Their Masks

The Perfect Guy (Part 3)

Justin had always hated hospitals.

There was nothing good about them in his life, to begin with. He had lost everything he ever valued in his life in these places. He never understood why they called these people who work here good.

Everyone he had loved was lost to the ineptitude of the workers in a hospital.

But that was not on his mind right now.

He was more concerned with the girl who lay in the bed beside where he sat. Even in sleep, Gwen was easily the most beautiful being he knew. She looked so much like her old self now that she had been cleared of all that rubbish that was obscuring it.

The doctors had said it was lucky she had been brought to the hospital in time. The alternative of that was unfathomable to Justin so he had chosen to forget it as soon as the old man had spoken it.

It didn't matter much to him anyway. His flower was going to make a full recovery in a few days. All he had to do was to make sure no one was ever going to hurt her again.

He was still admiring his angel when his phone buzzed to life. He didn't need to look at the caller ID to know who would be calling him at this time. It was nearly nine in the evening after all.

"Where the hell are you?"

"Are you worried about me, Monica? I'm touched."

"You colossal idiot! If anything happens to Julia when I get back home I will tear you apart."

The line went dead the very moment he realized why the person on the other end was so upset with him. He had been so absorbed with Gwen that he had forgotten to handle his other responsibilities in life.

He had to leave his delicate flower in the hands of someone he was sure would care for her. Justin walked to the waiting room and his eyes scanned the area until he found the one he was sure would never leave Gwen's side.

"I need to get back home. You can stay here longer and make sure Gwen is ok right?"

"Of course. Don't worry about it."

Justin nodded his appreciation. It was a good thing he had paid enough attention to the blonde girl to make sure she would do anything for him. Right now he was sure she would not leave this hospital until he came back, no matter the time.

But that was at the back of his mind as he made his way home. Even without Monica's threat, he would have felt very terrible if their mother did something to Julia.

To his relief, the woman was not yet at home. That was both a blessing and a curse. It meant that the baby sitter had been there for more hours than her pay warranted.

"Oh, I don't mind. Juju is such a darling," the redhead baby sitter spoke as she rose from the couch that she and a seven-year-old girl were watching a mindless sitcom from.

Justin had to cover the extra hours from his own pocket as he thanked the girl again for her help. He was not so sure about this, but the look the girl always gave him when they parted ways at the door made him think she was here for more than just baby-sitting Julia.

"Yeeee! Justin's home!" Justin only had a moment to react when the child launched herself straight at him from the couch.

He had expressed so many times to the girl that her age and weight were contributing to that task being too demanding to his back.

"But you are strong! Strong like Superman!"

Justin sighed at the careless enthusiasm the girl had and sat her back down on the couch. All seven years of experience he had of dealing with Julia demanded that her enthusiasm be curbed before it reached critical levels.