Did Lowes succeed today? [Comprehensive British and American]

During the war, there was no long sleep, so Rogers was used to falling asleep quickly and staying alert in his sleep.In the first few days after waking up, he couldn't even fall asleep on the soft mattress, he always slept on the ground.

Therefore, when someone approached him, he immediately woke up.

It's just that after waking up, I was a little dazed again.

There was only the doctor in the room besides him.

Who would sneak up to him in the middle of the night?

The arm was pulled up, and then a cool body got into his arms.

"Don't talk." The doctor's muffled voice sounded, "Sleep."

Rogers grinned.He retracted his arms and hugged the person to himself, obediently without saying a word.

The one who ordered me to sleep on the sofa is the doctor, and the one who climbs on the sofa in the middle of the night is also the doctor.

After pulling the blanket and covering it, Rogers felt that his decision not to pursue this matter was very smart, but in the early morning of the next day, he felt that the person in his arms was hot, and he regretted it.

Although it was soaked in warm water, it was delicious and good to eat, but the doctor who stayed in the cemetery all day still developed a fever the next day.

Sure enough, he shouldn't have half trust in the physique of a doctor who weighs only half of himself and whose refrigerator is full of wine.

He wrapped him tightly in a blanket, hugged him and stuffed him into the quilt, "Doctor, do you have a thermometer at home?"

Ess, who hadn't woken up yet, was a little annoyed by his disturbance, and complained feebly with his eyes closed, "What are you doing?"

"You have a fever." Rogers touched his forehead, "Don't you feel it?"

Erce frowned, belatedly realizing that he was really uncomfortable.

Rogers touched his unhealthy flushed face, "Go to the hospital?"

"No need." Erce struggled to get his hands out of the quilt that wrapped him, trying to get up, but was pushed back, "I am a doctor. The hospital may not be better than me."

"Doctors don't heal themselves!"

"It's just a common cold. Fever is just the body's response to the cold virus." Erce twisted a few times, but didn't move.

"..." Rogers was silent for a while, out of time, he felt that the doctor who was fluttering and reasoning was a bit cute.

"There are fever-reducing patches in the medicine box." Realizing that he couldn't get up anyway, Erce rolled face down, stretched his limbs, and gave up resistance.

Rogers...is really kind of cute.

"Fever-reducing stickers will be enough?" Rogers doubted.Whenever he got sick before, piles of medicines were poured down.I haven't been sick since.

"I'm not you." Erce muttered with his face buried in the pillow.

Rogers paused.

"I can take as little medicine as I can." Erce tried to turn himself over, his eyes half-opened due to fatigue, "Excessive intake of medicine will burden my body instead."

Rogers thought he just fainted from the fever just now, and said nonsense, "Then I'll get it for you. Do you want anything else?"

"Water, preferably boiled water." Erce rolled up the quilt.

Rogers boiled the water, then turned back to get the fever-reducing patch for Erce to stick on his forehead.He closed his eyes, but he didn't fall asleep, his breathing was rapid, and his eyeballs were rolling around, which was uncomfortable.

Rogers covered the corner of the quilt, regretting why he didn't hug him to bed last night.It must be that the temperature in the living room was low, and he only covered himself with a blanket, but he didn't know that the doctor couldn't stand the cold.

"I'm sorry." Rogers whispered, blaming himself.

Erce heard it, and wanted to open his eyes to say something, but his eyelids couldn't be opened with a heavy weight.

Rogers was anxious, distressed, and blamed himself.Just sitting on the sidelines and watching, really exhausting, wanting to do something.

It would be best to take it on his behalf.

The water boiled and made a whining sound, and Rogers got up to pour the water.The boiling water was poured into the cup and it was very hot. He took a basin of cold water and put the cup in it to cool down.

The temperature was almost up, and he turned back with the cup in his hand.

"Doctor—" Lowering his voice, Rogers called out tentatively, "Do you want some water?"

"Yeah." Erce stood up.Rogers sat cross-legged behind him and used him as a cushion, "Slow down."

Erce drank half a glass of water little by little, hanging on Rogers' shoulders like a boneless body, half asleep.

Rogers touched his arm, not sweating.He put down the cup and dragged the quilt up to wrap around the person on his body.

"Sorry." Erce whispered.

"What are you sorry for?" Rogers frowned, smothering him into his arms.

"I was supposed to go out on a date." Erce said slowly.

Rogers looked down at him, and hugged him tighter for a while, "Doctor, why are you so good, huh?"

