Chapter 8 - Out of the Blue

Freshly showered, I came out of the bathroom and sat on the couch. 

"You can rest now, Captain Smith," he told me with a cool voice. 

"Mr. President, my room is not equipped like the hospital. There's no button that you could press whenever you need something," I answered him which made him look at me with surprise. 

"The guards are just outside and standing guard at the door and I can easily call them if I need something," he replied, implying that there's no need for me to stay. 

I shook my head to deny him. "I'm sorry, Mr. President for not obeying this time. I have to make sure you don't run a fever tonight." 

Frowning, he said, "Are you sure, it's just okay with you?" 

"Don't worry, Mr. President. I'm used to it," I answered with a light chuckle. 

He probably forgot that I was a doctor. 

He was about to lie down and I heard him whimper. 

I rushed toward the bed. "Careful, Mr. President."

I helped him lay down on the bed. 

The grimace of pain on his face was still there after he laid down on the bed. 

"Mr. President, your wound is still fresh and you should be careful when moving," I lifted his hospital gown to see if his wound was bleeding. 

I caught the shock on his face when I lifted his hospital gown. 

But brushed it off as I have to check his injury. 

"Good thing it didn't bleed," I pulled down his hospital gown right after making sure his injury didn't bleed. 

I continued to speak when he was silent. 

"Please, have patience, Mr. President. I promise to make it possible for you to be able to move freely in three days and be back to the capital in under two weeks." 

He didn't say a word and just closed his eyes. 

"Good night, Mr. President," I said and switched off the lights only leaving the wall lamp beside the coach but made it dim. 

I took my McBook and opened my e-mail. 

General Rossini had e - mailed me the president's medical history so I could plan his diet. 

The president is in pretty good shape. He rarely got sick. 

Making a diet plan for his fast recovery wouldn't be that hard. 

Planning the president's diet took me three hours. 

By the time I finished planning, my neck and back were a little stiff, so I rubbed my neck and stood to stretch my stiff back. 

Quitely, I approached the bed and checked his temperature. 

Having a fever would mean that his injury got infected, I heaved a sigh of relief when his temperature indicated that he has no fever. 

Taking care of the head of state isn't something I could take lightly. 

Even when tending to an ordinary person I had always been conscientious. 

Andrei's POV

Sleep evaded me because of her presence in the room. 

As if being bewitched, I stared at her while she busily types on the keyboard. 

The way she arched her brows whenever she stopped and thought for a while before typing again fascinated me. 

She rubbed her neck and stretched. She put her arms upward and her top went up almost to her mid torso. 

Her waist was so small and the curve of her hips was alluring. 

I didn't notice that she was wearing a blouse and a hipster. 

She has a beautiful body 

Incredulity spread across my heart as I found myself staring at the woman for the entire three hours.  

Not even Stella made me this way, even when I was head over heels for her.

I closed my eyes when she headed towards the bed and pretended to be asleep. 

She took my temperature, after which she went back to the couch.

Tara's POV 

All through the night, I went back and forth to the bed and the couch to check on the president's temperature. 

When I laid on the couch, I didn't know when I drifted to sleep. 

Bursting sun rays lit the horizon at the time I opened my eyes. 

Quite energetic, despite my lack of sleep, I approached the president with light footsteps so I wouldn't disturb him.  

I broke into a smile as he hadn't developed a fever. 

I'm not fond of wasting time, so I rushed to the bathroom and had a quick shower before heading to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the president. 

Tiptoeing, I entered the room, but I felt like a thief that was caught red handed when our eyes collided. 

As quick witted as I am, I was able to pull myself together right away and greeted him cheerfully, 

"Good morning, Mr. President." 

"Morning," he answered back, his face and voice devoid of warmth.  

His lack of warmth had not in the least offended me. 

Appreciated or not, I am here to do my duty to the head of state. This is my responsibility as a citizen of Narani. 

I went out to push in the food trolley with his breakfast. 

Expecting that he would be able to eat by himself, I placed the food in front of him and turned to leave. 

"Feed me," his low and cold voice sounded from my back. 

My lips twitched and I smiled faintly before returning to my calm facade.

I turned to him and approached the bed and did as he ordered.  

Knowing that he was a neat freak, after feeding him, I led him to the bathroom and left him there.

For me not to appear like a nagging wife, I refrain from reminding him to be careful with his injury. 

With his intellect, I know he knew what he should do and shouldn't be doing. 

While I was cleaning his upper body, out of the blue he asked me, "Do you have a boyfriend?"