He set the spoon down slowly, his eyes meeting mine with a mixture of stubbornness and discomfort. "Don't, Evric. It's nothing."
I leaned forward slightly, my brows furrowed in concern. "It's not nothing. Tell me… do you have difficulty swallowing food?"
Zayn hesitated, biting his lower lip. "No… I don't have trouble… I guess I'm not that hungry. I'll just take some milk instead. I'll eat later."
My chest tightened at his evasive words. "No, Zayn. I'm not blind." I set my own spoon down with a quiet clatter and reached for my phone, calling the driver. "Get the car ready. We're going to the hospital. Now."
He froze, his shoulders stiffening. "For what?"
I hesitated, my heart hammering. "You know… I just need the doctor to check you."
He lowered his voice, a deep blush spreading across his cheeks. "How do I explain it… to the doctor? Evric… a man shoved his cock… you know… inside my throat. I could never say that… it's completely embarrassing."
