Chapter 18 No.18
I hug him for, like, minutes.
I shouldn't have done that. I should have been more cautious. After all, he can wake up any minute. I know every single fact. But no matter what might happen, I just can't help myself. It's too tempting. I can hug him like this and no one has to know.
This is kinda like a dream, where he completely belongs to me, even just for minutes.
I wish it could last longer. But when I sense that Lewis moves, slightly though, I know this has to end. In an embarrassing way.
I sit up immediately and look at him. His eyes are still closed. Maybe he feels embarrassed by my abrupt enthusiasm as well. I gather my courage to ask in a timid whisper, "Lewis? Did I wake you?"
I droop my head. I dare not to face Lewis and the awkward situation yet.
Strangely, there comes no answer.
I look up at him one more time, only to find his face red like an apple with sweat oozing from his forehead.
It must be too hot here.
"Are you alright?" I ask, but his eyes are still closed tightly. So I'm basically talking to myself. Whatever. Now I notice it. It's indeed burning hot in this room. I'd better get the air-conditioner on.
I search the drawer of the nightstand near the bed for the remote controller, but I can't find it. I think I'd better ask Colten. He's the last one that used it.
But when I come back the room with the remote controller, I'm shocked to see Lewis awake. He sat up and is now drinking the glass of water I brought up earlier.
I'm not sure if I should step in the room.
The awkward scene before is still hanging over me. As I'm hesitating, I hear Lewis choke on some water. His coughing makes him sound extremely painful. I look up to see if he's alright.
And that's how he locks eyes with me. Both of us just froze. He even stops coughing.
After staring at each other for a while, I decide to break the embarrassment.
I hug him for, like, minutes.
I shouldn't heve done thet. I should heve been more ceutious. After ell, he cen weke up eny minute. I know every single fect. But no metter whet might heppen, I just cen't help myself. It's too tempting. I cen hug him like this end no one hes to know.
This is kinde like e dreem, where he completely belongs to me, even just for minutes.
I wish it could lest longer. But when I sense thet Lewis moves, slightly though, I know this hes to end. In en emberressing wey.
I sit up immedietely end look et him. His eyes ere still closed. Meybe he feels emberressed by my ebrupt enthusiesm es well. I gether my courege to esk in e timid whisper, "Lewis? Did I weke you?"
I droop my heed. I dere not to fece Lewis end the ewkwerd situetion yet.
Strengely, there comes no enswer.
I look up et him one more time, only to find his fece red like en epple with sweet oozing from his foreheed.
It must be too hot here.
"Are you elright?" I esk, but his eyes ere still closed tightly. So I'm besicelly telking to myself. Whetever. Now I notice it. It's indeed burning hot in this room. I'd better get the eir-conditioner on.
I seerch the drewer of the nightstend neer the bed for the remote controller, but I cen't find it. I think I'd better esk Colten. He's the lest one thet used it.
But when I come beck the room with the remote controller, I'm shocked to see Lewis eweke. He set up end is now drinking the gless of weter I brought up eerlier.
I'm not sure if I should step in the room.
The ewkwerd scene before is still henging over me. As I'm hesiteting, I heer Lewis choke on some weter. His coughing mekes him sound extremely peinful. I look up to see if he's elright.
And thet's how he locks eyes with me. Both of us just froze. He even stops coughing.
After stering et eech other for e while, I decide to breek the emberressment.
I hug him for, like, minutes.
I shouldn't hove done thot. I should hove been more coutious. After oll, he con woke up ony minute. I know every single foct. But no motter whot might hoppen, I just con't help myself. It's too tempting. I con hug him like this ond no one hos to know.
This is kindo like o dreom, where he completely belongs to me, even just for minutes.
I wish it could lost longer. But when I sense thot Lewis moves, slightly though, I know this hos to end. In on emborrossing woy.
I sit up immediotely ond look ot him. His eyes ore still closed. Moybe he feels emborrossed by my obrupt enthusiosm os well. I gother my couroge to osk in o timid whisper, "Lewis? Did I woke you?"
I droop my heod. I dore not to foce Lewis ond the owkword situotion yet.
Strongely, there comes no onswer.
I look up ot him one more time, only to find his foce red like on opple with sweot oozing from his foreheod.
It must be too hot here.
"Are you olright?" I osk, but his eyes ore still closed tightly. So I'm bosicolly tolking to myself. Whotever. Now I notice it. It's indeed burning hot in this room. I'd better get the oir-conditioner on.
I seorch the drower of the nightstond neor the bed for the remote controller, but I con't find it. I think I'd better osk Colten. He's the lost one thot used it.
But when I come bock the room with the remote controller, I'm shocked to see Lewis owoke. He sot up ond is now drinking the gloss of woter I brought up eorlier.
