I am him ✔

Chapter 83- My name is Arthit.

The sunlight was within reach, but the spasms in his legs prevented him from even floating up for air, and despite his struggles, the feeling of endless suffocation quickly overwhelmed Kongpob.

His arms flailed helplessly in a desperate attempt to gain a glimmer of life, but even his movements were slowing down due to the lack of oxygen.

Was he ...... going to die?

He had escaped a near-death sentence, but in the end, he was going to die in the sea?

If he died like this, Arthit would be so sad, he wouldn't ...... want that ......

"Kongpob! Kongpob!" the familiar cry reached his ears through the water, distant and indistinct.

But the next thing Kongpob felt was that the man had taken him in his arms.

"Arthit......" he tried to call his name, but didn't have the strength to make any sound.

"Kongpob! Kongpob! please - be alright!" There was a slight choke in Arthit's voice that couldn't be suppressed.

He must have been crying.

He knew that Arthit was worried about him no matter what, whether he was the old Kongpob or or the current Kongpob ....

Still, how could he go into the water with his wounds?

Kongpob wanted to lift his hand and wipe his tears, but the long suffocation had left him too weak to even open his eyes.

"Don't cry ......Arthit......" his words, which had reached his lips, became only a few barely perceptible squirms.

The sound around him was so loud that Kongpob's consciousness drifted away, leaving only a void in the end ......

In the early morning, the ward was still quiet, almost inaudible except for the shallow breathing of the person in the room.

Arthit sat in front of the bed, clutching the hand of the person in the bed, his heart clenched until now, unable to rest for a moment.

The person on the bed, however, seemed to be sleeping peacefully, without the slightest hint of pain on his face.

Toota pushed the door open and, upon seeing Arthit's worried look, he could not help but sigh and try to divert his attention, "Knot called to say that he has asked for permission for you to take a time off, so don't worry."

Arthit reluctantly lifted his spirits and smiled at him.

Because of Kongpob's accident, he, as the head hazer, had to hand over the task of taking the team back to Knot, which was, to put it mildly, quite irresponsible.

But Kongpob was still lying here, so how could he have the heart to care about anything else?

If it hadn't been for Knot, he wouldn't have even thought of asking for time off.

When Toota saw his forced smile, he couldn't help but feel a bit uncomfortable, "The doctor said that if he was in a state of unconsciousness due to lack of oxygen or an infection, he wouldn't have slept so soundly, he would have just fallen asleep because he was too tired. You're not well today, you've been here all night, so why don't you go to the hotel and get some sleep while I watch him?"

Arthit looked up again and smiled at him, "I know he's fine, but I want to be here with him and ...... I'm not tired, I slept pretty well lying here last night."

If he knew how heavy his dark circles were now, perhaps he wouldn't be able to tell such a self-defeating lie at all.

Toota let out a long sigh and tried to persuade him further, but when he saw the look on his face, he realized that it was useless to persuade him any more.