Race With a Heart
Chapter 112: It’s Him

Chapter 112: It’s Him

"What? I..." Martin felt panic overwhelm him. Could it show more than it should? Does Martin reveal the secret of their relationship with his behavior? "I..."

"You are not the chosen one of his heart?" the woman stopped and looked at him more closely. "Maybe I was wrong and you really are a journalist ..."

"No, but ... Who told you?"

"Steve," she announced. "He didn’t tell me your name, but by looking at you, I guessed the truth. Because I figured her out, right? "

Martin didn’t know how to react. He hasn’t discussed with Steve who they can talk to about their relationship and who they can’t. This woman, if she was Hannah’s mother, might have known a lot about Paxton, but how does she really feel about the fact that Steve is dating a man? Was it not because of such an account that her daughter was hospitalized?

"Okay, don’t answer" the woman withdrew the question. "This is your private matter. Will we come in? "

They were already at the door to Paxton’s room. At this point, Martin began to get very nervous.

"How is he feeling?" he asked fearfully.

" He feels good," she reassured him. "He is still anesthetized, so his mind and reactions are sluggish, but his body should be overcoming the effects already and Steve should be more and more aware. Doctors are now almost sure that everything will be fine. They still have to be careful not to get infected, but otherwise the prognosis is very good. Only..."

"Yes?" Martin asked immediately.

"Don’t be shocked when you see bruises."

Bruises ... Oh, Steve! How bad these people must have wanted to hurt him!

But Steve Paxton wouldn’t have given up without a fight. It was simply impossible! He was a warrior! That’s why bruising is nothing! Every man has them sometimes.

Martin was ready. He boldly opened the door ...

He thought he was prepared to see it, but he was wrong. He was not ready to see that beautiful face plastered over and covered in dark, formidable colors. He was not prepared to see the man he loves plugged into an IV tube and a machine beeping softly, three thin colored lines moving across the screen. He wasn’t prepared to see Steve so weak, beaten, and defenseless.

First came the shock. The second was fear. The third was rage.

Martin clenched his fists.

One of these fists was covered by the warm hands of the woman standing next to it.

"I know how you feel," she said softly, "but you don’t have to worry. It just looks so bad. Steve has two broken ribs, but luckily no fracture. As soon as the knife wound heals, everything will be as it used to be. "

The woman’s warm hand really cheered Martin. The boy walked slowly to the bed and sat down heavily on one of the stools next to it. Now it was he who took Paxton’s hand in his hands.

Steve was sleeping soundly. There was no sign of pain on his face. Martin suspected he had been given strong painkillers. The boy looked at the drip as it slowly delivered some substances straight into Paxton’s vein. He looked down at the blood pressure gauge twisted around his arm and at the monitor where the lines moved in a steady and steady rhythm. All of this confirmed Hannah’s mother’s words that the driver’s condition was good. By sitting next to him and holding his hand, Martin regained his composure.

But his heart continued to bleed. To see a loved one in such a state was a real torment. If he could, Martin would swap places with Steve. He’d take all those bruises, all the broken bones and that horrible knife wound. He would take it upon himself so that only his dear Steve would not have to suffer. It was so unfair that one man faced so many misfortunes.

"Just don’t cry here," he suddenly heard the soft command from Paxton’s mouth. "I’m not dying."

"Steve!"

"I’m awake," he replied weakly. "I’m just tired."

"It’s the effects of anesthesia," Hannah’s mother said.

"Good stuff," Paxton noted quietly.

Martin smiled and wiped a tear that had appeared on his cheek. Steve was weak, but he didn’t seem to be suffering.

"Does anything hurt you?" the boy asked to be sure.

"No." Paxton slowly opened his eyes and smiled at Martin’s face. "I scared you. I am sorry. You are so pale ... "

"Idiot! You’re the one in the hospital! Worry about yourself!"