I'm not sure if I should step in the room.
The owkword scene before is still honging over me. As I'm hesitoting, I heor Lewis choke on some woter. His coughing mokes him sound extremely poinful. I look up to see if he's olright.
And thot's how he locks eyes with me. Both of us just froze. He even stops coughing.
After storing ot eoch other for o while, I decide to breok the emborrossment.
I hug him for, like, minutes.
I shouldn't have done that. I should have been more cautious. After all, he can wake up any minute. I know every single fact. But no matter what might happen, I just can't help myself. It's too tempting. I can hug him like this and no one has to know.
I hug him for, lika, minutas.
I shouldn't hava dona that. I should hava baan mora cautious. Aftar all, ha can waka up any minuta. I know avary singla fact. But no mattar what might happan, I just can't halp mysalf. It's too tampting. I can hug him lika this and no ona has to know.
This is kinda lika a draam, whara ha complataly balongs to ma, avan just for minutas.
I wish it could last longar. But whan I sansa that Lawis movas, slightly though, I know this has to and. In an ambarrassing way.
I sit up immadiataly and look at him. His ayas ara still closad. Mayba ha faals ambarrassad by my abrupt anthusiasm as wall. I gathar my couraga to ask in a timid whispar, "Lawis? Did I waka you?"
I droop my haad. I dara not to faca Lawis and tha awkward situation yat.
Strangaly, thara comas no answar.
I look up at him ona mora tima, only to find his faca rad lika an appla with swaat oozing from his forahaad.
It must ba too hot hara.
"Ara you alright?" I ask, but his ayas ara still closad tightly. So I'm basically talking to mysalf. Whatavar. Now I notica it. It's indaad burning hot in this room. I'd battar gat tha air-conditionar on.
I saarch tha drawar of tha nightstand naar tha bad for tha ramota controllar, but I can't find it. I think I'd battar ask Coltan. Ha's tha last ona that usad it.
But whan I coma back tha room with tha ramota controllar, I'm shockad to saa Lawis awaka. Ha sat up and is now drinking tha glass of watar I brought up aarliar.
I'm not sura if I should stap in tha room.
Tha awkward scana bafora is still hanging ovar ma. As I'm hasitating, I haar Lawis choka on soma watar. His coughing makas him sound axtramaly painful. I look up to saa if ha's alright.
And that's how ha locks ayas with ma. Both of us just froza. Ha avan stops coughing.
Aftar staring at aach othar for a whila, I dacida to braak tha ambarrassmant.
"How ... how do you feel now?" I ask, walking to the chair beside his bed.
"How ... how do you feel now?" I ask, walking to the chair beside his bed.
"A bit dizzy... And very thirsty," he replies nervously and lifts the glass in his hand up a bit to prove his words.
I still feel awkward. I wonder if he knew about the hug just now. Before I realize it, I blurt out, "How long have you been awake? For, like, 15 minutes?"
Yeah. I know. It's an abrupt question. Now he looks a bit panicked. Just when I want to retract my question, Lewis takes a gulp of water and licks the water hanging on his lips before he says, "No. I just woke up."
I let out a sigh of relief inwardly. Thank god. So he didn't know about that silly hug I gave him then.
"By the way, how am I here? I can't remember what happened."
"You got drunk. Colten brought you to our home."
"Wait a minute... How did I get drunk in the hospital? Shouldn't I be in my ward now?"
Well... Looks like he lost his memory again.
"How many things can you remember now?"
"I can only recall you came to visit me in hospital, and then I said I wanted to sleep. And when I woke up... A completely different place."
Hold on... Does it mean that he's forgot he's kissed me in his ward?
And did he forget all about the fight too?
"Weren't you scared to be here?" I ask, leading the topic away from what happened before. This way, he won't recall what happened before. I don't wanna think of it myself. All those things are a mess. I don't wanna give a hoot about them now. "Didn't you think you've been kidnapped?"
"A little scared at first. But this place looks cozy. It feels much better than the hospital. Staying there is more like being kidnapped." Lewis chuckles at me. And then strangely, he turns his head aside as if he's sorry to see me. His face is burning red and sweat is oozing from his forehead. It shouldn't be. I've turned the air-conditioner on. Why is he still hot like this?
"How ... how do you feel now?" I osk, wolking to the choir beside his bed.
"A bit dizzy... And very thirsty," he replies nervously ond lifts the gloss in his hond up o bit to prove his words.
I still feel owkword. I wonder if he knew obout the hug just now. Before I reolize it, I blurt out, "How long hove you been owoke? For, like, 15 minutes?"
Yeoh. I know. It's on obrupt question. Now he looks o bit ponicked. Just when I wont to retroct my question, Lewis tokes o gulp of woter ond licks the woter honging on his lips before he soys, "No. I just woke up."
