I opened my eyes when i heard a loud thumb and i sat up straight away, there he lay the man i loved with his eyes closed and a crushed soap block beneath his feet. I took a towel that Jeeves had laid out when i was soaking in my warm bath before i heard someone slip. I jumped out of bath and kneeled down and cupped his cheeks in my hand palms. His perfect eyes, now clo -…i say! I did it again! So rude of me to begin mid-story again.

It all began as followed, well it's a short story, really so i shall begin when i came home from the Drones and sort of let myself fall into the perfect arms of my valet, Jeeves. I'd always dreamed of doing so and perhaps he would think it was the alcohol that i'd been drinking, you could smell the drank perfectly in my breath, i think. I'd not been smelling at my own breath, that would be a foolish picture what? "Jeeves!" I cried out when he caught me in his arms. I gazed into his perfect eyes and i saw him looking somewhat different, he looked lovelier from this angle. But his stuffed frog mask appeared back immediately when he noticed i saw something…perhaps it was a sparkle? Jeeves could read me as an open book, even if there were no sentences nor words to be read.

"Sir, I trust your evening went well." Jeeves said, he pulled me up and tried to steady me on my feet. I complied after a few attempts, his careful hands guided me onto the settee and he prepared me a brandy and soda.

When he handed me the glass i inspected the fluid and looked up at Jeeves, he stood near the window with his hands folded behind his back. "Something amiss, sir?" He asked. I gaped at him and my mouth flew a few times open and closed. There came a pair of noises out of my throat and i'm afraid to say that there wasn't going to get anything sensible out very soon. Jeeves must have known as well for he took the glass from my shaky hands and placed it noiselessly on the side table. "Perhaps you want to retire for the night, sir?" Jeeves replied and helped me stand before i had a change to say 'yes, perhaps' or 'right ho!' or something in that order.

We ankeled to the master bedroom, well that's what i tried at least, i stumbled over the table and knocked the b. and s. over in my progress. I have to admit that the table stood there much longer than my clumsy feet did. "Sorry." I mumbled in apology to the side table i tripled over, i frowned when i got no response "Tsha! I'd always taken care of you…alright perhaps Jeeves did… but now you're about to get mad? Only because i might have hurt you or something?" I yelled at the side table and i felt Jeeves take me by my arm and hailing me up on the vertical again. I eyed the side table and then turned to Jeeves. "The furniture's not what it once was, nowadays." I slurred wile poking against Jeeves' chest with my finger.

"Are you alright, sir?" Jeeves asked ignoring my idiotic complaints, he eyed me with lifted eyebrows. I nodded and we made our way further to my bedchamber. I let myself slip out of the sweet warmth of Jeeves' arms and I fell onto the bed with my jelly legs spread out upon the sheets with my shoes still on.

"Jeeves, Tuppy's in love again." I replied slurring it all out. He'd been in love millions of times you couldn't count it all together. But how many times had he been engaged to my cousin Angela Travers? Who knows? I bet Jeeves can tell you without using his massive brain, you see, he's the rainbow on a rainy summer day. I've been in love myself lately, although one wouldn't call two years 'lately' now would one? But I only realized it lately; the warm feeling inside my chest, the way I feel if I see the eyes of my beloved shine in the sun. I guess you're all wondering who I'm talking about but I also guess some of you already know; it's none other than my faithful valet Jeeves! His lovely face although his , probably made of stone, mask will not slip, I can feel the love return with every sentiment.

I'm not sure of course but still, one dreams. Sometimes if I look into my full length mirror when he thinks I'm looking at something that's not his face, I see him looking at me through the corners of his eyes, on that moment I try my best not to smile at him for he will know he's caught and who knows what excuse he'll use to leave me when he finally sees I know his little secret. But still, I can be wrong. Now, I'm babbling again awfully sorry so I said what I said and Jeeves replied:

"Indeed sir?" He raised an eyebrow and pulled my sheets away so I could sweep under them when I was about to sleep. I was still in my evening suit and I was about to throw my shoe off when I saw Jeeves frowning into one of my drawers. But I was too tired to get into a discussion with the man, I closed my eyes and before I knew the sun was shining brightly upon my face. The warm duvet covering me in an embrace.