"But I’m worried about you. You have to take care of yourself. I feel great. They could give me this stuff until the end of the world. Mrs. Robson" Steve turned to the old woman. "Can I ask you for a favor?"

"Of course."

"Make sure he doesn’t worry unnecessarily. Because you know, it’s him, Martin. "

Even though Paxton didn’t specify, the woman gave him a knowing smile.

"I guessed it myself. Don’t worry, Steve. A good choice. Congratulations. "

At this point, Martin felt extremely awkward, and it was going to get worse, because now Paxton turned to him.

"And you should be at work now," the driver noted. "Right?"

"How can I be at work when you ..."

"When am I what? Maybe it looks romantic and beautiful in movies and books, but you are not the hero of a sweet romance. In real life, the world doesn’t stop moving just because someone is hospitalized. You’re not gonna be sitting here all day. "

"But I could ..."

Mrs. Robson said something vaguely about her thirst and tactfully left them alone.

Martin felt his eyes wet again.

"Don’t cry," Steve ordered again. He lifted his hand heavily, and this time it was he who wiped a tear from Martin’s cheek.

"But when I think you are suffering so much! If I hadn’t left you then ... "

"Then you would probably be lying on the next bed. Martin, darling, I’m glad you weren’t there then. I thanked God that you were not with me, because I would probably die if this happened to you. "

"So you know how I feel. And you want me to leave ... "

"I’ll tell you the truth, my love, when I see you, I feel like dragging you into that hospital bed and doing very indecent things with you, but I’m afraid my stitches might let go..."

"How can you joke like that ?!" the young mechanic was indignant.

"This is not a joke," Paxton assured. "Martin, you are a guy yourself and you know perfectly well that men always only think about sex."

To demonstrate that he was telling the truth, Steve tugged and pulled Martin towards him. The boy lost his balance and leaned forward almost falling onto the lying man. At the last moment, however, he propped himself up. But Paxton boldly pulled him close with his other hand and pressed his lips into his lips.

Martin was very tempted to kiss him back, but Steve was right in saying that he wasn’t in the shape for that kind of fun right now. So he released himself, and all red with excitement and indignation moved away from Paxton’s bed.

"Are you crazy?!" he exclaimed indignantly. "Your wounds!"

"Yes, I’m crazy, I’m crazy about you!"

"This narcosis and these drugs must be a really strong thing."

"You act harder on me."

"So I guess it really will be better if I leave," Martin threatened, his eyes never leaving Paxton.

He had no idea if the driver was joking or was he really aroused and thinking about sex? Or maybe it was the drugs that spoke through him, obscuring his clarity of vision? Whatever the cause, Martin couldn’t let Steve get too excited in this state of health. After all, this guy had a life-saving operation that night!

There was something appealing about sex on a hospital bed, however, and Martin would not be a man if his imagination had not been triggered. That’s why his cheeks were burning, and he was starting to feel anxiety in his body. How could Steve get him so excited knowing that they can’t go all out?!

In any case, Martin already had proof that the driver was feeling good both physically and mentally. If he felt bad, he would not allow himself to do this.

"Oh no! Stay!" Paxton called and began tinkering with the IV.

"Steve, that’s enough, I’ll go, I’ll go," Martin sighed resignedly. "But can I come back after work?"

Paxton politely returned to his previous position.

"Martin," he said, "you can visit me anytime, but not at the cost of your life. Not at the expense of your work, rest, sleep. I feel so bad about the fact that I worried you so much. "

The young mechanic sighed.

"I understand," he admitted. "If I were in your place, I’d like to spend every moment with you, but I wouldn’t want you to lay down your life for me. It’s not like you will be in this hospital forever. "

"Exactly. On top of that, I’m really doing very well, so take it easy to go to work. And when you look under the hood of this convertible, remember what it witnessed. "

Martin then remembered what he and Steve had been doing in the auto repair shop and blushed even more. His guy was seriously perverted.

But if he could do such a joke, it meant that he really did feel good and Martin could go to work lightly.

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