Mr Wooster's illness

I woke up on Sunday morning to the sound of crying from Mr Wooster's room, my heart leapt in my chest and the hair on the back of my neck stood on end. I climbed out of bed and rushed to his room, where Mr Wooster sat hunched over on the edge of his bed, his face screwed up in distaste. I put my hand on his shaking shoulder and knelt so I could get a better look at his face. He was crying, and his shaking hands clutched his stomach indicating the source of his pain.

"Are you ok Sir?" I enquire, and he slowly lifts his head to meet my eyes. His eyes are bloodshot and the tears rolled down his face in thick streams. He shakes his head and leans into me, resting his head against my shoulder. I stiffen slightly as his breath ghosts against my neck; I try not to let my sexual feelings towards him play a part in how I treated him. He was obviously in need of help, almost everything in his body was leaking, he was suffering fevers so his lovely fluffy hair was stuck to his head with sweat and his nose and eyes were running. I wrapped my arms around him and lifted him from his sweat soaked bed and into the drawing room, then ran him his bath. I could hear him sniffling from the room next door as I did so, and when I returned he was falling asleep. He had just about nodded off when he let out one of the loudest sneezes I've ever heard and woke himself up. It was the cutest thing I'd ever seen.

"Mr Wooster, your bath is ready" I said, trying to keep my voice level. He smiled sleepily at me and slowly made his way to my side, barely able to stand. I lifted him into the bath and left the room to call a doctor. When I returned Mr Wooster really was asleep, his chin being gently massaged by the water. Fearing his safety I gently washed him and got him out of the bed and into his newly clean bed. He smiled absent mindedly to show he was happy and snuggled down into the pillows.

I waited half an hour for the doctor, who was not what I expected when he arrived. He was the same age as Mr Wooster and a little dodgy looking in my opinion. He was wearing a pink and orange tie! If Mr Wooster hadn't needed his attention so swiftly I would have sent him packing.

"Good morning" He said, as if he had all the time in the world. I nodded

"Shall I take you to the patient doctor?" I said politely, not really asking much more suggesting.

"Not yet, I'll have a cup of tea first." He replied, too cockily for my taste. I rolled my eyes and nodded, making his tea quickly and, I am ashamed to say so, rather sloppily. He seemed to enjoy it, and eventually he got to seeing to poor Mr Wooster.

"He's sick." He concluded after a long period of examining mr Wooster, whose skin was almost impossible to touch. I nearly blew a fuse.

"With all due respect doctor I already knew that Mr Wooster was ill, can I perhaps enquire how I treat his illness" He stared at me rather blankly for a few minutes, during which time I was seething inwardly, then seemed to snap out of whatever trance he had gotten himself in.

"Ah, yes! Just bed rest and hot foods, it should clear up soon" He replied and left. I followed him out to ensure the door closed behind him. The man then had the cheek to ask for a tip. I shut the door quietly on his outstretched hand and walked back to Mr Wooster who was laughing to himself.

"Sir?"

"You go very posh when you're angry! Actually you're posh anyway Jeeves" He says in between chuckling, clutching his stomach as if laughing caused him pain. I smiled at him and tucked him up in bed "What did the doctor say? Do I have any hope?"

"Yes Sir, you should get better soon with a bit of rest"

"Good thing I don't work then Jeeves!" He winks, and my legs turn to jelly. I nod in response, afraid my voice would not be as level as I would hope. He sits up and looks at me for a moment.

"Sir?"

"You're blushing" He comments, and my face flares even more. "It's cute" He concludes, and I try hard not to giggle like a school girl "Thank you for looking after me Jeeves" He adds, as serious as Mr Wooster could be. I smile

"It's always a pleasure Sir" I said truthfully. Because it was. And is. And always will be.