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Chapter 11

Julia was walking through the corridors of the hospital one afternoon, heading for the bathroom. That day she had to stay all day at work because one of the girls working with her was sick and there was no one to cover her position. Julia offered to stay instead of her because she would have more chances to see Mort a bit more. The thing was that day she had barely seen him. When she had brought him his meals he was very quiet and he barely talked to her or smiled at her. Julia found this very weird since the last couple of months he had been doing great with his sessions and the doctors praised him for his good behavior. So he obviously had to be happy. But no, today he was very sad.

As she was walking by the room where patients were sitting and doing all sorts of activities, from reading to watching TV, she spotted Mort. He was sitting alone at the far end of the big room and he was writing something. With a small smile she walked in and carefully, as not to bother anyone, came close to his table. He didn't notice her since he was lost in thought and looking at his story. She kneeled to his side and gently pushed his hair away from his face. The action made him look up and as soon as he saw her, his eyes softened and a small sad smile came to his face.

"Hey, sweetie. What are you doing?" she asked him softly, stroking his hair.

"Nothing…just writing. There's nothing else to do here." He said as he looked down at his manuscript.

Julia frowned and gently took his nervous hand and held it between her own. He didn't look at her and he slightly sniffled. Julia's eyes widened when she saw that he was in the verge of crying.

"Okay. Up you go! Come with me. We can't talk here." She said dragging him with gentle but firm hands out of his chair. Without a word he obeyed and they started walking out of the room. Gladly nobody noticed them leaving since everyone was preoccupied. She looked around the corridor and as soon as she saw that the area was clear she pulled him with her towards the bathroom. With quick steps they arrived there and Julia closed the door behind her. Mort stood there with his head down and his eyes were glistening with unshed tears. She turned around and watched him for a minute before gently taking his hand again. She led him into one of the small toilets and closed the door so that no one would see them together. As soon as the door was closed she turned her focus on him.

"Now…tell me what's wrong?" she asked him softly coming closer to him.

"Nothing." He whispered not looking at her.

"Mort! Don't tell me that nothing is wrong! I can see you and from what I can see you are sad." She said firmly.

When he didn't respond to her question she cupped his cheek and turned his head towards her. She leaned close to him and lightly kissed his lips while his eyes widened at her action. He kissed her back and a single tear fell from his eye and down to his cheek. She gently wiped it away with her thump and looked at him again.

"Tell me. Don't you trust me?" she whispered.

He nodded his head and sniffled again before speaking in a barely audible voice.

"It's just…today is my…birthday…and I'm still in this place…" he admitted looking away from her eyes.

"Oh Mort…" she said softly, stroking his cheek with her fingers.

"They all said that I'm better but no one tells me when I can go home!" he said, angrily wiping his tears away.

"Mort…I'm sure that you will leave soon…" she said trying to comfort him.

"When!?" he asked her his voice rising in volume.

"Please don't shout Mort…" she whispered as she put her fingers over his lips in order to shush him.

"I have done everything they said to me! I have taken the damn medication, I go to the bloody sessions and I've never been in trouble here! All they tell me is that I'll be okay soon! Well soon is not good enough for me!" he said loudly slapping her hand away from his mouth and running a hand through his hair with a heavy sigh.

"Shh, please don't talk so loud. We'll be both in trouble!" she said pleadingly to him.

"I don't care! I just don't care anymore! I can't even be with you like I want to!" he said to her while looking into her eyes.

"But I'm right here…" she said confused, putting a hand to his arm.

"No! I don't want us to be together like this! I want to be free to be with you whenever I want, I want to kiss you wherever I want and I want to spend my time with you!" he said forcefully as he came closer to her and backed her to the wall of the small room.

"Mort…" she said as he hugged her close and buried his face in her neck, inhaling her sweet aroma.

"I just…I need to be close to you…I wanted to spend my birthday with you. I want to spend my entire life with you." He whispered desperately to her as he started placing kisses to her neck making her eyes flutter close. She put her arms around him and hugged him close as one of her hands found its way into his soft hair. She giggled when his facial hair tickled the soft skin of her neck and he smiled when he heard her.

"Ticklish are we?" he said teasingly as he purposively repeated the action making her laugh again.

He moved back and looked at her before his eyes turned sad once again.

"Please don't be sad…" she said softly, brushing her lips against his own again. Eagerly he pressed his lips firmly against hers and he moaned deep in his throat when her hands moved under his white shirt to caress his back gently. The warmth of her hands made him shudder in her arms as his own hands moved to her hips and pressed her closer to his body. He deepened the kiss and she willingly opened her mouth to his curious tongue, trembling under his touch. With a growl he pushed her forcefully against the wall and picked her up from her legs. He settled his body against her open legs and deliberately grinded his pelvis softly against her lower body, making her gasp. He grinned against her open mouth and repeated the action harder this time, making her gasp to turn into a soft moan. He moved his warm hands under her skirt and caressed her legs as he continued his grinding motions with his body. They broke the kiss for air and looked at each other smiling.

"Julie…please…" he whispered before leaning in for another kiss. His voice snapped her out of her blissful reverie and she gently placed her hand to his mouth.

"Not here, Mort." She whispered, kissing his neck lovingly as she pushed his hair behind his ear. He closed his eyes and nodded while his fingers continued stroking her legs.

"I've never…done…this before…so I don't want it to be in a toilet." She said blushing when his eyes widened in shock of what she just said.

"You mean you never…that you are…?" he managed to choke out.

"Yes…I've never had a …boyfriend before…so…Does it bother you?" she asked him panicking.

"What?! No, of course not sweetheart! I'm honored then…" he said with a smile kissing her forehead gently before releasing her. She smiled at him before kissing him once last time. Then she leaned close to his ear and kissed it too.

"Happy birthday! I love you." She whispered and her hot breath sent shivers down his spine.

"I love you too, honey." he said as he stroked her cheek. With one final smile at her he exited the small room and walked away from the bathroom carefully, leaving a smiling Julia behind him.

End of chapter 11

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