages will be removed. "
I studied him. His honeyed eyes gleaming."If you're determined and put all your strength to recover, you might get well in less than two months." I said as a matter of fact. It's all done by brains he just needs to trick it.
He nodded. What is he thinking?
"So wanna tell me your name?" I tried to be nice but he ignored me by trying to get up and stumbling on the first trial. I looped his either arm around my neck, grabbed his waist, let him lean his possible weight that I can carry with me.
"Where to?" I asked after realizing we aren't moving at all. He lifted his fingers towards the kitchen. "I can bring you food in your room. You rest." I should've asked before burdening myself with his weight because my energy is draining quick in this Position. He shook his head.
"You don't wanna go upstairs?" He shook his head. "Why?" He frowned and again shook his head. He lifted his other hand and made a writing motion. He wanted to write? Why not tell me straight? "You can't talk?" I asked. I am being polite with him. Why is he afraid of me? But anyways sighing I first made him sit on the couch subsequently I clicked opened the notepad and handed over him my phone.
Seeing he was typing I brought him water and sat next to him. He took the glass but his hands shivered, sighing I put the phone on my lap and took the glass from his hand, held his shoulder to keep balance and helped him drink. He can sit fine, I noticed.
Later, I read the screen.'I can't speak. And I don't want to go to that room again. I feel sick there. It's difficult to climb stairs too. The food tastes horrible And why you keep me locked up. '
The inoffensive text had me flinching halfway through. I tried to keep my composure at best.
"We will have you checked up for this problem." He shook his head but I ignored. I already sent him to doctors once. What is he afraid of.
"And for the room, I'll let you use the one on the ground floor" he exhaled deeply. It wasn't that bad but I understand the feeling. And for the record it was him who made the room sick.
"And about the food, it's because of the medicines, once you start healing internally, any substance you take in will taste it's worth." Man! My cooking is as good as it can be. Besides, his food has to be nutritious and simple. Can't blame me.
"And you're not locked up, I wrote down the respective passwords on the piece of paper you never spared glace to." What does he thinks he is. He has the energy to break the window but not read the simple paper. Because of that I was already planning to sift him to other room but he complaint me first.
"Also, it's for our safety." He better not break the window again.
"Also. Never act on impulse." He better not make a mess of the other room.
"And you will not damage anything in this house. And do not dirty the place again." I held my anger back. Damn the blood pressure.
He nodded.
Then smiled. His eyes smiled too.
I never in the past saw this kind of smile beautifying him.
I took in the sight radiant sight before me.
For the first time since then when our eyes first met, I felt bad for him.
