FELI'S POV
Day 147
I woke up in Ludwigs room. I mean...i didnt want to! (i did) and it was close to me when i walked out of room 302. So why not? I dreamed about him...His voice, his smile...its what i enjoy.. but i cant. i cant fall in love so quickly, i mean..we dont even know each other yet. Not that much. Maybe..if i just...
I got up to stretch when i awoke from my slumber. I noticed my patient passed out on his bed, holding his journal, the pen almost falling out of his hand. Slowly i took the items out of his hands, placing it on the table. I took a long...long..LONG glance at his sleeping face. It made me smile. Oh ludwig..if only..i had the time. Looking over at the clock, i didnt. I walked out, leaving him there to rest.
Throughout the whole day to night, it was midnight so it was break time. I sat on the chair, eating a gronola bar with fruit, thinking about him again. Again from my dream. Him...touching my body...whispering my name in my ear as he licked over it. Turning my head a little to not think. I sighed, pressing my legs together gently, both shaking up and down. What do i do? Change shifts to ignore him? I know he wouldn't want that...NEITHER DO I. I just...cant...i love him...I got up and walked to his room, not liking to be alone. Knocking twice before entering, i see him sitting there, in his journal again. He looked up at me, smiling a little. "Hello."
"H-hi." I cleared my throat before entering, closing the door. "Did you eat?" He shook his head. Reaching the container of fruit, with the plastic fork sticking out. "Here."
"You sure?" I nodded. He shrugged a bit, taking it. "Danke."
"What?" I said as i sat on the chair. "it means zank you."
"Ohhhh. Ok. No problemo." I smiled, watching him eat some. I then looked away since it got silent.
"So.." He cleared his throat, making me turn my head to him.
"I see ve are...very...close."
"Y-yeah."
"I vant to get to know you better. I-if thats okay vith you i mean." I nodded. "That sounds great. So, what do you want to know?"
"Anything really."
I stood quiet for a moment, thinking this through. "Well...i love pasta, pizza, mostly pasta. I am a good cook, i cook pasta, pizza...a lot of dishes. I also like to paint. and help people...?" I looked at him. "Yeah."
"Interesting...vhat do you normally paint?"
"Anything on my mind or in front of me, honestly."
"Very interesting..." He stared at me, i sensed the interest in his eyes. It made me feel a little uncomftorable, but i got use to the gleam. And so, we continued talking for more than an hour. It was an amazing talk, i must say. We got know a lot about each other. I found out that he's cheif in the police department, he loves to drink beer, and read, and play with his german shepards at home. As we spoke, I was loving him even more than i did. My heart felt so much waves of affection. I looked at him with worry then, his face looked a bit pained. "Are you alright?"
"Ja...ah..my arm..really..hurts..." I moved over to his arm, gently unwrapping the bandages to take a look. It was black blue and purple, but mostly yellow since it was beginning to heal. "Oh.." I sighed in relief. "You have a lot of bruises." I looked at him, deep into his eyes- his soul, smiling. "You'll be okay." I said as i looked at his arm to wrap it up again. Once i was done, i looked back at him again. "There we go..."
"A-ah...right..dan..ke..." We both moved closer. My face was slowly heating from blushing, and from his personal heat. Not too long, our lips gently clashed into eachother, not pulling back for a while.