Episode 50
He said looking at the ceiling and not at me.
He let out a small groan, looking very uncomfortable.
Why is he so shy?
I activated my quick thinking.
“Ah!” “Do you mean to ask me to change your clothes?”
“…..?”
The sound sounded like a rush of wind.
Dale's eyes widened.
He looks at me like I'm crazy.
Isn't it?
“Oh, no.
That's not it.
No, Dale!
Since I really want to change Dale's clothes, wouldn't it be right for me to do so?
This is what I felt!
Question type! a question!
You know what it is, right?”
“…….”
That didn't change Dale's astonished face.
He looked at me like he was looking perverted.
Would he have preferred me to keep my mouth shut?
I politely brought him his clothes and opened the door.
“Take it easy.”
* * *
Dale was sitting still, waiting for me after he changed his clothes.
His face gave me a wary look.
Do I look like a pervert again?
She smiled shyly and approached him, and his facial expression hardened.
……Have I really been turned into a pervert?
“You did a good job of changing yourself, wow-”
Dale stared at me silently.
I tightened the corners of my mouth and smiled, and he pulled back a little and looked slightly to the other side.
He seemed annoyed by my presence.
“I didn't think you wouldn't be able to eat so much, so I made simple pear juice, and I'll leave it here for you to drink.”
“…….”
Dale stared into the mug, looking more groggy than usual from the heat.
It was windy outside, so I lowered the curtains and closed the door tightly.
The house was solidly built and comfortable.
“You'll be better by tomorrow, so don't go to work and stay here tomorrow, okay?”
“…….”
Dale's voice sounded weak, and I worried.
I better get out of here.
I'd seen Dale in smart pajamas before, but I'd never seen his cheeks rosy and his broad shoulders hunched.
Dale stared at me speechlessly.
“If you need anything, just ring this bell, and I will do everything for you.”
Dale nodded dumbfounded.
Finally, I unwrapped his shoulder, sterilized it, and took his temperature.
“It's a lot less, Dale, drink this and get a good night's sleep, and I'll be in the office.”
“…….”
“Call me if anything happens, please!”
I shouted.
I was about to turn around when Dale pulled down my clothes.
“……Dale?”
Dale was looking at me.
He brushed his hair out of his face and looked at me with clear eyes.
His eyes were dark.
“Don't go.”
Whispering lowly, Dale stared at me.
His face was red from fever, but his eyes were clear.
Dale looked at me nervously.
“Okay!”
I said, and his lips parted.
He seemed surprised that something he wasn't sure about had been confirmed.
Dale shook his head slowly.
He stared at me with his mouth open like a child's.
Dale seemed relieved, and I didn't feel sorry for him.
'He depends on me.'
It was like picking up an injured bird, fixing its wings, nursing it back to health, and then watching it flap its wings and come back to life.
She changed the cover of Dale's pillow and placed it around his head.
He leaned his head back on the dry, fluffy pillow and seemed relaxed.
He stared at me silently, as if the pain was making him mute.
I could see that his eyes were open, but he seemed to be trying to decide if he wanted to sleep, and if he didn't, he was closing them again.
“Can't you sleep?”
"I ……."
“If you don't sleep, I'll ask you why, where, how, and if you got hurt doing something.”
“…….”
Dale averted his gaze quietly.
Just when he felt his silence starting to get longer.
He opened his eyes and looked at me wordlessly, like a cat curious about a human.
He didn't look like the usual Dale.
Strong Dale was the Dale I knew, but weak Dale was nice too.
I smiled and took his temperature again.
"Oh, your temperature has dropped a lot!
I think you just need a good night's sleep."
“I have a question.”
"Yes.
Sure.
Ask me anything."
I replied as I changed Dale's bandages.
“Can I…….”
Then Dale opened his mouth.
His voice was harsher than usual, and it sounded like that of a sick man.
“If I fall asleep and wake up, will Enya be there for me?”
“…….”
“Are you leaving?”
Dale asked me seriously as he looked at me, I've never seen him look so unsure.
“I'll be there when you wake up.”
I told him.
This was the answer he was hoping for.
Dale's expression relaxed when she told him.
Patients tend to be weak.
He had been working a lot, and he had every right to be exhausted and tired.
He's my employee, but he's also a dear friend, like a companion on retreat.
“You can sleep peacefully knowing that I will be here.”
He patted him on the shoulder.
He lay down, looked at me, and closed his eyes.
When I reached for his hand, he held it so tightly that he sweated and wouldn't let go.
Was he in pain?
He didn't look like the usual Dale.
I heard his rapid, even breathing.
She stole a glance at Dale's sleeping face.
He was still pale, but that made him even more striking.
I don't have to think about someone sick.
He was beautiful, like an angel.
He was so good-looking that I had to ask the author why he wasn't in the novel as an additional character of stunning beauty or an important supporting character.
How could a face like this not be in the novel, not even in one line?
The world is poorly designed, I'm sure of it.
'This is the kind of man who should have been the protagonist.'
The author has a bad outlook.
'If Dale were the Emperor, I wouldn't have to run away.'
I liked the way his hair fluffed up like a shiny dog's hair.
Dale said it smelled like sweat, but handsome men don't smell like that.
"What?
A scar?"
I stroked Dale's hair, and there was a spot somewhere on his scalp.
I ran my hand over it again, carefully.
Scars on the head are not common, so how do I get them?
We should not interfere in our private life matters.
That was our agreement.
Whatever Dale was in the past, he's the Dale I know now, and if he wanted to tell me, he would.
So I didn't need to ask him.
"sleep well."
I caressed him to sleep, and he fell asleep quickly.
* * *
“…….”
“Hmm”
She rolled over and lay down.
I could hear the birds chirping and felt the weight of my body, which was a wonderful feeling.
“Mmm.”
I didn't bother getting up.
Why is this bed so good anyway?
This was the big bed, not the small bed in my office.
I lay down and thought to myself.
Will Dale be awake then?
“Dale?”
At that time, a hot body hugged me tightly.