~ What If We could Rewrite the Stars ✨

Chapter 22

Nate's POV

-"Nate."

-"Mn.."

- " I need your help. Err.. don't worry, no girl this time. Just hear me out, okay?"

- "Mn.." This is exactly what i am worrying about now.

-" I am Insomniac. I can't sleep at night. Initially medicines used to help. Now even they have stopped working."

My brain has been pulled out of the sleepiness. My Dylan was suffering so much silently without anyone knowing.

I know how precious sleep is. My brain refuses to function if I don't sleep one night.

- " Last night.. Last night I slept peacefully after a long time. That's why I visited my consulting psychologist today. He said maybe because I slept with someone, which is ofcourse you, I could fall asleep. He suggested me to try sleeping with others as an experiment. The girl- I just wanted to sleep with her- innocent sleeping, you know.. but it didn't help at all. I got uncomfortable instead. That's why I returned home at such an odd hour. Don't think poorly of me, I really don't go on sleeping around. "

I wanted to slap myself until my cheek bleeds. Dylan went out of his ways just for his treatment. And here I thought he was a frequent one night stander. I was so disrespectful.

I owe my life to this man. I know him since ages. I know how kind and caring he is. I knew everything all along but I still doubted him. Shame on me!!

I remembered why I originally accepted the job offer. I wanted to help him in every possible way. Since he doesn't remember me, it would be awkward if I said "thank you" all of a sudden. It's better if I let my actions prove how grateful I am to him.

I have one goal ahead of me- help Dylan sleep.

- " So, you can't sleep tonight again?"

- " I can't. " I felt grateful to know that he trusted me enough to share his personal problems with me.

- " Would you like to perform another experiment?"

- "What?"

- " Try sleeping with me again. Just to be sure. Incase you can't fall asleep you would know sleeping with others doesn't help. Then your doctor can try a different treatment. Atleast you dont have to force yourself to do things you don't like."

- "..."

So here we were, in his room, together for the second consecutive night.

I am not sure if it was really my presence which helped him fall asleep. If it really is the case, I would be more than happy to help him cure his disease.

"Good night" I whispered in the dark. I was generally afraid of the dark, but perhaps because I was with the sunshine of my life, this darkness didn't bother me.

I waited for a few moments for his reply, but instead a even calm breathing sound reached me. Was this guy really insomniac???

Good night, sleepyhead. I am here right beside you. Sleep.

***
Dylan's natural musk hit my nostrils as I was oscillating back and forth between consciousness and slumber. I smiled almost as if I was in a sweet dream. My hand was searching for the sleeping figure next to me.

Shit!!!

I jumped up. The bed beside me was empty and the clock showed 8 am. Shit shit shit!!

The sound of running water that was previously coming from his bathroom had already stopped.