Babysitter Cougar [COMPLETE]

Prologue

There are a lot of questions develop and linger in my battered head, but it hurts when I even initiate the thoughts.

First of all, how is my head got wounded so bad? Are my internals in good condition? What could have caused the injuries? How did I get here, in this hospital bed with all these wires and tubes attached to me?

And lastly, who is this beautiful guy sitting by my bedside staring at me in bewilderment?

At first I reckon that he could probably be in his early twenties, but the creases under his eyes, his soul patch and short stubble contradicts my initial thought; he could be older than that.

He somehow looks familiar, like someone I used to know. Maybe because he reminds me of that Irish actor, Barry Keoghan with his monolid eyes revealing partial of his dark grey eyes, his big, pointy button nose that flares nervously and cupid's bow lips parted in incomprehension. His weather-beaten skin covered his fair complexion for unwillingly basking under Malaysia's scorching sun.

He glances behind him before turns back to face me. His drooping eyes remains half hidden behind the lid as he studies my face. I part my lips to speak but my raspy voice croaks like my throat was left idle for so long, it has forgotten how to function.

He hushes me, telling me that I'm okay. Yeah, I'm aware of that. Otherwise, I would have freak out in pain already.

I muster a nod, responding to his assurance. He reaches for my hand and caresses it gently. As much as I find him cute and attractive, I have no recollection of him at all. I keep calling him Barry Keoghan dupe in my head without knowing his real name is. Who is he, anyway?

As my conscious begins to recover, I intuitively feel the need to detach my hand from his. I don't know why but my emotions said so. I suddenly feel resentment towards him creeping in my heart, but I cannot fathom the reason behind this feeling. It is as though the corner of my unconscious memory sends signals to every nerve system, every muscle, and every crevice of my body to repel him without prompting me any indication to justify my actions.

When he sees my unexpected reaction to resist, he asks if I remember him. I wanted to say that I remember that kid who plays George in Dunkirk but not him, yet I don't think that is a relevant answer. So, I hold my tongue and shake my head.

He smiles softly and mentions his name which I haven't heard for a long time. But why is my heart trying to tell me that he is the reason behind my injuries?

P/S - In case if you're wondering who is this Barry Keoghan which the persona compares the mysterious guy to. Well, this is him...

In case if you were also wondering how I imagine the persona would look like...

Nora Danish - Malaysian actress/model

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Photo of the hospital ward by Daan Stevens on Unsplash

Photo of Barry Keoghan from Wikipedia & Barry Keoghan's insta story.

Photo of Nora Danish from her official social media