Twenty Day Stalker (slash - lgbt - mxm)

By Sunday Chris was back to feeling normal again. What ever it was that had caused him to have the migraine was a mystery but Chris was grateful for the medication Dr. Marshal had given him. In fact Chris was so please when he recalled the way Dr. Marshal had taken care of him on Thursday that by Monday morning Chris had again renewed his stalking with a little more vigor.

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Day 5

Towards the end of the film Monty Python and the Holy Grail, the character of King Arthur confuses the number five for the number three. (OMG that was so funny. I love this movie. The Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch. I laugh just thinking about it.)

The five natural senses of sight (I can’t get enough of looking at you), hearing (your voice makes me melt), smell (like the most perfect piece of heaven), taste and touch (what I wouldn’t give to do both)

Chris decided to pull out all the stops. Sure Dr. Marshal was going to now know the notes were from Chris but Chris decide to just go with it. If Dr. Marshal was uncomfortable about it then Chris was sure he wouldn’t say anything. And Chris was fine with that. During work all day Chris enquired after Dr. Marshal often – his excuse was to thank him for taking care of him the previous week but as the day went on Chris was beginning to think that his chances of seeing the doctor were slim.

Chris was busy at the end of the day filing patient records to the document room they were stored in – they had never replaced him after he began working on reception. Somehow Chris had managed to fit filing in as one of his tasks. Much to Marsha’s relief. He was feeling rather flat knowing that he had not been able to see Dr. Marshal at all and again he began to feel a heavy heart forming in his chest.

As Chris climb the small ladder and began filing the records away the door opened and to Chris’ surprise Dr. Marshal walked in.

“There you are. Marsha said you wanted to speak to me and that I would find you here.”

Chris blushed slightly being that they were in the close confines of the records room – as small as the staff lunch room – and very much alone. Chris took a deep breath and smiling said, “Yes, I wanted to thank you for what you did for me last week. I don’t know what was wrong but the medication certainly helped. So thank you.”

“My pleasure.”

My pleasure, oh how Chris so wanted the good doctors pleasure and he blushed again at where his thoughts were going. Dr. Marshal gave him a big smile and Chris had to turn away before he showed too much in his expression for what he was feeling for Dr. Marshal right then. Dr. Marshal then moved much closer to Chris and Chris felt his body suddenly feel like it was on fire. Breath, he told himself, keep breathing.

Because Chris was on the ladder when he turned back to look at Dr. Marshal, he was a few inches above him and with the doctor looking up into Chris’ eyes, it would take Chris little effort to just lean forward and kiss him; but he didn’t. It took him all his will power to just stare at the doctor.

When the doctor spoke next Chris was left a little bewildered and startled at the sound of his voice.

“Three out of five. We’re going to have to work on that.” And then he turned and left.

Three out of five. What did that mean, thought Chris. He stared at the door for a moment before deciding the rest of the filing could wait until another day. He was feeling a little confused and rather flustered at the closeness of Dr. Marshal and home was now a good place to be.

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Day 4

The Fab Four – The Beatles (I love the Beatles, my favourite is ‘Little help with my friends’)

There are four parts to a day : Night (cant sleep without thinking about you) Morning (when I wake each morning it’s with you on my mind) Afternoon (deliriously happy to see you at the end of the day) Evening (so lonely without you)

Wow four more day and it’s all over. :(

Chris slipped out of the lunch room and down to reception. He turned on the lights, started the photocopier and turned both computers on. He liked getting there first in the mornings, he liked the stillness of the waiting room and the darkness of the corridors as he wondered through and turned on lights, opened blinds in the examination rooms and watered the plants.