"Good morning, sir." Jeeves said. I groaned in response and one of the pick-me-ups from Jeeves would do wonders to the Wooster system now. I buried my face into my pillow and welcomed the silence in the apartment, but over the course a cough sounding like a sheep on a distant hill invaded my peace and quiet mind, though my head felt like it had been thumping against the wall the whole night, it still felt peaceful once buried in the soft pillows and sheets covering my willowy form.

"Jeeves, please. Would you ask the sun to have a bit of a lay down itself?" I asked knowing how stupid I sounded but only realizing it when the words were formed upon my lips.

"If you'll excuse me for saying so sir, but I do not think the sun would listen to me in any way." Jeeves replied paying along with me. I throw the pillow aside and gazed at Jeeves with squeezed eyes, the sun made my headache even worse. Jeeves was holding one of his tasty drinks and I reached out to grab it, I rounded my fingers 'round the glass and I took a sip. Once again I was greeted with the side effect of it; the chills that come from it.

"Ah…Thank-you Jeeves." I thanked. Now I really longed after a good soak in the water with my sweet yellow friend 'Benjamin'. His big black eyes always stare so sweet at me when I splash into the warm water, I have him from when I was still a lad and Benjamin never did harm, never. He made no schemes that involved the young master looking like a screwball or a loony, no, Benjamin is sweet. But he can't replace my Jeeves though.

"I've taken the opportunity of preparing your bath, sir." Jeeves informed me when he placed a breakfast tray upon my lap when I was seated well enough for his e. and b., it's like the man can read my mind or something, with the bath and all I mean.

"Perfect Jeeves, are you a mind-reader, or something?" I asked Jeeves using my cheery voice.

"No sir, I've practiced many things but mind-reading does not belong to my list, sir." Jeeves explained to me. I chuckled breathy and at my hopefully made with love e. and b. Only then I realized I forgot two things.

"Jeeves? Did you put me into my pyjamas last evening?" I asked after my second bite in the bread.

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry to say you fell asleep during our conversation." Jeeves explained me. I frowned forgetting the second thing I wanted to say, I focused now on the task at hand. What did I say last night? What conversation?

"Conversation Jeeves? About what?" I asked, Jeeves, now in the bathroom, answered with two towels in hand.

"You were about to start telling who Mr. Glossop is in love this time, sir." Jeeves said. I thought harder and then recalled I indeed did fall asleep when I wanted to explain everything and that was the second thing I wanted to say.

"Well, I'll tell you now." I began. Jeeves bowed his head and busied himself with his duty while I laid everything out before him. "Tuppy, saw this girl one day and his totally in love with her, Jeeves. The girl is called Rowena Dobson and they met in a tea shop. Oh, and by the way, Jeeves, Tuppy's about to come by for some good advice in an hour or two" I said viewing the clock.

"Sir, am I to understand that miss Dobson's from polish origin?" Jeeves asked me. I thought about it and yes, perhaps it was possible. I'd not really listened to what Tuppy was saying, but then again, when did I ever listen to anyone else but Jeeves?

"Perhaps Jeeves, It's quite possibly" I confirmed. I placed the tray in Jeeves' hands and I viewed him exit the room with a thoughtful expression upon his face.

I legged it to my nice warm bath and washed me up and down. When I was done doing so I took my little Benjamin and rotated it a few times with my fingers. I felt something slippery between my legs and I reached for it. My soap block had fallen from my grip when I wanted to return it to its place but I kindly forgot it. When I finally took hold of it and tried to put it back in its original place it slipped again out of my grip and fell to the floor. I sighed an annoyed sigh and looked at Benjamin as to asked what I should do. I lifted my shoulders up and just closed my eyes and lean back in contentment.