"We will have more time to go out on dates." Although I am looking forward to the schedule that the doctor said, but nothing can compare to his good, "You will not want to accommodate me like this in the future."

Erce fell asleep.

Rogers hugged the person and looked at the time. It was not yet five o'clock.After hugging for more than an hour, the doctor began to struggle, and Rogers felt some tide on his body.

The quilt was covered tighter, and Rogers used the remote control to adjust the room temperature higher.He himself was already drenched in sweat.

I hope the doctor won't think he smells bad later, Rogers pressed the quilt and sighed.

Sweat covered his entire body, and Erth's expression became calmer.

Glancing at the time, Rogers hesitated for a moment, and gently put the man flat on the bed.I still need to eat something, otherwise I won't be able to hold on.

Creme brulee is ready too, whether the doctor wants it or not.

The human flesh cushion left, and Ess arched uncomfortably. He didn't get the temperature everywhere. He pursed his mouth and stuffed himself and his head into the quilt.

Shane is gone, and neither is Steve.

So when Rogers turned back with his food and took him out of the quilt, what he saw was a wilted doctor with red eyes.

Rogers shook his hand and almost turned the bowl over, "Is it hard?"

As soon as he wrapped him up, he was about to carry him outside, "This won't work, you must go to the hospital—"

"No!" Erce struggled.

"You are crying in pain! If you are obedient, just go there." Rogers patted him on the back.

"no!"

"Don't be brave!"

"No!" Erce hid under the quilt.

Rogers didn't dare to use his strength, and couldn't catch the slippery person, "Earth!"

"No." Erce arched to the end of the bed, scraping the quilt out.

Rogers used the quilt to catch the man back, and forced him to kneel down in front of him, like a small hillock, "Is it okay to be obedient?"

"Don't listen." Erce was tied up and resisted, his eyes getting redder and redder.

"Then what do you want to do to be obedient?" Rogers didn't expect the doctor who was in a coma to be so...so cute...

"..." Erce was silent for a while, "I want Dodge."

"What is Dodge?" Rogers asked gently.

"Dodge." Ursu nudged towards the cabinet.

Rogers grabbed the quilt to prevent him from 'breaking out', stretched his arms to open the cabinet, and saw a big doll dog inside.He stuffed the dog under the quilt, "This?"

Erce hugged the puppet tightly and ignored him.

Rogers coaxed a child, "Now, shall we go to the hospital with Dodge?"

Erth slammed the doll in his face abruptly.

Unexpectedly, there was a steel skeleton in the soft doll, and he didn't hide. As a result, the bridge of his nose was sore. Rogers squeezed out two tears, hissed, and pushed the doll away, "What is this?"

He squeezed the doll, "Why are there bones in it??"

"Dodge's gone." Erce looked at him.

Rogers holds the doll, you threw it away yourself...

"Dodge is gone." Erce repeated, his eyes blank.

Rogers stuffed the doll back, "No, he's here."

Erce squeezed the doll and complained hoarsely, "Liar. He won't talk to me."

Rogers...

He reached out and picked up the doll to cover his face, and made a strange noise in a rough voice, "Doctor... uh, Erce, I'm Dodge. I'm here—"

"Liar, he doesn't talk like that." Erce's eyes were foggy.

Rogers wiped the sweat from his forehead, and danced wildly on the doll's limbs, "Dodge is here, here--look here--"

He is tall and burly, and it's okay to shrink and not move, but when he moves, he is exposed from behind the doll.Erce snorted, "Liar!"

Rogers...

"His name is not Dodge." Erce sniffed.

"Then he, uh, what's my name?" Rogers broke the jar and continued to hide behind the doll, asking in a strange tone.

"His name is Steve Rogers," Urs replied.

Rogers poked his face out from behind the doll, "...Doctor?"

"Why didn't you call me kid?" Erce asked.

"...I thought you wouldn't like me calling you that." Rogers scratched his head, and he blurted it out once, and then he was very careful not to talk nonsense.

Not many men would like to be called by such a perfunctory title.

"Why is it gone?" Erth asked hoarsely.

Seeing the mist in his eyes condense, Rogers rolled down a drop of water, panicking, "No, I'm not missing. I'm right here."

"Liar!" Erce choked, grabbed his collar and cursed viciously.

Rogers stroked his back, "It's my fault. I shouldn't have walked away just now, I'm not going, okay?"

"I don't believe you." Erce let go of his collar, leaned forward, and leaned into his arms.

"..." Rogers opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, so he hugged him even tighter and smiled wryly.

