"Nnngh...." I opened my eyes, the door to the balcony was open. The moonlight hit the pale figure who was smoking a cigarette. Doka? What time is it? He's already back from the hospital... My feet were unsteady, my face felt hot. My breath felt hot. I don't feel good. "Doka...?" I stumbled outside. "Hm?" He looked at me. He didn't have a shirt on, his body was built well. "Are you okay?" He burnt his cigarette out in the ash tray next to him.
"W-What...? I'm fine." My legs were trembling. "Your face is all red. Are you sick?" He sighed and touched my cheek. What's he doing...? "You have a fever." He walked me back inside. "Huh? No...I'm fine. I don't have a fever." He looked me up and down and smirked. "Your legs are trembling. Your feet are unsteady. Your face is red. I can see sweat on your forehead....Aand many other things." He put his hand to my forehead while saying all that. "Lay down." He pushed me down on the couch. "B-But!" He put a finger to my lip. "I'm a doctor. I know what I'm doing." He walked to the kitchen and dampened a rag. "I'm putting this on your forhead." He gently placed it on forehead.
His hands are warm...I can smell the cigarettes... "Ngh..." His finger brushed against my cheek on accident. He looked surprised but regained his calm composure. He walked away back to the kitchen. "Hey...What time is it...?" I mustered enough strength to sit up and lean on the couch arm. "It's 5:00 a.m." He looked back over at me and sighed. "Didn't I tell you to lay down?" He came back over and looked down at me. I laid back down. He's so gentle....He looks so mean...
"H-Hey...Ii really don't feel good..." I curled into a ball to ease the pain. "I know." He walked back over to continue his sentence. "Go to sleep. I'll wake you up soon." He smiled gently and put his hand on my eyes. He really does smell like cigarettes. I closed my eyes to the comfort of his big hand on my face.
I felt someone gently caress my face. "Ten...Wake up." I saw a slloughete of a man.
"Ngh..." I warmed up to his face. "Uncle...?" I opened my eyes and saw Doka in front of me. "I see....I made oatmeal for you." He walked over with a spoon and bowl. He sat down next to me after he sat me up. "Open." He opened my mouth with his finger. "Mmph..." He shoved it gently in. "Urk...It's bitter..." I shoved him away. He looked surprised I didn't know what it was. "It's ginger, lemon and honey. It shouldn't be bitter." He took another scoop of the oatmeal. He used his finger again to open my mouth. He gently shoved it in, but he didn't open my mouth all the way, it leaked out of my mouth.
He brushed his fingers against the edge of my mouth. "You made a mess."
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