[Toru Amuro] Those years when I worked at Poirot

Maybe he was a little delirious because of the fever, but he didn't let go of my hand, allowing me to drag him to the bench against the wall and pin him down.

"Please take good care of your body, Mr. Amuro." I said solemnly, and let go of my hand, "You can go back to rest today, I can take care of things in the store."

He coughed a few times with a bad face. If his skin was not too dark, I should have seen signs of fever.

He is hesitating.The eyes seem to have no clear focus, and I have no doubt that in his eyes, I and the whole Poirot have degenerated into a combination of countless color blocks.

Even so, do you still have to hold on?

"If you continue to persist, you will infect the customers with the virus, and customers will not be able to rest assured to order food when they see you like this." I resorted to my trump card and bet on Poirot's reputation.

Sure enough, a loose look appeared on his face, followed by another burst of coughing.

Every time he coughed, he would frown painfully, as if there was a knife-like pain flowing in his body.

I have a bad feeling.Does he really just have a cold?

He covered his mouth with his hand and squeezed his right belly with the other hand.I stood there bewildered, wanting to do something to ease his pain.

"Okay then," he took two deep breaths, his Adam's apple twitched up and down, "I'll ask the store manager for leave, and then... I'll trouble you."

He looked at me and said weakly, his purple eyes were full of exhaustion.He stood up with difficulty, clenched his teeth, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, as if this action had exhausted his whole body's strength.

"That... are you okay?" I felt something was wrong.

He shook his head, took off his apron and put it on the dining table, and staggered towards the door.

I resisted the urge to step forward to help, and stared at his weak back, feeling very uncomfortable.

I don't know how he plans to go home. I'm afraid he can't drive in this state.Shall I flag down a taxi for him?

Just as I was struggling with my thoughts, Amuro suddenly disappeared from the edge of my field of vision.Looking closely, he fell to the ground, grabbed the door frame, and tried to stand up.

I ran over quickly and pulled him up.

He is no longer a normal fever!

"Let's go to the hospital! You're in a terrible state! I'll call the store manager right away and temporarily suspend business for a while."

I thought he was going to be tough, but he didn't, which worried me even more.This somewhat arrogant man actually acquiesced to my proposal without any resistance, it seems that he is really seriously ill.

I quickly called the store manager. The store manager is a very considerate person. Of course, the most important thing is that he is not short of money at all. He said that he would not open the store today and sent Amuro to the hospital for treatment. I wanted to come and have a look, but I politely declined.

Amuro definitely doesn't want more people to see this state.I understand.

With lightning speed, I unplugged the power, locked the door, and propped one of his arms on my shoulder.

"Don't go to the hospital," he murmured.

"Ah? What are you talking about? What if you don't go to the hospital? Do you want to stand dead on the street?" I was a little annoyed, he didn't take his body seriously, no matter how strong his physique was, he couldn't take it lightly.

Because my father died like this.He was chatting and laughing one second, then lost consciousness the next second, and finally died in the ICU ward.

"I...it's fine. I can't go to the hospital, can you let me rest at your house for a while?" He said angrily.

"And make my house a haunted house?" I was still a little annoyed at his behavior of not going to the hospital, but after thinking about it, because he was an undercover agent, he would definitely not leave his body information at will. Pain and torture again and again.

My heart is soft again.

"Please." He muttered.

This sentence became the last straw that broke my resolve.I compromised.

"Understood, just go to my house, and I will buy you some medicine later."

As soon as he finished speaking, his hand on my shoulder dropped limply, and my shoulder stiffened.

He, he, he shouldn't be... dead, right?

I was covered in cold sweat, and my arms started to tremble, but a slight snoring sound came from my ears out of season.

He actually fell asleep!

The softness in my heart that I had just accumulated was immediately blown away by the wind like cotton wool.

"Hey, wake up, do you want me, a weak woman, to carry you back? Hey!"

He still snores.

I totally resigned myself to my fate.Pedestrians passing by on the street looked at us curiously, which made me extremely embarrassed, and immediately waved and flagged a taxi.

I squeezed out a smiling face and told the uncle driver that my brother drank too much and I wanted to take him home. The uncle smiled without any doubt, with an expression of "I understand, don't explain".

He must be thinking something erotic.These are old and unruly.

After getting out of the car, I tensed my shoulders, put an arm around his waist, and limped towards the door of the apartment.

"Oh, what happened to your boyfriend?" Passing by the management room, Yamazaki poked his head out and asked.

"Too much to drink." I smirked all over my face, "I'll help him go back to rest."

