You're my favorite [#Wattys2018]

Chapter 2

He turned on the television because if he had been in a coma for two days he had to find out what was happening.

There was an attack in New York where there was a shooting, the director of UNICEF after accusations of harassment, in Venezuela there was an opposition in the presidential elections, about the radiation that cell phones issued, chocolate is considered a danger to the world and the violence had worsened in Mexico. At that moment the door opened and Chris came in with a tray of food.

-I brought you food, I imagine you're hungry-

Chris put the tray, Tom saw that it was salmon and rice accompanied by black tea. He smiled when he saw the tea and began to eat but the lack of use and tingling caused the cutlery to shake in his hands and bring food to the mouth was an odyssey. The blonde couldn't help giggling and sat close to him.

-Let me help you-

Chris took the fork and knife from Tom's hand and began to take the food to his patient's mouth and placed a straw so that he could drink tea more easily, when the chestnut finished he wiped his mouth with his napkin.

-The idea of ​​tea is because I'm British?-

-A little-he said with a smile

-How do you feel?-

-I need to go to the bathroom-he admitted, blushing violently

-Don't worry I'll help you-

The blonde took off the sheets so the Brit move their legs and turn his body.

Chris put his arms around his body and Tom placed them on his shoulders and helped him to his feet. He parted a little from him still around his waist. He extended the wheeled sera to support him, accompanied him to the bathroom and waited at the door. Tom was extremely grateful that he didn't insist on going into the bathroom with him, when he finished cleaning his hands and teeth and looked at himself in the mirror. Her skin had more color than normal and her lips looked red, as if he were using a lipstick of that color. He opened the door and the blue-eyed man was waiting for him.

-All right? -

-Yes, my lips look red-

-It's because of the blood donation they will soon return to their pink color-he assured him watching his patient lick her lips  looked very attractive grabbing that, he couldn't help thinking.

Chris help him back to bed.

-I have to go, I'll see other patients but I'll be back for dinner-

-I see you at dinner -he said looking attentively how  the blonde came out of his room

Tom decided to change the channel and found a movie, which was about a man who had been evicted from his home with his mother and son, the family was going to a hotel and while the protagonist was looking for work was hired to repair the houses that had been evicted by the same company that evicted theirs. However, he deviated from the road by starting to illegally enter the houses to harm them, causing the district judges to have more reasons for the residents to be evicted. Obviously this brought threats against his family as he had helped in the eviction of one hundred families. In his opinion the plot was interesting but the actor looked too young to believe the role of father and the end was very disappointing for his taste. Just when the movie ended, the dream invaded him and he fell asleep without turning off the television. He awoke due to hunger realizing that the TV was turned off and that the door was closed. He noticed that a tray of food was left near the bed and winged there was a note. Which took to be able to read it.

It seems that you are very tired and I didn't want to wake up. I must go home but you're in good hands I see you for breakfast.
Chris.

The Briton was almost hating himself, because he had missed the opportunity to go back to lunch with his doctor! It should be embarrassing to have to be fed as a baby but when the blond had done it he didn't see it with pity or as if he was useless, he saw it with affection. During their relations Tom had gone out with some women and one men, but he hadn't fallen in love for a long time, two years to be precise. Maybe he liked his doctor. Chris, seeing that his patient was fast asleep, decided to go home, he was sure that Thunder would look at him badly for being late and not playing with him. He took off her white coat and put it inside his backpack and put on his black Ray-Ban jacket over his black shirt, it definitely didn't fit so well with the blue dress pants. Chris take the keys of his truck and close his office, when he get to the parking lot he put the backpack in the trunk, turn on the truck and drive home around 22 minutes. The blond press the button that there would be the black garage which had space for up to four cars if half of it wasn't converted to garden and the house of Thunder. Under the car and the Golden received him with an accusatory look.

-Don't see me like that Thunder, I had to keep an eye on my new patient, he wake up-before that what could be a smile appeared on the dog-You would have seen Thunder, has beautiful eyes, deep blue-said the Australian smiling foolishly

Thunder had to bark to get his master out of his memory and thus receive his food, which he was glad to ooze and then reach in front of the door where there was a comfortable red mattress. For his part, the blue-eyed man entered the house, which had a half bathroom for visitors to the right side, a canteen and a mirror.

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Dear readers, that's all for today, I hope you like it. If you like, don't hesitate to tell me with your vote or with a message, because this motivates me to try writing in another language.

Kisses and we read in the next chapter.