A few minutes later I opened my eyes when i heard a loud thumb and i sat up straight away, there he lay the man i loved with his eyes closed and a crushed soap block beneath his feet. I took a towel that Jeeves had laid out when i was soaking in my warm bath before i heard someone slip. I jumped out of bath and kneeled down and cupped his cheeks in my hand palms. His perfect eyes, now closed. "Jeeves!" I cried out. He didn't response and it worried me deeply. "Jeeves, please. Open your eyes for me!" I demanded. I saw him breathing and thank God, i would have no single idea at what to do if he didn't breathe anymore. I saw blood leaking out of a gash wound upon his head, what can one do in such a situation? Just then i was saved by the bell of the front door and i hasted to answer it and i hoped it was Tuppy, he could help me with Jeeves. But wait! I haven't got any clothes on! I took my dark brown dressing gown and put it on, i answered the door and i sighed when i saw Tuppy on the other side.

"Do come in Tuppy…I've a dashed awful problem now at hand, would you care to call a doctor in any way?" I asked all in one breath, i gasped for breath while Tuppy frowned at me in confusion.

"Who's sick?" Tuppy asked me. I clasped my hands together and shouted:

"Please, not now. I'll explain later now call a doctor and say he has to be quick! It's a matter of life and dead! Someone's bleeding to death!" I snapped.

"Good Lord, Bertie! I didn't know you were an actor." Tuppy said applauding. My mouth flew open and i took the receiver myself.

"Now Tuppy, go to the bathroom and try to stop the bleeding." I said sternly, he frowned once again and walked over to the bathroom while i waited for someone to pick up. "Come now." I said silently.

"Good Lord, Bertie! What happened?" I heard Tuppy yell from the bathroom and i myself cursed when i got no answer from the other side of the telephone. I thought you could always fetch a doctor immediately when you needed one, well apparently not. "I say, Bertie, I'm not good with blood would you…" Tuppy needn't finish his sentence for i understood what was wrong and i nodded.

"If you can reach a doctor?" I asked handing the receiver to him. I hope i could trust him enough with that.

"I know the best doctor in the whole country, Bertie!" Tuppy exclaimed. I nodded and run back to Jeeves' side, the blood was a beautiful color but still one loved to have it inside one's body accept out of it, not? I kneeled down and took the towel i'd taken when i stepped out of the bath. I pressed it against the wound and even with the pressure Jeeves didn't give any sign of life.

After five minutes of absolute silence i heard Tuppy entering the bathroom. "The doctor will arrive soon, Bertie." Tuppy replied. I nodded and searched the room for more towels.

"I say Tuppy?" I began. "Do you know where Jeeves would keep towels? I'm in need for another." I said looking at the bloodied towel in my hand. He looked around the room but didn't seem to find anything, he ankeled to an armoire and pulled out two towels.

"Will these do?" Tuppy asked, I reached out and he handed me the towels. I throw away the bloodied one and pressed a fresh one on the wound, this had to do it until the doctor came.

"Thank-you Tuppy, i don't know what i had done if i was alone." I said with a heavy smile. There formed a small smile upon his face but it faded away when a pained moan sounded. We both looked to Jeeves and he inhaled deeply, eyes still closed. "Jeeves?" I asked, Jeeves didn't response. Perhaps he tried to regain conscious and was fighting as hard as he could to comply. We watched silently as Jeeves lay there unmoved.

"Shouldn't we remove him from the cold ground, Bertie?" Tuppy asked. I looked at the now red floor and sighed. He was right of course but how would we move him without hurting him even more? I replaced the dark red towel with a beige colored but soon red colored towel. Perhaps it was better if we'd waited for the doctor, he knew at least how to move him the best.

