Chapter 2:Sleeping Beauty

“Listen Garret… I was going…” Ron stammered but before he could finish he was flung across the lawn onto the dried up water fountain crashing it completely. Garret dragged him up by his shoes “What exactly were you planning to do with a dying man in the middle of nowhere instead of calling our family doctor…you planning on going rogue?” asked Garret with a blood shot eyes.

Ron was shocked and scared with his friend's sudden outburst as he dragged his bruised body off the ground.“Calm down dude he is ok just a broken arm and a small cut he’s not in grave danger…” argued Ron wiping the blood off his mouth. “Who are you to decide that are you a doctor?” scoffed Garret as he scooped the bleeding stranger out of the backseat and walked inside the house and up the stairs in one breath.

“I was...” mumbled Ron clenching his teeth “Until you quit being one “finished Garret. “ Call Stevens immediately” instructed Garret on his way upstairs.

Garret carried the man in his arms as if he weighs nothing and tucked the stranger on a large king size bed under the quilt before going to fetch some more from the cupboard. He lit the fireplace a hurried off to arrange some hot water without even bothering to call for Ron knowing well he would be with Ela.

 He didn’t mind Ron's closeness to his sister, what he minds is the fact that he listens to Ela’s every stupid ideas before using his god gifted brains.

‘His blind adoration for Ela magically burns all his genius brain cells’ thought Garret wiping the man’s head, the part that hit the rock before carefully putting clean bandages on it, then placed an ice pack over it. The bleeding seemed to have stopped but he was unsure about internal damage.

Staring at all the blood I his hands Garrets started feeling squeamish, gasping he staggered from the bed to open the window nearby and breath in the cold freezing air. Spots began to appear in front of his eyes and as he shut them close, the familiar nightmare flashed in front of his eyes. A little girl was lying in a pool of blood in front of Garret, his hand drenched in her warm blood and somewhere from far he could hear the sirens go off.

Under normal circumstances Garret would either faint or take off running but that day was different. Is not like blood scares him, but sometimes it just bring back bad memories and sometimes it doesn't. A weak groan dragged him out from his thoughts. The man’s lips were quivering and his face looked stressed, he seemed to be having a nightmare. Garret immediately closed the window reached the bedside and lightly touched his face.

The man leaned into his touch shivering slightly. He was running a high fever, without wasting another moment Garret tore off all his drenched cloths taking great care with his injured left shoulder and wrapped him warmly under the four layers of quilt. Looking at the mud smeared face he submerged ed his handkerchief in tge hot water and proceeded to clean the rest of his face to reveal the face of the alluring beauty.

His lips which were currently a light shade of pink were plum like a soft chewy berry; his face looked like it has been carved into perfection by the best sculptures of Heaven. He clearly resembled a handsome young man ‘Angel’ was the only adjective Garret could think of.

Garret was himself the most fascinating specimen of men in the town, the eyes candy for many hearts of all genders about which he was particularly aware and secretly proud of it. He sometimes took little liberty of his gifted feature in many ways but facing the sleeping beauty in his bed he feels a bit challenged, in a good way. Garret delicately pinched the man’s soft nose, the man unconsciously lean into his touch again.

Garret had the urge to climb under the quilt and embrace the tall muscular beauty in his arms and fight off the nightmare that was plaguing his unconscious mind.

Garret has never lusted over anything, he never had to. Since young age he was showered by money and love of all kind without even trying hard for it. Beautiful admirers willingly throw themselves at him extinguishing their lust for Garret and he being a happy man he is obviously never disappointed anybody’s active advances. He however never experienced the strong pull of lust for anything or anyone up until the point he met with his sleeping beauty on his bed.

Garret smiled softly looking at the beautiful man with adoration, then brushinf off his wet locks he frowned. Swiftly peaving the bed he began rummaging around the cupboard for a while when his cell phone chime abruptly disturbing the quiet night. Garret immediately jumped and looked over at the seeping man checking he woke up then quickly received the call.

“I am on my way will be there in five minutes… how is the patient?” asked Stevens impatiently. “He is stable …he’s still b...unconscious his shoulder is badly bruised” whispered Garret calmly. Stevens was quite for half a minute then with a quick“Ok” and hung up. Squatting down in front of the cupboard and whispering into his cell phone Garret felt a bit embarrassed after hanging up .  ‘What the hell? Could have just stepped out of the room… how Silly of me’ thought Garret shaking his head.

Smiling like a schoolboy he went and sat on the bed and plugged in the hair drier then he carefully began blow-drying the man’s wet hair, tilting his head carefully side to side taking extra precaution for the head injury. His eyes became soft as he lightly touched over the bandage. " i am so sorry this love happened to you... i promise ill take your responsibility" Garret assured the stramger.After he was done drying his jet black haor he sat on the couch near the window and stared at the beauty in total bliss.

He closed his eyes and listened to the strong heartbeat of the man as if it's a lullaby. “The most peaceful song I ever heard” murmured Garret under his breath smiling like a love struck teenager. When the multiple knocks on the door resonated all around the room.

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