Too Much ✓

05: Too much care

As soon as Mil entered the hospital, he took the lift and went to the second floor.

The room was one of the last rooms down the corridor.

Phukong was already getting ready to leave when he heard knocking on the door.

"Come in!" He said, "The door is open."

He had his back towards the door.

"Phukong," Mil said, "How are you feeling?"

Phukong turned around, facing the senior.

"P'Mil?" He said, "What are you doing here?"

"I..." Mil said, hesitantly, "I heard about you. I came here to know about your health."

Phukong scoffed. "Yeah? You act so well, P'Mil. You should be in the acting instead," He said, sarcastically.

Mil was surprised.

"Why are you talking like this?" He asked, "Are you mad at me?"

"Why am I talking like this? You have the nerve to ask me that," Phukong answered, "How about you remember your words that you said yesterday on the football field?"

Mil looked at Phukong, eyes widened.

"Yo...You heard me?" He asked, "Let me explain!"

Phukong glared at Mil and left the room.

"Phukong!" Mil yelled and ran behind him. He grabbed the latter's hand.

"Let me go, P'Mil," Phukong said, flatly, "There's nothing to explain."

"There is!" Mil exclaimed, "There is something!"

*

FLASHBACK

"Huh? Phukong left?" Mil asked, confusingly.

Heart nodded.

"Of course, you won't notice," Forth said, "You are too busy, stalking Tine on the social media."

Mil frowned.

"I wasn't stalking him," He said, tilting his head.

Aart scoffed.

"We all could see that you were looking at his account," Earl said.

Gear shook his head. "No, P'Earl. P'Mil wasn't stalking P'Tine," He said.

"How can you say so?" Heart asked, "I mean it was obvious."

"He was blocking P'Tine," Gear answered.

Forth choked on the air.

"You were blocking him?" He asked.

Mil nodded.

"Why?" Aart asked.

"Maybe because he doesn't want someone to get the wrong idea that he still likes P'Tine," Gear said.

Mil's eyes went wide.

"Who—"

"We have a football match! We should leave," Mil interrupted the others.

*

"You realise that what you said was pretty harsh, N'Mil," Kongpob said, sitting beside Mil.

The football match just finished and they ended up with a tie.

Mil nodded. "I didn't realise that I was talking way too much," He said, sadly.

"You should tell him," Kongpob said.

Mil blinked twice.

"He just sees me as someone who is trying to steal his brother's boyfriend," He said.

"I don't think so," Kongpob answered, "You should try it before you say that."

Mil nodded. "Thanks, Phi," He said.

END OF FLASHBACK

*

"You shouldn't stress yourself," Mil said, "I'll take you back to your dorm."

"P'Mil, I can go back myself. I don't need you—"

Phukong felt a pain in his head. He stumbled and leaned on Mil, unconsciously.

Mil quickly supported him. "You are clearly not that well," He said, "Let me take you back."

Phukong nodded and let Mil take him to the dorm.

*

As soon as Phukong entered the dorm, Mil made him rest on the bed.

"You..." Mil said, "You take rest. I'll make something for you to eat."

"Phi—"

Mil hushed Phukong before he could say something.

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry," Mil said, smiling sadly, "about what I said before. I know I shouldn't say that. I'm really sorry. Just...Just give me one more chance."

Phukong felt a tingling sensation in his heart. The P'Mil he knew, never says sorry. He didn't even say sorry when he hit Sarawat.

"But let's not talk about that now," Mil continued, "Get well first, then we'll talk about this."

"Phi—"

"Where is the kitchen?" Mil interrupted Phukong, before he could say something.

Phukong pointed at a certain direction.

Mil ruffled Phukong's hair and went in the kitchen.

Phukong could only touch his hair in shock.

'Th–That must be a coincidence,' Phukong thought, 'Maybe he doesn't know.'

*

The smell of chicken soup filled the dorm.

Mil came out with a tray that had food, medicine and water.

Putting the tray on the table, he said, "Phukong, the food is ready."

Phukong nodded and marched towards the table.

Mil pulled the chair and let the latter sit on it.

"Here," He said, giving Phukong a bowl of soup, "It'll make you feel better."

Phukong nodded. "Thanks, Phi," He said, "But you didn't have to do it."

Mil smiled. "Sarawat is not coming back?" He asked.

Phukong shook his head. "He is at P'Tine's house," He said.

Mil nodded.

"Sorry, Phi," Phukong continued, "I shouldn't mention P'Tine."

Mil laughed and ruffled Phukong's hair. "Don't stress yourself about it," He said, "I didn't mind."

After the meal, Mil tucked Phukong in the bed and said, "I'll be leaving now. Take care of yourself and call me if you need something."

He pecked Phukong's forehead and was starting to leave.

Watching Mil leave, Phukong couldn't take it anymore.

Everything Mil did, was confusing him more and more.

So he just said something.

"I fell in love with you, P'Mil,"