Like The Water That Sustains Me

Counting Sheep

12:40 AM

Jay wakes up to the feeling of something cold on his skin. He wiggles his nose, as the cool touch lingers on the bridge of his nose, and on the apple of his cheeks. And he has the urge to swat the cold touch away. But also furrow it harder cause it soothes the sting on his skin. And the touch is so gentle, almost feather-like, he only knows where it is because of the cold.

'Ahh. That feels good,' Jay thinks.

"Khun Tan, is a cotton one okay?"

"I think the satin ones will be better, P'Sai. He might get hot in the middle of the night. And can you get me more cooling gel, please?" Khun C requests.

"Right away, Khun Tan," answers the older woman.

"And do we have like a wipe or something?" Khun C asks.

"I think it's better to use a normal towel, Khun Tan. A wipe might irritate his sunburn,"

"I see. Can you get me one then, please? I'll clean his face, and then wipe him down so he doesn't feel hot,"

"Understood, Khun Tan. Are you sure you'll do it yourself?" Par Sai answers.

"I'm sure, P' Sai. I'm just applying cooling gel on him and a sponge bath. I'll be fine. Go," Khun C assures her.

"Understood. I'll be quick, Khun Tan,"

"Thank you, P'"

Jay hears the soft patter of footfalls inching away from him. A telltale sign that auntie is leaving and he is alone with the older boss. Unless someone is hovering around, waiting around, but it doesn't seem likely.

He wants to open his eyes and look around. Snoop a little and see what's going on, but the gentle movements from the end of the bed are rendering him still.

Jay turns to his side to examine the 'area'.

A soft, and thick mattress, as opposed to the one he slept on in the reading area in the library.  So he must be laying on the bed in the bedroom.

This means, he either sleepwalked again, or someone actually carried him. And this time, he's quite sure it's the latter.

And it's highly likely that it could've been Khun C who carried him all the way up into the bedroom.

But it can't be, right?

Ugh. He knows he's being a little too dramatic over this. It may not even be the case, so he may even be overreacting for nothing. 

But one also has to understand and see where he's coming from. Khun C is his boss. And even a  little possibility, even the tiniest possibility, that his boss is doing things like these, is very, difficult for Jay. Because who would want their bosses to go out of their way and do that?

And- and, okay.

'Breath in, breath out, Jay, Stop overthinking. You're just overthinking this. You're a calm, rational being. Who's totally cool and calm over everything. Like a cucumber. Or this gel stuff over your face. You're as cool as a cooling gel,'

'Let's be real. Jay is freaking out because it's his crush doing it.'

'There. He said it. Happy?'

"Jay, I can hear you thinking from here,"

Jay is startled awake from his thoughts, and he slowly, so slowly, turns his head towards the lone seat, situated on the foot of the bed.