Chapter 6 (Shocking Revelation)

Aurora POV

It was the next day, and I woke up so early and headed to his room. He was still very asleep, and I am sure he had no idea I was in his room. I may have watched him sleep a bit; I couldn’t control myself; he looked so handsome sleeping. I haven’t seen a man as handsome as he is; I also love how relaxed he looked, not grumpy. Well, after ogling for a few minutes, I got to work. I cleaned his room, the closet, and the restroom, all the while trying not to make any noise, and when he finally woke up, I was done.

“Good morning,” I said, smiling at him brightly. He looked at me, sleep still clear in his eyes, but when he finally registered I was standing in front of him, the sleep cleared immediately. Now I miss how serene he looked when he was asleep.

“What are you doing here?” he asked in a deep voice. My heart jumped at how good his early morning sounded. I don’t mind waking up to this.

“I came to do my chores,” I said. He looked at me, confused.

“What chores?” he asked, and it was my turn to look at him, confused.

“The one you listed in the night,” I said, and he took his phone, checking the time.

“It’s just 8 am. How long have you been here?” he asked, narrowing his eyes. 

“About an hour ago,” I replied, and he looked at me weirdly.

“Help me to the bathroom and prepare what I will wear for today,” he snapped rudely. I brought his wheelchair, ignoring how rude he sounded. I took a deep breath, determined not to fall over. 

“Bring the chair closer while I help myself up, would you?” he snapped, and I nodded my head. I turned the chair, and he held the handles, sitting on it himself. That is actually smarter than me carrying him. I helped him place his legs on the wheelchair, and he wheeled himself to the bathroom without any words. I rolled my eyes at him and went to the closet. I hate to look through his closet and boxers, so I only brought out comfortable sweatpants, and a knitted top. While he took his bath, I arranged his bed. And I did my finishing touches; soon he came out, and my mouth hung open.

“Mr. King,” I exclaimed, looking at him with wide eyes. He looked at me, confused, cleaning his wet hair with the towel.

“What?” he asked, and I gasped, turning away from him.

“You’re naked,” I exclaimed, my back turned against him. I heard him sigh, murmuring some words under his breath.

“Turn around,” he snapped, and I slowly turned around, not looking at him.

“What? Never see a man half naked?” He asked, and I gulped. He isn’t half naked; he is very naked. He kept a towel on his groin; I can literally see his buttcheeks. How shameless!

“Help me with the clothes,” he snapped, and I quickly ran to give him the clothes. By his skin, I could tell he had lotion after bathing. He wore the shirt.

“Where are my boxers?” he asked, and I bit my lips. Why is he so blunt and raw with his words?

“I didn’t check for it; I didn’t want to roam inside your belongings,” I said. 

“Get me my boxers,” he snapped, and I sighed, going to his closet. After checking everything, I finally found his underwear drawer. It was arranged neatly, so I didn’t cringe when taking one. I walked to him and he collected it. I turned around, and I heard him huffing.

“Turn,” he said, and when I turned, he was all dressed. I breathe out, relieved. There was a small knock on the door.

“Come in,” he said, cleaning his hair, and Mary walked in carrying trays. She paused when she saw me with him.

“What are you doing here?” She snapped, and I was so surprised. What’s with the attitude?

“It’s her job to take care of me now,” he said, and Mary looked at the both of us.

“I’m sorry, Mr. King. Mrs. King put me in charge of taking care of all your needs,” she said, and he looked at her, glaring into her soul.

“Are you defying my words?” he asked, and she quickly looked at her feet.

“No, sir,” she said.

“Drop the food and get out,” he snapped, and I was surprised. I thought she was the head maid and had been here for a while. He is speaking to her so rudely. Mary dropped the food on the table, glaring at me before she walked out, and I was just confused by the change in her attitude. What is going on here? He looked at me as I stood there, opening all the food. Too much food for one person.

“Have you eaten?” he asked. I shook my head.

“No,” I replied.

“Good, watch me eat,” he said, and I glared at him. I thought he was going to offer me food; he is so mean. I took my seat in front of him and I just stared at him as he ate. Then my eyes went to his drugs, and I remembered Mary didn’t want me looking at them. I took one of the pills, and he just ignored me. I opened it, and I stared at the white pills in confusion.

      I know a lot about drugs; my grandmother went in and out of the hospital, and all the drugs prescribed to her. I did all my research on them before she took them. I brought it closer to my nose, taking a small sniff. I know this drug so well. The colour is a pale yellow, and the shape is different, and my grandma complained of the smell and taste; this drug is fake. I checked the other drugs, and he just stared at me, annoyed as I looked through all his medications.

“What are you doing?” he snapped. I shook my head, smiling nervously. This is why Mary distracted me when I tried checking the drug, because she knows the content is wrong. They have been feeding him the wrong drug.

“And why do you look so bothered?” he asked. I looked at him. Does he know? Of course, obviously he doesn’t know; if not, he won’t take them.

“I’m sorry to ask, but who prescribed the drugs for you?” I asked. He looked at me weirdly.

“My doctor,” he said, and I nodded my head. Is his doctor aware this is not the drug, or is he the one who gave him this drug? Why are they giving him the wrong medication? Obviously, someone doesn’t want him to heal. But why? I looked at him again, and I can’t help but wonder if he has anyone who wants him to stay paralysed; obviously, his condition isn’t terrible; he is supposed to be walking by now, but he is stuck on the chair because of the wrong medications.

      Telling him is no use; he won’t believe me, anyway. I just have to watch and see what is happening before I can tell him; Until then, I have to find a way to change the drugs without him knowing. Now, how do I go about that?