Chapter 18

I wondered if it was just me, but I felt like Blake's vomiting had lessened that night. He also seemed to have a decent appetite now. I felt much better after noticing the small details.

I was quite enthusiastic about wiping Blake down. The tips of Blake's ears were turning red, but he still feigned nonchalance. When I noticed that, I was beside myself with glee.

"Nate, I want to go to the bathroom," Blake spoke in a careful tone, but his passionate gaze was quite intimidating.

I would be wiping Blake down later, so I had to see and touch his body either way. I had already helped Blake once, so there wouldn't be any difference if I did it a second time. There was nothing to be shy about!

I let out a huge breath. Lowering my head, I retrieved the urinal from under the bed again.

Hence, I failed to notice the gleeful smile hidden in Blake's eyes.

Of course, I was a little more skilled the second time. I kept telling myself that I didn't mind it, but I just couldn't ignore the heat of the thing in my hand.

When I looked up, I just so happened to meet Blake's gaze. I even caught sight of a hint of pride in his eyes!

Pride? Why? Did he think he was all that just because he couldn't pee? What was there to be proud of?

"Blake! Hurry up!" I was a little irritated. Blake must be doing this on purpose. He dragged it out every time, so if he claimed that he wasn't teasing me on purpose, no one would believe him!

"Ahem! I need to get used to this. Hold on!" A smile twinkled in Blake's eyes, and his slightly upturned mouth betrayed his great mood.

Of course, when I saw Blake's reaction, I wouldn't just sit by and endure the teasing. I was about to retract my hand when the urinal grew heavier.

I was pissed, but I had no way of expressing my suffering. Blake was pushing my limits with great precision, and he seemed to have predicted my reactions perfectly.

Fine! This was just as expected of Blake. Since he was young, he had come up with various ways to mess with me. He would move me to tears for one second, but in the next second, he would just piss me off. Well, if that were the case, I decided to pull out all the stops as well.

I had decided to strip Blake while Walter's family members were still around.

"Blake, I'll go get some hot water from the kitchenette to wipe you with. By the way, I also asked the doctor to prescribe some ointment to help with the itching. I'll apply it after wiping you down."

With that, I rolled my eyes at Blake. Grabbing the flasks I had bought just now, I furiously headed toward the kitchenette.

Blake was slightly stunned when I rolled his eyes at him. Then, he suddenly chuckled, his refreshing and alluring laugh adding to the tenderness in his fox-like eyes.

By the looks of it, he had teased me too much. I had always been the type to keep my thoughts to myself, even as a young boy. I always maintained a reserved and polite appearance layered over a mature and composed demeanor.

But the more I behaved like that, the worse Blake felt for me. With a personality like that, if I didn't know how to express myself, I might just break down from holding it all in. Fortunately, I was still quite strong today.

I was still furious on the inside, so I wholly focused on shaming Blake today. Finally, I returned from the kitchenette. My mother was right. If I held anger in my heart, everything I did would be full of energy. "That jerk had better be prepared for the punishment he deserves!" I thought.

My fierce resolve shocked everyone in the ward. If they hadn't seen me getting water, they might think that I was getting ready for war!

"A relationship that developed from growing up together truly is something special. Look how fond this kid is of him!"

I paused my movements when I heard Walter's teasing. That jerk must have brainwashed them while I wasn't around!

There was no such thing as a fond relationship between us at all. Blake only ever bullied me since I was young, and even after the bullying stopped, I would suffer reprimands from my parents because of him.