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Third Person POV

For the first time since Newwie had visited him, Kimmon liked the feel of Newwie's arms around him. He savored the warmth of his embrace. He would have wanted for the embrace to go on but there was a knock on the door and Newwie pulled away from him.

It was the nurse who had given him the pain pill an  hour ago.

"Is your headache gone Mr. Varodom?" she asked.

"Not completely," Kimmon replied, "I'm still feeling a dull headache but it's tolerable."

"If it persists I can give you a regular strength pain pill to manage it," the nurse offered.

"Thanks, I will let you know if it does," said Kimmon.

"Let's finish our spaghetti before it gets cold," Newwie suggested.

After dinner, Newwie piled the trays and plates neatly and pushed the bedside table away from Kimmon's bed.

"Are you able to walk to the bathroom or would you like me to bring your toothpaste and toothbrush and plastic basin to you?" Newwie offered.

"I can manage to walk to the bathroom. It's a very short distance. My legs can manage it," Kimmon replied.

Newwie was helping Kimmon out of his bed when there was a short knock and the hospital orderly came to pick up the dinner trays.

"Do you need my help to take you to the bathroom, sir?" the hospital orderly offered Kimmon.

"He doesn't need your help. You can see I'm helping him already." Newwie said curtly.

"Very well, sir," the hospital orderly said, taking the trays with him and leaving the room.

"I think the orderly likes you," Newwie said as he held Kimmon's waist and helped him get to the bathroom.

"Don't be silly,"said Kimmon.

"He does. I can tell," Newwie insisted, "I have an excellent radar when it comes to detecting people's attraction to another."

"I said don't be silly," Kimmon insisted as well.

"Is he the one who brings your tray for every meal?" Newwie wanted to know.

"He seems to be the one assigned to this floor," Kimmon replied.

"Shit," Newwie muttered under his breath.

Kimmon laughed out loud. For the very first time since his hospital confinement he had experienced laughter.

Newwie didn't look happy though as he applied toothpaste on Kimmon's toothbrush and handed it to him.

After Kimmon brushed his teeth he requested to be alone inside the bathroom so he could do his other rituals in private.

"Just call me when you are ready to go back to bed," said Newwie.

"I will, thanks," Kimmon replied.

Newwie watched some random show on TV while waiting for Kimmon to finish his bathroom rituals.

Newwie wondered what was taking Kimmon so long when a good twenty minutes had passed and he had not yet called for him.

Newwie was about to get up to check on Kimmon when the bathroom door opened and Kimmon stepped out in a white bathrobe, his hair still wet.

"You took a shower???" Newwie asked, totally shocked at what he saw.

"I do this every evening before I sleep," said Kimmon.

"How did you shower on the days that you were too weak?" asked Newwie.

"That hospital orderly helped me," Kimmon replied.

Newwie banged his fist so hard on the bedroom wall and in a few seconds three nurses came running to check what was going on.

"Everything's alright, everything's alright," Newwie assured the nurses.

The nurses did not mind what Newwie was saying. They were waiting for their patient to be the one to assure them that he was alright.

"Mr. Varodom? Sir?" asked one of the nurses.

"I'm alright, thank you," said Kimmon, "my visitor just happened to bump on the bedside table  and accidentally pushed it against the wall."

"Very well, sir," said the nurses.

One of them gave Newwie a suspicious glance before leaving the room.