Chapter 9

John took one of his pillows, and laid it back against the headboard, right next to him. Uncertain, Benjamin stood up and awkwardly settled onto the bed, on top of the blankets, next to his patient.

“So, where was I?” he stuttered.

“Act two, scene two. Oberon just arrived…”

“Yes, of course, that’s right.” He felt confused. How could he concentrate on Shakespeare with John’s warm body right next to him, so close that his hair was brushing against his shoulder? “Oberon squeezes the flower on Titania’s eyelids and says…” He tried to focus on the words and ignore his heart, which was demanding to be heard, beating faster than ever in his chest.

“What thou seest when thou dost wake, Do it for thy true-love take, Love and languish for his sake: Be it ounce, or cat, or bear, Pard, or boar with bristled hair, In thy eye that shall appear When thou wakest, it is thy dear: Wake when some vile thing is near.” he read.