DREAM KINGS (Shawn Mendes x Harry Styles)

C h a p t e r [49]

My heart jumped as I open my eyes and feel it pumping really hard. I rub my eyes and yawn again, but to my surprise, Shawn's not lying down on the couch anymore.

"Mr. Mendes? Mr. Mendes..?"

I immediately stand, he's too weak to go roaming around the house by himself.

"Mr. Mendes?" I said as I look around.

All of a sudden, I hear a moan. I called him again and again, he moans. I followed the sound and found him on the entrance of the bathroom and a scattered toothbrushes on the bathroom floor, along with the cup that was broken into shards.

"Oh my god!" I quickly run to him before he even completely step on the broken pieces of the cup, "What are you even doing?!"

"I.. I need.. need to use.. the–the.."

I breathe heavily, "Don't move. Okay? Do. Not. Move."

I run back to the living room and grabbed mom's house slippers. Then back to him.

I dropped the slippers and said, "Here. Wear this, so you don't hurt yourself."

He wears the other one perfectly but I still have to help him with the other one. He heads in the bathroom lamely and slow that I still have to wait for him to finish before I could clean up the mess on the floor.

Waiting outside, I realize it's already time for him to eat and drink his medicine. The door creaks open and I know he's already making his way out. I walk to him, grabbed his other arm and laid on my neck while having my other hand cling to the side of his stomach.

"Careful.." I mumble.

"Hey.. th-thanks." He utters weakly.

"It's no big deal but I hope you've learned that this what happens when you're too exhausted with the events at school."

"Yeah.. sucks that.. I don't get to.. date you around your town."

Did I hear that right or it's just a word misheard? Date? DATE?!

"What?" I ask.

"It should have.. been today.. where you tour me around."

"Wait–I think I heard—never mind."

We got to the living room and I have to assist him upon lying down. He groans as he lays on his back. His chest's starting to sweat slightly. I grabbed the towelette under his neck and lift his shirt up, inserted the towelette in and rubbed it until slightly dry. He has his eyes opened and staring at me.

"What?"

He shakes his head, "Nothing.."

"If you can do it yourself, then I won't have to do this Mr. Mendes."

"I.. I didn't say.. anything.."

I pucker my lips and sighed. His face's sweating, I have to pull out the towelette out on his chest and wipe his face. He sniffs as he just stares at me while I run the towelette on his forehead, down to his cheeks.

"Done. I'll go make this cloth clean. I'll be back with the food and meds. Okay?" I stood and turn around, but then I remember about the dishes I woke up clean the other time before, I turn to him and ask, "Did you wash the dishes before?"

He shakes his head, denying he did.

"Then who would wash the dishes? I was still asleep and you're the only one awake. There's only two of us here.. unless.. Mustaha sneaked in to do it for you?"

He shakes his head again, "It was.. me." He says, "It was a.. token of.. appreciation.. to all of those food.. you made.."

I smiled, flattered somehow that he washed the dishes for the first time just because he's glad of the foods I cooked for him, "Thanks." I said then went to the bathroom to clean up the broken cup.

As I pick up the pieces and the toothbrushes, I notice a stain of blood, leading inside the bathroom. Not much but small drops. I felt shaky and worried, I hurried and throw the pieces on the trash bin and head back to him. He's fast asleep, but I notice some blood on his feet. I leaned over to get a closer look.

"What're you.." he suddenly speaks.

"Holy cr—GOD! Why did you do that?!"

"Do.. what?"

"You scared me!"

He's sick but he still managed to chuckle, "Didn't mean to.."

I crumple my face with a sigh, "You're bleeding. Why didn't you tell me you got hurt?!"

"I–I did?"

I nod, "Yeah. Right here." I said, pointing to his little toe mound.

"I–I didn't know.."

I sigh, "Why do you always get yourself hurt? First, you got your finger burnt, then you've got a fever, now you've got a scratch and it's bleeding."

"There's more.. that you didn't mention."

"And what are those?"

"It's.. nothing.."

I didn't speak anymore and just looked at his wound. It's not deep but it sure made him bleed. I was about to leave to get the first aid kit when he stops me.

"Where are you.. going..?"

"I'm going to get the first aid kit. We need to fix that wound of yours before it gets infected."

He didn't respond. I left and went to the bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit, then went back to him. I pull out the cotton balls and povidone-iodine.

"Oh, wrong one. Alcohol first."

"W-WHAT?!"

"Your wound needs to get sanitized first. Don't be such a baby. You're sick and it would get worst like your burnt finger there."

He bites his lips aggressively as I pour the alcohol into the cotton ball and gently dabbed it on his wound. He moans but with his mouth closed.

"A little more.." I said and I continue to add and dab more into his cut. I leaned closer and blew air on the cut to lessen the sting.

His moaning stops, while I proceed to blow air and gently tap the cut with the cotton ball with alcohol.

"Done.." I said, "Next, the povidone-iodine."

He sucks his lips again.

"Don't worry," I said with a short laugh, "This won't hurt. You won't feel anything."

And so, I used a new cotton ball and put on some povidone-iodine and carefully dab it on his cut, I leaned over, closer again, and blew air just to make sure he doesn't feel any stinging sensation.

"You're the only person I know who's tough but can't bear the sting of an alcohol." I chuckle and look at him but he's already asleep.

I sigh as I move away and took the first aid kit with me back to the bathroom. I told him it's time to eat and drink meds but he slept on me. Still, I went to the kitchen and made porridge, prepared his meds and set them aside for later when he wakes up.

Oh my goodness! Tippy must be waiting! I told her today's our movie date! I'm gonna be so dead to her. I run upstairs to grab my phone, to my knowledge, 4 missed calls from Tippy and 2 missed calls from mom.