I just took two steps inside when Yamazaki asked suddenly:

"Miss Natsume, I have a pair of handcuffs, do you want them?"

"Handcuffs? Why do I want those things—" I realized something in an instant, and then saw his meaningful and cryptic smile, and my face immediately flushed, "Are you crazy? Be careful, I will report you for sexual harassment!"

Yamazaki scratched his head aggrievedly: "Recently, many people like to play this kind of PLAY. Before, there was a head of household like you who helped him home, and then... you know, they also used candles, which accidentally triggered the fire alarm. , hey, I was too busy that night."

He fell into the memory, I gave him an annoyed look, and walked on.

Speaking of handcuffs, this guy has them.No, the point is wrong, whether he has handcuffs or not has nothing to do with me.

When the elevator finally came down, I breathed a sigh of relief.

After entering the room, I laid him down on my single bed, and while moving my sore shoulders, I pulled the quilt off and covered him.

His forehead was still very hot, so I decided to go downstairs to buy some antipyretics.If it burns like this in the morning, it must not erupt like a volcano at night.I don't want my home to be the scene of his death.

What's more, when he was asleep, there was still a deep pain locked between his brows, which made my heart ache.

I boiled water on the induction cooker, mixed it with cold water to adjust the temperature, moistened the towel, and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead and neck.

He just fell asleep in front of my eyes so defenseless, it made me feel like I was dreaming.Obviously they were still fighting each other yesterday.

I dug out a thermometer from the drawer and stuffed it into his mouth. After 3 minutes, the temperature on the thermometer gave me the urge to call an ambulance.

40 and a half degrees.

calm down.I warned myself, then ran out in a hurry to buy a bagful of antipyretics, and brought back a bottle of Laobaigan along the way.

He is now in a deep sleep, with his head tilted sideways, his forehead and one cheek are hidden under the sweaty hair, his lips are slightly parted, and the sound of his thin breathing slowly escapes, as if he is in a psychedelic dream.

I didn't know how to feed him the medicine, so I had to put a cooling patch on his forehead first, and rub white wine on his neck and palms.

But the next step seems to be a bit difficult to carry out.

Generally speaking, physical cooling also requires rubbing alcohol on the chest, armpits and limbs. These parts... I seem to be a bit difficult to do.

But you can't just leave it alone.After thinking rationally for a while, I decided to take off his shirt.

A big man would definitely not care about his upper body being seen naked. Thinking of those men around me who rolled their shirts to their chests in summer and proudly exposed their beer bellies, I immediately felt relieved.

He is wearing an off-white long-sleeved shirt today, the first opening on the chest has been broken, I carefully unbuttoned the other buttons, and then, amidst the surge of nosebleeds, I took off his shirt.

I was a little afraid to look directly at his graceful body, but my eyes were honestly attracted.

My eyes flicked across his long and slender neck, his chest that rises and falls with breathing but not too inflated, the tightly arranged abdominal muscles, the edge of his underwear that is faintly exposed...

I stood up abruptly, wanting to pour myself a cool heart with the basin of water that cooled him down.

What am I thinking!He is a patient with a high fever!

I shook my head vigorously, shaking off the sexy tanned body that was imprinted in my mind just now.I poured some white wine on the hand towel again, and told myself to imagine him as a plastic model, so that I wouldn't have anything to do with it.

However, when the towel touched his chest, I wanted to touch his chest sinfully, but I had already reached out, but luckily I stopped the brake in time, otherwise I would have no face to face him in the future.

I tried my best to rub alcohol on his chest and his tense arms as calmly as possible. His body was extremely hot, and my cheeks were also flushed with heat.

Suddenly, he groaned slightly, and squirmed his body to the inside.

A white thing protruded from the edge of the underwear, which seemed to be a corner of gauze.

gauze?

Just when I was surprised, I saw a faint red bleed out, which was the color of blood, seeping out from the gauze in the underwear.

I hastily and instinctively stretched out my hand, wanting to see what was wrong, and I said that it was impossible for him to be so ill just because of a cold, and there were other problems, besides, he was in pain when he coughed, obviously This wound is involved.

In an emergency, I didn't think much about it at all, I just felt that the bleeding there must be dealt with immediately, otherwise it would be infected...

A hot hand suddenly grabbed my wrist.

"The next step is the private domain, don't poke into it casually."

He opened his eyes and looked at me with a half-smile.

When did this guy wake up!

However, I suddenly realized that I looked like a perverted slut who stuck his hands into the underwear of a handsome guy while he was asleep.

Ahhhhh, I really want to find a crack in the ground and get in!