Ethan didn’t know why he took on this job. He was a nurse, just started this home nursing business and one of his first clients had to be some spoiled celebrity type. This wasn’t in his job description. He wasn’t meant to be this guys nurse, chef, AND maid. And yet, here he was, talking to his patients agent and still managing to make a healthy breakfast of eggs Florentine for them both. At least the view was nice. No one knew the great Alexander Mason would be hiding out in some little sea side town while he recovered. He had his own room, the pay was nice, and he had time to breath when Alexander was zonked out in pain meds.<br/><br/>Speaking of pain meds... Ethan glanced at the nearly empty bottle on the counter and gently shook his head before stuffing them in his back pocket. They were supposed to last a week and yet four days in and he was down to two. He called a refill and knew given Alex’s status bed have them filled in no time.<br/><br/>“Your pride and joy just got up now Darius, now stop calling every hour and let me do my job.” Darius, a distant cousin and whole reason he was even doing this because, you know, family or whatever. And Ethan’s agent. It all fell into place and by that he meant it all toppled over into his lap and suddenly became his responsibility. The others voice could be heard over Ethan’s phone but he didn’t respond, rather, he hung up soon after and set his phone down.<br/><br/>“You know you’re supposed to call me when you get up. I can’t have you falling all over the place and hurting yourself even more.” He turned to look at Ethan and raised a brow as he looked over the other. Oh, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. “What’s got you so riled up this early in the morning?” He played their meal and brought the plates over to the little island in the kitchen, setting them down before he turned to get some drinks, easily moving away from the subject as he poured a couple glasses of orange juice and started the kettle for tea.<br/><br/>“By the way, your physical therapist will be here at three today. Try not to flirt with this one, it’s getting difficult to find replacements.” He sounded exasperated as he spoke and upon further inspection, he did look a bit tired. His blonde hair was messy although it managed to look good on him, and his scrubs were a little wrinkled. He still had his slippers on but had showered when he woke. It was a full time job though, and it wasn’t getting any easier.