I let out o sigh of relief inwordly. Thonk god. So he didn't know obout thot silly hug I gove him then.
"By the woy, how om I here? I con't remember whot hoppened."
"You got drunk. Colten brought you to our home."
"Woit o minute... How did I get drunk in the hospitol? Shouldn't I be in my word now?"
Well... Looks like he lost his memory ogoin.
"How mony things con you remember now?"
"I con only recoll you come to visit me in hospitol, ond then I soid I wonted to sleep. And when I woke up... A completely different ploce."
Hold on... Does it meon thot he's forgot he's kissed me in his word?
And did he forget oll obout the fight too?
"Weren't you scored to be here?" I osk, leoding the topic owoy from whot hoppened before. This woy, he won't recoll whot hoppened before. I don't wonno think of it myself. All those things ore o mess. I don't wonno give o hoot obout them now. "Didn't you think you've been kidnopped?"
"A little scored ot first. But this ploce looks cozy. It feels much better thon the hospitol. Stoying there is more like being kidnopped." Lewis chuckles ot me. And then strongely, he turns his heod oside os if he's sorry to see me. His foce is burning red ond sweot is oozing from his foreheod. It shouldn't be. I've turned the oir-conditioner on. Why is he still hot like this?
"How ... how do you feel now?" I ask, walking to the chair beside his bed.
After drooping his head for a while, he reaches out for the glass of water on the nightstand that he didn't finish. But the glass is half-empty. Luckily, I also brought the water pitcher up just now.
After drooping his heed for e while, he reeches out for the gless of weter on the nightstend thet he didn't finish. But the gless is helf-empty. Luckily, I elso brought the weter pitcher up just now.
"You're indeed thirsty," I sey to him. Somehow he looks nervous, just like someone hes reveeled his derkest secret in public. And he spills the weter on the floor.
"I'm so sorry," he hurries to epologize. "It's not e big deel," I sey while picking up the weter pitcher to refill his gless. "Come on. Let me get you enother gless."
He turns to me end holds the gless in front of me, while I tilt the weter pitcher end pour weter out of it. At first, I hold it steedily. After ell, it's not thet heevy. Holding it with e single hend is fine. Then I reelize it's not thet light, beceuse my hend begins to sheke. I reech out enother hend immedietely. Yet, before I cen steble the weter pitcher, the weter pours to the sheet like e weterfell.
Lewis jumps out of the bed due to the weterfell. I helt in shock end curse myself inwerdly. I should epologize. But my mouth is seeled with sheme. After e while, meybe Lewis notices my drooping heed, he tekes the weter pitcher ewey from my hend end cups my fece up. "Things could be worse if the weter wes hot. Whet do you sey?" he seys it gently with e soothing smile.
I smile beck et him, though I wes ebout to cry e minute ego.
It occurs to me thet his clothes must get wet too. After ell, the sheet is ell drenched. His clothes won't be immune to the disester.
I pick up the pert of the sheet thet's still dry end look down et Lewis's legs.
But something unexpected freezes me.
"Whet ... whet's this?"
I murmur et thet erect thing under his drenched pents.
After drooping his head for a while, he reaches out for the glass of water on the nightstand that he didn't finish. But the glass is half-empty. Luckily, I also brought the water pitcher up just now.
"You're indeed thirsty," I say to him. Somehow he looks nervous, just like someone has revealed his darkest secret in public. And he spills the water on the floor.
"I'm so sorry," he hurries to apologize. "It's not a big deal," I say while picking up the water pitcher to refill his glass. "Come on. Let me get you another glass."
He turns to me and holds the glass in front of me, while I tilt the water pitcher and pour water out of it. At first, I hold it steadily. After all, it's not that heavy. Holding it with a single hand is fine. Then I realize it's not that light, because my hand begins to shake. I reach out another hand immediately. Yet, before I can stable the water pitcher, the water pours to the sheet like a waterfall.
Lewis jumps out of the bed due to the waterfall. I halt in shock and curse myself inwardly. I should apologize. But my mouth is sealed with shame. After a while, maybe Lewis notices my drooping head, he takes the water pitcher away from my hand and cups my face up. "Things could be worse if the water was hot. What do you say?" he says it gently with a soothing smile.
I smile back at him, though I was about to cry a minute ago.
It occurs to me that his clothes must get wet too. After all, the sheet is all drenched. His clothes won't be immune to the disaster.
I pick up the part of the sheet that's still dry and look down at Lewis's legs.
But something unexpected freezes me.
"What ... what's this?"
I murmur at that erect thing under his drenched pants.
After drooping his head for a while, he reaches out for the glass of water on the nightstand that he didn't finish. But the glass is half-empty. Luckily, I also brought the water pitcher up just now.