Saved by the Billionaire

Chapter Four

"Look what I brought you, Emmy," Amandla said, revealing a big teddy bear to Emmett. His face lit up at the sight.

"Mr Biggie," he chirped and I tried not to smile at that. I closed my eyes quickly, not wanting to ruin their moment. And perhaps I could get to know Emmett better.

Bonus is, he loved stuffies. He's definitely a Little. There's no doubt about that. And it made me want him to be mine.

"Why did Mr Richard bring you to this hospital? We can't really afford a private hospital," Amandla said softly.

I'd be damned if I brought Emmett in one of those filthy hospitals. They don't even attend to patients fully. They are always full and filthy.

Emmett deserves all the care he can get. He deserves the best care and I intend to give it to him.

"I don't know," Emmett murmured. "Is he sleeping?" He inquired.

"I think so," there was silence then. "Are you hungry? Mrs Dorcas made you dinner. Your favorite," the girl chirped.

"I don't think I can eat, Amandla. My throat is still sore," he said softly. "Do you think you could ask them to take this out? I don't like needles," his voice was low and sweet. I longed to have him talk all day with me, at the comfort of my home.

"Well, it's either that or you eat this food," his friend affirmed. I swear I could hear him huff out.

"I don't want to eat," he mumbled. I can detect a little fussiness.

"Well the needle stays in then,"

"Amandla please, it hurts," he pleaded. I felt so bad. Perhaps I should wake up and have the nurses take the IV fluids off. He'd been resting for the whole day. I stayed here all day, by his side. I didn't want to leave.

Fuck, I couldn't bring myself to leave him.

I fought back a groan when my phone rang. I had to feign waking up so they don't suspect I was listening. Sitting up slowly, I found it lying on the coffee table.

Fucking Dante.

"What?" I gritted my teeth, already frustrated. I know he's my best friend but he annoys the s**t out of me.

"Where are you? I'm waiting at your crib,"

"What the f**k are you doing in my house?" I almost growled. My anger dissolved faster than ice in a heated place when I heard a light gasp. I turned to see Emmett staring at me with wide eyes.

Fuck. I forgot. I have to work on my cussing. I'd hate to upset him.

I stood up and walked out.

"Geez, would you relax? I thought we could hang out or something. Are you busy?" He inquired.

"Yes," I opted for that answer. "I'm in hospital,"

"What?!" I rolled my eyes at his dramatic tone. "What happened? Why didn't you say anything?"

"It's not me," I looked back through the space, to see Emmett's head tipping back in laughter. I smiled at the sight. f**k, he's gorgeous. I can't get enough of him. It hasn't been long and I'm hooked.

I need to do something. Fast.

"It's a friend," I said.

"You got other friends other than me, Jackson? Should I be worried?" Ugh, this dude is annoying.

"You wouldn't know him," I murmured to myself, smiling as he snuggled the bear. Perhaps I could get him another teddy. He seems to like them. "Did you wanted anything, because I really don't want to talk to you right now," I said.

"f**k you," he said chuckling and hung up.

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"How are you feeling, Emmett?" I asked him, settling down on the chair next to the bed. He eyed me sideways hesitantly.

"Better," he let out a small smile.

"Good. You have to eat something though. You haven't eaten all day," I told him. He grimaced at that and I fought the urge to just kiss his cute face. "They won't let you out of here if you're not strong enough, you know," his eyes widened at that.

To my satisfaction, he grabbed the lunchbox and opened it quickly. I smiled as I watched him grabbed the fork. His hands were a little shaky. Amandla watched me carefully, probably trying to figure out what was happening.

I checked for any emails while Emmett ate quietly. Amandla was on the phone outside. "I'm full now," he announced softly. I looked at the half full food container. It was pretty big and he's sick, so this was better than nothing. Tomorrow I'd have to have him eat more.

"Good. That's enough for today," I took the container and closed it. Accidentally, our hands touched and his were cold. "Are you feeling cold?"

"A little," he admitted. I stood up and went to switch off the air con before grabbing an extra blanket from the couch I was sleeping on.

"Lie down," he did so without question and I draped the blanket over the thin one, covering him up. His eyes were on me the whole time. I held Mr Biggie for him to take. He blushed at that and looked down. "You don't want cuddles?" His eyes met mine in shock. Blinking a few time, he took the teddy and placed him next to him, still looking at me in awe. "What's your friend's name?" I already knew that, but I wanted to talk to him.

"Uh...it's Mr Biggie," he said softly, that soft rosy hue on his cheeks visible.

"That's a cool name," I smiled at him. He blushed more if that was even possible. Someone cleared her throat and I looked up to see Amandla eyeing the two of us, standing by the door. Her expression was unreadable.

The doctor walked in then, pulling her out of whatever trance she was in. I can already tell, I'm going to have difficulties with her. She doesn't seem to trust me.

"Emmett, how are you feeling?" The doctor stood by the door, looking at him carefully.

"Better," he answered softly.

"Good. Can you tell me what happened? What triggered the attack?" At that, Emmett bit his lip, looking down. He didn't say anything.

