I was back home.
Doc. Personally came with the injured guy. Now he was wrapped up with more bandages. Poor soul. I felt bad for him, wondering why was he in such a condition and who was responsible for this. How?
He gave me a set of instructions I needed to follow while taking care of him. There were various reasons why he ended up in my house.
The professor said he would wake up in a day or two. And as soon as he does, I'd give a call to him, again for various purposes.
I guided the nurses to carry him in the guest room this time. The nursing room was robbed off me so it's empty now.
I went to my study, it's not normal desk, table with a library what people would call. It's more like a laboratory with library. It's all purpose lab for me.
It's my paradise.
Before going to bed I nursed the guy, but changing bandages was a bit hard. He was heavy.
He barely turned, which showed signs of his mere unconsciousness. Till tomorrow he'll be sleeping. He might wake up after the next day. I Went through the normal routine till I was again in my cabin, at my desk where I once more realized how boring my life was.
During lunch I met the same woman I offered lift to. She waved at me as she spotted me and I sat across her. We talked for a while, she told me her room is on the floor above mine, and I could find her there at any time of the day. These past few days she had been to my room but couldn't find me. She left some handmade cookies on my table but the stuff didn't reach me and that's exact what I told her. Instead of getting getting sad she invited me over. That surprised me. It was sudden. But even if she had any vicious intentions. I was prepared.
I was partly glad for making a progress in this field.
Later we walked together to my car when she told me she saw me often, running from floor to floor, then rushing towards the car. But I noticed none.
She was a healthy brunette with plum lips. Height around five feet six inches. I was taller. We exchanged our phone numbers, waved our goodbyes and went our ways.
After I was full I went for a daily checkup to the guy's room. He was burning up. The breathing were rather heavier. The fever was uncalled for. I dialled the prof., Him not waking up was scaring enough.
"Hello, doc. He is burning up. I've fed him the meds. But What is wrong with him?"
"Stop giving him painkillers and start feeding him. Remove the machines. It's time."
"K. Thanks." I would've done the same but preferred to go with the doctor handling his case.
I made some porridge. His cheeks were swollen and cut, nose was broke and the head had been bandaged. I never removed it. He was healing fast. I gently tipped his chin. Applied some pressure and his lips parted slightly.
I was foolish. He needs a liquid diet for the start. So I marched towards the kitchen and was back in no time with a bowl of soup and fruit juice for later.
I parted his lips gently, and slipped a spoonful in his mouth and closed his mouth that instant if it leaks out.
To my surprise, the baby feeding worked. He Swallowed It. I repeated the process until the small bowl was empty. It was more than enough for him. I kept it aside and bent towards him to tuck the blankets over him just as it was before.
And again to my surprise. His stomach lurched and gurgled. He heaved and heaved until there was nothing but an empty pit in his gut. He raised his heavy eyelids half way only for them to fall shut. The vomit all over me and the sheets. I paled at it's strong odor.
What should I do first?
I am regretting. I am Angry. I wanna Cry. I want to do Damage.
So I first clean my face. Then ever so lightly his chin, then neck, his chest. I had to say he was muscular but I was not appreciating him right now. I changed the blanket cleaned the room open windows for fresh air, then finally cleaned myself. He probably needed some water so I spoon-fed him that too. Luckily he didn't repeated his previous stunt this time. I was relieved.
It's past bedtime but was I ever on time!?
I was tired but sleep was long gone. I went to the balcony of my room. The stars weren't in sight. It was cold, the sky was cloudy, it occurred to me that it might rain tomorrow. Better be safe than sorry. I arranged my stuff for a rainy day ahead.
Before going to sleep I gave a command to the controller to close the sick guy's room window. He must be feeling frosty.
And the next day ended similarly but without vomit.