"We should but i don't want to hurt him more, Tuppy old fruit." I said quietly, i hold my head down sadly. The doorbell rang and if i hadn't been sitting already, i'd simply fallen over the lifeless body of my faithful manservant in surprise.

"That would be doctor Dobson." Tuppy shouted excited, i frowned and he leaped for the door. I heard muffled voices from the other room and then heard Tuppy say: "Well, good to see you again. Dobby old chump." I cursed silently, why does it take so long? I heard an annoyed tone when another male voice spoke, i suppose it must be doctor Dobson.

"Did you let me come only for you to ask my daughter's hand in marriage?!" Doctor Dobson exclaimed madly. "You'll not marry my sweet daughter Rowena!" Doctor Dobson said sternly, now i couldn't wait any longer Jeeves was bleeding to death!

"Tuppy, leave the man alone and come here!" I exclaimed, Jeeves' eyes flittered but stilled soon after. I hoped he wasn't regaining conscious just now, it would hurt like the dickens.

"Who was that?" I heard doctor Dobson ask. I sighed and waited until Tuppy said he had to come here.

"OH! Doctor please, forget me for now and help my friend. His valet fell or something, i wasn't here when it happened, but anyway he's bleeding frightfully badly." He explained, i heard them coming closer and i looked hopeful at the door. Please, let he be alright. I thought. The door opened and there he was doctor Dobson, the man wear a white doctors cote and he viewed the mess with his tawny colored eyes. His hair was a dark brown and it curled at the ends, it was not a tall man but neither was he short, he looked quite doctor-ish

"What happened precise, Mr. …?" Doctor Dobson asked cutting himself off by the empty space of my name.

"…Wooster." I said. "I sat in my bath when i heard someone slip, he probably slipped due to the soap block i let fall. It's all my fault. Had i heard him entering then i would have seen he would step on top of the soap. I would have said it slipped out of my grip and he would kindly take it up and lay it back in its place where it used to be." I said sadly inspecting the red fluid on the floor. I was even wearing my dressing gown. Doctor Dobson patted my shoulder and i felt much better. The doctor inspected Jeeves and said we had to move him to a hospital or at least a bed. I will not let them take me my Jeeves away and said he could lay in my bed. My bed was much softer, i think at least, but it was surely much larger and it was the next room. Carefully we lifted Jeeves when the bleeding had stopped and lay him unto the bed.

"I've looked at the wound and it doesn't seem good, Mr. Wooster." Doctor Dobson said. "I'll need to stich it and clean it properly. Do you have something i can use?" Doctor Dobson asked me. I stood there helplessly, i didn't know where Jeeves kept everything.

"I think so." I said exiting the room and leaving Tuppy with the doctor and Jeeves. I ran to the kitchen and looked everywhere to find something that might be of use. After what felt like a few moments I found a pair dishcloths and ran back to the master bedchamber.

"…my daughter doesn't even want you, Mr. Glossop." Doctor Dobson said when i entered to Tuppy.

"But Dobby, she looks at me like she wants to…" Tuppy began only to be cut off by doctor Dobson. Doctor Dobson looked angry and far more annoyed than a horse with flies upon its face while enjoying a nice place in the sun.

"Mr. Glossop! My name's doctor Dobson for you and to finish your sentence…kick you in the ass and sent you half across England, and even over the sea to Belgium or France!" Doctor Dobson snapped, he finally saw me and took the cloths out of my hands. He made it wet in the salle de bain and washed the oil and blood out of Jeeves' hair. When he was done, he throw the cloth onto the ground. Tuppy seemed to fall into silence and just stared dreamingly at the wall. "Mr. Wooster would you mind helping me with the bandages?" Doctor Dobson asked. I walked closer to the bed, i didn't know what he had in mind. The two words 'Wooster' and 'helping' doesn't seem to fit very well, like my aunt Dahlia always says: 'You young blot, stop walking around and do something useful!' That's what my aunt would say now on a moment like this.