"Emmett?" I called him softly. Seeing his lip quiver, I know he's about to cry and f**k, that didn't sit well with me. I fought the urge to grab his hand. Instead, Amandla hurried over and gently rubbed his arm, trying to calm him down.

"Uh, he was running late in the morning and so he ran all the way to work," Amandla explained on his behalf. "And he had a little..." she eyed me at that. "Incident; it triggered his anxiety attack, so...you get the gist," she said. The doctor nodded, scribbling down what he's been told.

"You get anxiety attacks, Emmett?" He nodded, snuggling Mr Biggie tightly. How I wish I was Mr Biggie, giving him the comfort he needs. "When did they start?"

"I don't remember," he mumbled.

"It's kind of...a long time," Amandla said.

"Did you have your inhaler with you?" Emmett shook his head. "Why didn't you have it with you, Emmett? You're supposed to have it with you at all times,"

"I lost it," he whispered.

"He dropped it in my office," I said. f**k, if I hadn't seen it...

"Okay, so I'm going to have to keep you here overnight, so we can monitor you, okay?" The doctor told him. Sadly, he nodded. "You're working, right?"

"Yes,"

"I'll let the boss know," Amandla intervened.

"Okay, I'm going to write a letter for you and...you live with him, right?" The doctor asked Amandla.

"No, he stays alone,"

"You live alone?" The doctor was quite surprised by that. f**k, even I was. With a condition like this, you need to have someone keeping an eye on you. Especially at night. "Uh...okay," he continued scribbling his notes down. "I'll be back in the morning. If you need anything, the nurses will be here. Just press the buzzer and try to take it easy, okay?"

"Yes," Emmett said. When the doctor turned to leave, he called him again. "Can I take this off?" He asked, referring to the IV dripline.

"I'll get a nurse to help you out," he seemed relieved at that.

The nurse came, as per the doctor's request. Emmett winced, squeezing his eyes shut as the nurse pulled out the drip line. She was looking at him weirdly and I wanted to snap at her. How dare she judge him?

After the nurse left, Emmett relaxed a bit. "I don't want to stay here," he murmured quietly.

"Well, you heard the doctor. Sadly, I have to leave now. I have an early shift tomorrow and it's late. I brought your clothes and my laptop, if you need it, okay?"

"Thank you,"

Emmett went to change after Amandla left. He came back wearing grey shorts and a tank top. It showed his muscles and a little bit of his chest. Getting on the bed, he grabbed the laptop. As if noticing me on the couch, for the first time, he hesitated.

"Are you...going as well?" His voice was so low, I almost ran to hug him. Standing up, I walked over to him.

"Do you want me to go?" I asked him. He shook his head slowly and f**k that felt good. "Then I'm staying," I might have to go and change though. My place isn't far, so it won't take long. "What are you watching?" I decided to ask him.

"Shadowhunters, it's a series," he said with a big smile. "Do you want to watch with me?" He looked up eagerly at me. As if it dawned on him, his face fell. "I mean, if you want to. You don't have to-"

"I'd love to watch with you, Emmett," I told him, smiling to ease him up. "Can I sit here?" Emmett scooted back, leaving enough space for me to sit on the bed. I kept one leg on the chair, so he can still have enough space to sleep.

I wasn't exactly watching the movie. I was looking at him. He's so expressive. He reacted to almost anything. He'd blushed so much when a make out scene appears. I just...he's so freaking adorable.

Halfway through, he lied down. I pulled the blanket over him, noticing he was shivering a little. He mumbled a small thank you. Soon enough, he was fast asleep. I couldn't make myself to move, just watching him sleep so peacefully. Cute little snores coming out of his open mouth.

His hair is so vibrant and curly, I allowed myself to stretch a strand, careful not to alert him. It's soft and it smell like black walnut or something cedar, I can't put a name to it, but the scent is strong. It's amazing.

With a sigh, I got down and gently positioned him in a comfortable position. He stirred and I rubbed his cheek softly to try and relax him. Pulling the blanket up, I closed the laptop and placed it on the side table.

I'm this close to taking him to my place, knowing he lives alone. He's all alone. Where is his family and why does he stay alone? Someone like him shouldn't be all alone. Who's taking care of him when he's sick? Or when he's having an anxiety attack?

The more I think about it, the more it bothers me. I'm glad he has Amandla to look out for him, but I feel like it's not enough.

I have to do something. But where do I begin? I couldn't just tell him that he's a Little and I want him to be mine. He wouldn't understand. I doubt he knows about things like these. f**k, he's too innocent. He's natural at being...who he is. At being a Little. At being Submissive.

I have to do something.

I drove to my place, happy to find Dante long gone. I went to shower and change into fresh clothes and grabbed a bite as well. It was past midnight and I'd talked myself into crashing here and going to see Emmett tomorrow, but I was already out the door before I can make a solid decision.

I have to make him mine. I held the stuffie I took from my house. I had a room full of them. Some were never used. I'm not sure if he'll like it, but I'm hoping it'd cheer him up.

Soon. You'll be mine.

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UNEDITED