Mal comes back from work a little after six the following day. He even sent a text, telling me he wouldn't be back on time, which was cool and all until it wasn't. When he enters, as usual he heads straight to the bathroom, but I stop him alone the way, to give him a kiss because I was feeling giddy that he listened to me but he pulls back. He has never done that since this thing started between us and I almost brushed it off, thinking it was because he was feeling squeamish since he was still in his outside clothes but stopped when I spot something on his collar. A dark spot. You wouldn't see it if you don't look at him properly. I walk closer so I can see what's there but he pulls back again and quickly rush to the bathroom. What the fuck?
What the hell was that on is shirt? It looks like blood, which shouldn't be weird because he's a doctor and all that, but doesn't he change to scrubs when he's in the hospital?
I shake my head to clear the thoughts but I just can't seem to let it go. It seems something weird is going on and I'm damn sure I have to find it.
Mal comes out of the bathroom a while later, dress up, before heading downstairs to get something to eat. I wait a bit after he left before getting up to go into the bathroom. I walk straight to our laundry basket and pick up his clothes there. I sort out the blue sleeve he was wearing earlier, quickly checking the collar for what I saw. Yes. It's right there. A spot. I move my finger over it, trying to see if it will come off but it doesn't.
Thinking fast, I go over to the sink and ran the spot over water. After letting it soak a bit, I run my thumb over it and yes… It's blood. Just to be sure, I rip off a piece of tissue, dabbing it at the particular spot, it comes of red.
Shit. Here's my confirmation.
I sigh, feeling like a fool for worrying over something that might be nothing. It might have come of from one of his patient. It's nothing.
But I just can't seem to get over the fact that there's something not right about it.
Maybe I could ask him. No no. That won't do, he might feel as if I was questioning his every move. I could ask about his patients today though, see what his reply is.
I go downstairs and I find him sitting on the dinning table, eating and scrolling through his phone. I sit down opposite him with my leg on one of the seats.
"that's not a proper way to sit down." He scolds.
I roll my eyes. "I can sit however I want." I grumble. His gaze snaps to me and I'm overcome with how surreal he looks. God really did take his time in creating him. Fucking perfection, this man here. He raises a brow. "oh really?" he rumbles.
He places the fork down and I realize he's finished eating.
"Yes really." I say, goading him. "There's nothing you can do about it" he chuckles darkly and thrill travels down my spine.
"Do you know what I do to brats?" he stands up and walks towards me. "I put them over my knee and spank them till there ass is so tender and swollen." He's at my front now. His fingers tilt my jaw up to look at him. "it would take days before they can sit properly without wincing." He murmurs.
I gasp and the idea he just planted in my head. If I was any fairer my cheeks would be fucking red from how warm those words make me feel.
He tilts his head to the side. "I bet you'll like that won't you? You'll probably enjoy it too, huh?" He smirks and I roll my eyes.
"talking as if I would let you." I argue while trying to work down the building arousal I'm feeling.
He pulls away while laughing. "What ever you say T." he takes his place and walks over to the kitchen to put it in the sink.
Shit. I've strayed away from what brought me here. "so how was work today?"
He shrugs. "Fine I guess."
I stand up and go over to him. "you guess? Did something bad happen? Did someone die?"
He sighs. "no not really. I didn't do any surgery today, just talked to some patients and their families." He rinsed his hand after washing his plate and the ones in the sink. "one of the patients I operated on a while back is having a slow recovery and her family are having a hard time dealing with it." He wipes his hand off on the sink towel. "I had to reassure them over and over again that their mother will pull through."
Oh okay. No surgeries today. No even treating of ordinary patients. Just consultations. So why is there a blood on his collar?
He nudges me with his elbow. "hey, are you there?"
"what?" I ask confused.
He roll his eyes. "You kind of zoned out a bit. Oh. He's waiting for me to answer. "Yeah that's sounds terrible" I say half heartedly.
He looks at me a bit before pulling me in. "What's wrong?"
"nothing. I'm just thinking about something." I say, moving in to kiss him.
The doorbell rings, pulling us of our little mushy moment. Mal goes to answer the door while I go sit in the living room.
"Sup bro, how are you doing?" Gabe rounds the couch to sit beside me.
"Doing better." I say before stretching my hand out for a fist bump. "How's work? We're you able to conclude the project?"
He rolls his eyes. "as if." He groans. "its taking more time than I initially assumed."
I pat his shoulder sympathetically. "take heart bro. Put in more effort and you'll be done in no time."
Mal walks in and sits on the couch beside ours. I look at Gabe and his eyes are directed at Mal with slight malice on his face.
The silence makes Mal to look up he sees Gabe glaring at him. "control your dog."
I groan. Gabe's scowl deepens as stands up. "Who the fuck are you calling a dog?" fury paints his face as he looks ready to fight.
I quickly pull him down because I know that is clearly a suicide mission.
I turn to malm "not nice." He scoffs and goes off into our bedroom.
I turn back to Gabe. "I'm sorry for what he said."
"you're even apologizing for him now." He grumbles and I laugh.
"I guess."
He sighs before resting back on the couch. "I don't know what's happening between you two, but even I can admit it's good for you." It looks like it pains him to say.
I pat his shoulder. "You're a good friend Gabe."
He shrugs. "What can I do?"
I laugh.
Before Mal leaves for work the next day, I had already made the decision to trace him. I'm curious to see where he goes to after work that leaves blood on him when he comes back. I want to know where he goes to and what dangerous thing he's trying to involve himself with. Yeah, it's a breach of privacy but I don't care. I'm worried for him. I want to make sure he's safe.
I wait till it's almost time for him to leave work before I drive to the hospital. And hour later, he comes out of the building and goes over to his car, gets in, starts the car and drives off with me following closely behind him.