Doctor Dobson took the other cloth in hand and he said: "Mr. Wooster would you please lift his head a bit?" He made a gesture with his hand and i did as told, the doctor washed out the rest of the hair-oil and blood. I watched Jeeves closely, when doctor Dobson was finished he bandaged it carefully.
"Awfully thanks doctor." I thanked. "I'm glad to know there's a doctor who tends to his patients with such care." I said. Doctor Dobson smiled a little smile and said:
"That's my job, not?" He began but guick added with a sigh: "But Mr. Wooster, are you aware of the fact that Mr. Jeeves probably won't remember much when he wakes?" I nodded slightly my head up and down like guessie watching one of his newts jump on a trampoline. When i realized my mouth looked like an open door i hastly closed it, doctor Dobson didn't need to know what i'd eaten for breakfast, now did he? After a short silence he began talking again. "If you're like all these other gentelmen, Mr. Wooster...well good luck finding another manservant." I gaped at him and thought 'like all these other gentelmen? I'm not like them, i love Jeeves!' And i wanted to say so once, to Jeeves i mean, i know it's dangerous but he will know it even if i would say nothing, he'll figure out.
Doctor Dobson took his leave with a begging Tuppy on his heels like a dog following its master, i sighed a heavy sigh and let myself fall heavily on the settee. The rest of the day i spent ignoring my aunts' calls and tending to Jeeves. When the evening fell and Jeeves hand't opened his eyes yet, i thought i could fetch an improving book or something and read a bit.
I found myself ankeling towards Jeeves' lair and grapped the door knob but pauzing when my hand touched the cold metal. I've never felt this guilty and i never thought i was capable of until now. I opened the door, i stepped in the small room and seated myself untop of the bed. Now let me tell you, this bed was the hardest thing i've ever sit on, even the ground looks more soft than this thing. I shook the thought out of my head but leaved a mental note to buy a new matras, i gazed at the bedside table and saw a book laying with a card-formed bookmark sticking out of a page. I picked up the book and laid the old e. on the title of said b. it read; "Beyond the Rocks by Elinor Glyn" by the sounds of it, it sounded intresting but when i turned the book the next words let my mouth fall open; 'Beyond the Rocks a love story by Elinor Glyn, 1906' Jeeves reads love stories? I never knew that but then a thought occured to me what if he desired for someone to love? And what if i'm the one holding him back from doing so? My eyes turned watery by the thought of me making Jeeves unhappy, but then again why should he stay in my employ if he did dream of loving some fillie?
I shook my head clear and stood up, with the b. in my hand i legged it back to the master bedroom. Jeeves' lifeless body lay still under the duvet and i placed myself in my favorite chair in a corner of the room, i opened the book and the card-formed bookmarker is indeed a card, one i'd sent him when i was on vacation with a few friends like Bingo Little and Oofy Prossor. I wrote:
'Jeeves,
we made it saftly in Glenshee and i look forward to get back already, Jeeves. I confess i don't like the snow very much. When i'd set my foot on the snow i lay face down in it! I hope i'm getting whole back. Now, i must go Jeeves, i've not enough space on this card, but still i hope you like it. Miss you!
Sweets Bertie.'
I hoped the 'Miss you' didn't sound wrong but i really missed him when i wrote it and now i feel the same as back then.
I smiled at the card in my hand and lay it elsewere, i darted my eyes on the page and over the sentences. I began to read aloud to my man and of course i hand't any clue as what happened because of the, so many skipped pages i didn't read. I hope he could hear me.
After what felt like hours of reading, i heard a moan. I looked at Jeeves with a start, his eyes fluttered. I took my chair closer to the bed and there they were, those beautiful gray-ish eyes. He viewed me unfocused and blinked a few times, there had a smile appeared upon my map but it faded away when i saw the empty look in my beloved his face, it didn't look like his stuffed frog mask, this was different, he didn't reconize me and i was to blame for it.
"Jeeves?" I said silently, he stared in my eyes and opened his mouth to say something, he didn't know what to say for he closed it again and shook his head while his gaze shifted to the ground. He looked up and said:
"Where am i?" I didn't reconize the tone he asked it and my heart shattered in thousand pieces of sorrow.
"Home. Jeeves, do you know who i am?" I asked with a bit of hope creeping in my voice.
"I dreamed of you." He said suddenly, I frowned in confusion and he nodded. "You did hear me good, Mr …" He looked around as in search for my name but didn't seem to find it for he let out a defeated sigh and gazed at his hands instead. I felt sorry for the chap. But what did he mean by 'I dreamed of you'?
"I'm Mr. Wooster, Bertie Wooster, your employer." I said. "What did you mean exactly by 'dreamed of you'?" I asked my man, he tilted his head and replied.
"I…you…I've seen you before but that was before I woke." Jeeves explained. "You sat in a tub, I was watching you Mr. Wooster." I listened closely, he didn't dream, that's what happened.
"…You came closer but fell?" I continued for him in an asking voice.
"I don't know, it went all black but I heard water and your voice call out 'Jeeves!'." Well he did remember that and it's a start.
