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Carlos wasn’t sure where his cough came from. It didn’t feel like allergies, but it was deep in his chest. In his lungs. Carlos wasn’t sure what was going on.
Until he started to cough up red and a flower petal while sitting at the table with Cecil. He knew what it was, but he was still confused. He looked to Cecil, not understanding and a more than a little scared.
“Carlos
still.. I could pick you up in the morning on my way to work to get
your car if that’s what you are worried about.” Cecil pouted a bit,
still concerned about his friend.“If you really won’t let me help, call me when you get there. You know you are free to crash at my place anytime.”
“No, no, it’s…” Carlos paused to cough into his arm. “It’s fine. I’ll… I’ll see you guys later. Cecil, Earl – take care.” Carlos offered them both a smile and he gathered up his keys and phone. He noticed that there was some red on the sleeve of his labcoat from the cough, and he started to feel a bit of panic. Carlos tried to hide his arm and he briskly walked toward the show return to get his shoes back.
Cecil looked back to Earl in worry. He wanted to give Carlos his space but.. he was also worried about him. He watched him walk away from the two of them, hesitantly sitting back next to Earl. Cecil decided he wouldn’t crowd him tonight but would drive by to check on him in the morning to see if he was ok.
Carlos got in his car and hurried home. His chest hurt – but he couldn’t exactly tell if it was from the flower growing inside of it or if it was from guilt. Or maybe one of those randomly-assigned emotions people sometimes get.
But he focused on getting himself home. Once he was home, Carlos went to brush his teeth and gargle mouthwash. Maybe the alcohol in the mouth wash could stave it off. He started to think about how to avoid Cecil – distance would make it better, right? He just needed to get to work. Focus on the work… then it’d go away.
Cecil decided to call it quits early, grabbing his shoes from the shoe return and making his way out. Part of him felt that something was wrong but that he didn’t feel right about prying too much into whatever was bothering his sweet Carlos. He waved a goodbye to Earl before getting in his car.
Cecil drove past Carlos’s lab before heading home just to make sure he had gotten there safely, debating whether or not he should check on him before deciding heading home would be best for the night.
Carlos put on some coffee and practically threw himself into his work down in the lab. Carlos tried not to think of anybody outside of the lab – especially not Cecil.
It had to be Cecil. Carlos felt a special kind of feeling when thinking or seeing the other man. He wondered how much of his condition was psychosomatic. He didn’t feel like he was in love. But who knew… Carlos hadn’t been in love before.
The Perfect Scientist 