Tainted Lies

8

"Ice cream man?" I say smiling at her ringtone.

"What, I love the song," she said standing up.

"You are a full-time pervert..." I tease "...Work?" I ask.

"Yup. I leave the office for some hours and everything’s all over the place. I’m sorry I couldn’t stay long. Catch you later?" she asks, getting up and adjusting her shirt.

"Of course pervert Phibs, we'll see real soon. Stay safe alright" I say with a sad smile.

Now I have to be alone again. How long does it take a guy to go see a doctor? It's not like I'm about to give birth to his baby... Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. I mentally slap myself… again!

"Why is she blushing?" Phibs asks looking confused.

"Nothing, I wasn't. Aren't you supposed to be leaving or something" I remind her

"Yeah, true," she says moving close to the door after giving me a warm hug. Damn, she smelt like cherries.

"Don't worry, He'll soon 'come' " she says air quoting the come.

"Work needs you, pervert, now leave me," I say laughing as I watch her leave with a smile.

That was a really good time I had with her. After what felt like I had no idea how long, I heard the door open, and good gracious, it was him.

"Thought you were dead," I say with a straight face, trying to hide the fact I was so happy to see him. Go Oly; pretend you’re not trying not to run up to him right now

"Not yet. Can't let you go through the pain of losing me you know" he says with a smirk.

Could he not smile at me like that ever again? Only if he knew what it does to me, he'll be careful next time.

"So what did the doctor say?" I ask looking serious and for some sort of reason a bit scared.

"Oh, well you have a whole pharmacy to take, you need a lot of rest and you'll be leaving next week on Tuesday" he summarizes and drops the bag in his hand.

“Are those entire pills mine?” I ask seeing the drugs in the bag.

“Yup. Fun… I know” he says sarcastically

"What day is it?" I ask, rolling my eyes.

“Wednesday" he replies, taking a couch close opposite me. Didn’t even realize how big and well-furnished this room was and I’ll be here for what? Six days? This should be fun. All I could think of was the work and my return back to work might be my last day, considering my boss will fire me. I should call, but I’m sure the boys had already explained everything to him, so instead of objecting to my one-week stay here, I agree to spend my last few days happy and not overthinking things.

"I'm stuck in the hospital for six days," I say in a loud whisper, just talking to myself and letting it sink in.

"No cupcakes, you're stuck in the hospital with me for six days," he says with a sexy-drop-dead-gorgeous-kill-me-right-now-cause-I'm-turned-on smirk. What happened to my self-control?