Bellann Summer

Today's snippet is Paulie's Protector (The Crazy Angle). This was my first attempt at a story featuring a stalker. I have to admit as I searched for the snippet I wanted, I became sucked up in the story.
Enjoy.
Paul opened his eyes and found himself lying on a doctor’s hard examining table. His arms, legs, and his whole torso were covered by a white sheet and felt like they were on fire. Looking around, he saw he had an IV hooked up to his arm, and the bag of clear liquid attached to it was almost empty. Movement caught his eye, and there to the side of him was the huge, gorgeous guy that had picked him up at the airport.
“What happened? Where am I?” he asked.
“I brought you to a clinic. The doc patched you up,” said a deep baritone voice.
It made shivers run up Paul’s spine. Even as sick as he was, his body reacted to the intense attraction he was feeling. Paul was just about to ask another question when his stomach started kicking up a storm, rolling and pitching wildly. Frantically he looked around and was just about to attempt getting up, when Mr. Huge and Hunky grabbed the waste can in the corner and rushed to his side.
Paul started to gag. Large hands wrapped around his shoulders and he was gently lifted painfully into a sitting position. The next thing he knew, he had a scrumptious, muscled arm wrapped around his shoulders and the can at ready near his mouth.
Pressing his hands to his bandage-covered belly to try and keep it secure, he started heaving into the can. Pain radiated throughout his body with each heave as very little came up. That wasn’t surprising, as he hadn’t been able to eat much of anything since the attack.
 Finally, his stomach calmed down and the arm around his shoulders helped him gratefully lie back down.
A cool wet, paper towel was patted over his sweaty face and then he was handed a paper cup filled half-full of water. He put the water in his mouth and then spit it into the second empty cup Hunky handed him.
 “I’ve puked on you twice now. I think we know each other well enough that you can tell me your name.” Paul was trying for humor. What else could he do to get past this incredibly embarrassing situation?
 “My name is Nolan Clark.”
“Hi, Nolan. I’m Paul Weber.”
Paul held out his hand and loved how Nolan’s hand totally engulfed his, all warm and tingly. Nolan nodded at him, and then his face turned beet red and he looked down. Paul watched as a rash of red crept up Nolan’s neck and piercing green eyes peeked at him, then quickly looked down again. That was when Paul realized this strong, handsome man was shy, and for some reason he found himself completely charmed by that.