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Chapter 8: Happy Together (Finale)

            The tiny squeak of discomfort was all Bernard needed to hear from Ted to signal him to pull away. "Oh, no...I've forgotten about your ankle. Let me take a look at it." Bernard got off the bed while Ted sat up. Removing the slipper from the foot Ted was pointing to, Bernard gasped at how bad it looked; red and swollen. "Geez, Ted. I can't believe you. How could you ignore the pain on your foot the entire time? Do you realize that putting so much pressure on such an injury...dragging me into the apartment...telling Fandi not to go to the kitchen...would make it worse?"

"I'm sorry, Bernard. It just wasn't as important as making you stay and ge having his happiness. Don't be mad."

"I'm not mad. I'm worried."

"You don't have to worry." Ted wiggled his foot and plastered on the most excruciating looking smile Bernard had ever witnessed. "See, it doesn't...hurt."

"Are you sure about that?" Bernard wasn't convinced. He reached over to wipe a lingering tear off Ted's lashes. "Then your eyes must be leaking water for no reason."

"Okay, it hurts a little."

"Hmm..." Bernard narrowed his eyes in disbelief.

"Fine, it hurts like a mother."

"Speaking from personal experience?"

"I'm a guy, Bernard. A...GUY."

Bernard smiled. "I was only joking. I'll go get some rubbing ointment. Be right back." Disappearing out to the hallway, Bernard went to fetch the tube of cream inside the mirror cabinet in the bathroom. Returning to the room shortly, he uncapped and squeezed a generous portion onto his hand. Sitting on the floor, he rubbed his hands together and gently massaged Ted's foot.

"AH~" Ted screamed. "Stop...ah...Bernard...that hurts...ngh...please...your fingers...ugh...no more..."

Ted's erotic calls got the attention of everyone in the apartment. The four other nosy attendees slowly inched towards where the commotion was coming from.

"No...not so hard...lighter Bernard...ngh...hah..."

Fandi covered Zack's ears with his palms, while he had a perverted smirk on his face. Nicholas looked up at Patrick with his face blushing feverishly. Patrick shrugged his shoulders, feeling rather delighted that Ted had found someone for himself. In other words, Ted won't be bothering his progress with Nicholas.

"Help, ge!" That was Nicholas's cue to kick down the wooden barrier and save his beloved younger brother. Then again, the door wasn't even closed, so it swung open without much effort.

The four stood there paralyzed from movement as they stared in shock. The scene displayed in front of them was not what they were expecting. Ted was seated on the bed, hands clutching tightly onto the soft comforter, back arched backwards and crying in pain while Bernard was rubbing his ankle for him.

"That's it?" Fandi grumbled. "I got excited for nothing. Come on, Zack. Let's go back to my room and shoot zombies."

Zack chuckled as she followed him out. Nicholas and Patrick approached them to see if Ted was okay.

"You twisted your ankle again?"

"I know that I'm clumsy. Go ahead and laugh."

"No one is going to laugh at you, Ted." Nicholas crouched down to take a closer look. "It's not too bad. Massage it a little more, Bernard. He'll be fine."