"You leave again," Ess said in a low voice, "it's okay not to let me find you. If I find you, you will have to die by my side."

Rogers hissed, stroking his bony back, "...Okay. Then we'll make a deal."

Erce froze for a moment, Rogers didn't know it, but quietly hugged him, patted him, and comforted him.

After coaxing for an unknown amount of time, Ess softened his body, buried himself in his chest exhaustedly, and fell asleep again.

He stretched it like a string for too long, and as soon as he let go, everything he endured rolled back overwhelmingly.It doesn't matter if you use the topic to play, or if you really burn out and get out of control.

After this time, he didn't ask any more questions about the past, and only looked back.

Erce was ill for a week, with low-grade fever repeatedly, and Rogers waited on him saddle-back.

I dare not sleep at night, and I have to watch closely during the day.He was so anxious to avoid going to the hospital because of Erz's life and death that he actually got angry. In the end of the tug-of-war, he pulled out a bunch of hair, argued hard, and each took a step back, letting a private doctor come to see and treat him.

After the examination, it was really as Erth said, but the body was weak, and it caused many chronic illnesses.It's a good thing to send out this time.

Take the opportunity to rest more, sleep more, don't think too much, relax and take good care of yourself.

Rogers asked the doctor why Erth was so weak afterwards, but did not get any accurate answer.

Erce is very clear.It was probably a question left behind during the period of looking for Gu Yi.It is also because he has been raised well in this life, otherwise he will die when he arrives at the plateau.

It's really good that it has been more than ten days.

"Help me take a bath—" Erce leaned on the side of the bed, looking at the stubbled Rogers.

Maybe body hair is really sparse and thick in some people. He has only a little green stubble on his chin after so many days.But Rogers could barely find his mouth.

"You're just a little more energetic." Rogers put down the spoon and wiped his mouth. "I'll wipe it for you every day, and you can bear it for a few more days."

The doctor's capricious condition really frightened him.

Erce beckoned to him.

Rogers leaned over, and Erce found his mouth from his beard and kissed, "I want to take a bath."

Rogers... "kid, you are cheating."

"Ah."

"Okay, wash." Rogers rubbed his beard on his bare face, pulling him to prevent him from hiding.He was so anxious that he turned around, didn't have time to tidy up his beard, and dared to despise himself.

He said he wanted to take a bath, but he wanted to get rid of his beard.

What if he doesn't know?

I don't know if it's because he has been serving everything these few days, and he should have seen a lot. Even if the doctor doesn't touch an inch, he can only touch the doctor's face while sitting on his lap, grabbing his beard and shaving with a scalpel. In a few days, another pile of meat was lost, and the back appeared even more abrupt, and my heart ached.

"Let's eat five meals in the future—" Rogers pinched his waist, "Each meal can be smaller. You are too thin."

Lowes hummed and continued to cut his beard.

"Why are you so obedient now?" There was always hot water in the bathroom, and the temperature was very high.Rogers looked into his recovered eyes, knowing that the test was indeed over, and relaxed a little.

"Anyway, you are the one who takes care of me." Erce flicked the scalpel.He doesn't shave very much and doesn't have that equipment.

Rogers hugged his waist, smiled, looked at him and said seriously, "kid, you can't scare me like this in the future."

"Understood." Ess touched his clean chin and rubbed it a few times.Obediently let him cut his beard and gave him a kiss as a reward.

Rogers glanced at himself in the thick mirror, touched his chin, "Actually, I think it's more manly to have a beard."

Urs paused and glanced at him.

Rogers... "Scrape, shave, anyway, you shave for me—" He hugged someone and kissed him pitifully.

"Why did you start calling me KID again?" Erth asked slowly as he looked at the person who lifted the quilt and fell asleep next to him after being washed and put on the bed and tucked into the quilt.

Rogers looked at him sideways, "I've always wanted to call it that. It was just at the beginning, I was worried that you would think I was too impolite. But now, I find that doctor... really fits the title."

"I'm naive?" Erce frowned.

"Of course not." Rogers kissed his forehead and turned off the light. "This is my spell, the spell to turn the doctor into my child."

"Who is your child?" Erce twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Is it my kid, and also my lover? You are the most precious." Rogers hugged him tightly in the dark, coaxing him in a low voice, "Sleep."

Erce pushed him, but couldn't get away, so he buried his face in his arms and fell asleep.

It seems to be the past, but Ess also clearly knows that he has finally entered the future.

The author has something to say: Happy Dragon Boat Festival~~~

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