This Song Is Called You.

4. I am going to be fine

'' He's sick and nobody warned me?!"

Khun.
Tankhun Theerapanyakul, rushed into his black van, followed by his guards Arm and Pol.

"Khun Noooo, he just has a fever and a bad cough, please... Do not run, wait for us !"

"Don't make our task difficult! Please, we can't follow you !"

Pol was already whining at the idea of ​​having to run everywhere after his master.
Tankhun buckled his belt, he took out a mirror and put on a shiny lipstick before glaring at Pol:

"We need to hurry up, he's in the hospital with my dear doctor Top, and I don't want him to see how cute Nong Chay is..."

"Is it worry or jealousy? Dude..." Arm whispered as he got into the van, letting Pol drive.

Nong Porchay was obviously having a lot of trouble healing, for two weeks now, he had been coughing so hard that Kimhan had to demand that he stay in the hospital.
When the group arrived, Tankhun's eyes immediately fell on his little brother, who was sitting on the ground with his head down, looking like a mad man...

"What's the problem? Why are you playing the tramp in the middle of the hospital? Have you gone mad? Do we have to take you to the mental hospital?"

Kim raised his weary, gloomy gaze to his big brother and Tankhun immediately sensed that something was wrong. Something was definitely off when Kim's head dropped again.

A bedroom door opened and Porsche came out, looking worried, Kinn behind him, gently stroking his waist.

"Khun No", Pol said quietly, "I don't think we can keep joking now..."

" What is happening ?" Arm asked, moving towards Porsche, the latter smiled to reassure his friend, but his gaze betrayed great distress.

Kinn cleared his throat, he put his hands on his hips, before throwing a quick glance at his little brother.

"Nong Chay...is sick, his throat is infected and it's causing him a pretty severe cough. He's in pain...And his lungs are... Well, it's not good. He is weak."

Porsche flinched and Arm supported his friend, Pol also rushed to help him. Tankhun immediately sat next to Kim, hugging him, staring at Kinn:

"What did Doctor Top say?"

"I said..." the doctor said as he entered the waiting room, with a thoughtful expression, "....that we have no idea of what he has. All the tests carried out are good, but his condition is deteriorating too fast. It's not normal for a young patient, he should have been cured already last week thanks to the prescribed medication... Something is off. It's look like a new virus and Nong Porchay is a victim. I don't know if we can cure him... Yet."

Tankhun felt Kimhan freeze, his face pale, and he looked confused. Porsche tried to pull himself together, he stand up proudly before running a nervous hand through his hair:

"I need a cigarette..."

"Ai'Porsche..." Kinn handed him one, his gaze more tender than before, he followed Porsche onto a private patio.

"P'Top?" Tankhun left his little brother on the ground, he grabbed the doctor's hand before leading him away, leaving Arm and Pol out to smoke too.

"P'Top, why does everyone seem so worried? You look tired too, is it really so bad ? Can't you do something? Nong Chay is gonna..."

"Khun." Top took his hand away from Tankhun who was rolling around on his chest, before sighing. "We can't stabilize his breathing, Nong Porchay coughs too much, it's rare, but his lungs could get tired and, worse, come off the rib cage, this will lead to his immediate death. If we don't find a way to stop this damn cough, he might not make it alive. I don't even now if we have any antidote or vaccine right now.."

Tankhun felt his legs shaking, he collapsed almost immediately, Top holding him back and hugging the soft-hearted man.

"It's not, no,no, tell me it's a nightmare, Nong Chay will recover huh? Don't joke around, it's not funny. You are a doc how could you... No. You are such a liar." whimpered Tankhun, whose sobs were already beginning to shake his shoulders.

Top replied with a long silence, and only Porchay's coughing fit echoed through the hallway.

Tankhun broke down in tears, he got up and almost ran to open Porchay's door with a crash:

"NONG CHAY! It'll be okay, I promise you, P'Tankhun is here, we will take care of it."

" Do not yelled." sighed immediately Kimhan, who was helping Porchay to drink a glass of water.

The young boy smiled weakly at Tankhun, he had lost weight, his cheeks were hollow, he had huge dark circles and he seemed as fragile as a child.
Khun's heart broke again, he tried to keep a warm smile despite his eyes filled with tears.

"Oi, Nong Chaychay, look at you, you're going to scare my doctor Top. Looking like a zombie. I would prefer you to look cute as always, son. You can even seduce Top, I don't care anymore, so you have to recover quickly, right ?"

"Tankhun!" Kim growled.

Porchay chuckled and coughed violently again.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Tankhun sat down on the other side of Porchay's bed and stroked the young boy's hair. "Are you in great pain?"

" N-n-ope..."

" Do not lie." Kim hissed dryly.

"Oi...P'Kim..."

"Kimhan, no need to be mean." Tankhun replied, he patted Chay's hand with a sad smile: "Don't blame him, he's always like that when he's worried."

Chay crossed his arms, he rolled his eyes and pouted.

" Okay, before you start to argue like idiots. Here's what I offer you, you're sick and in the hospital, so you can have anything you want.." Tankhun grabbed his phone and went to the google shopping page with sparkling eyes. "You would like Balloons ? Stuffed animals ? Oh, we have to think about fruits too... Yes, expensive fruits, it will help you to heal, you will see! Trust,P'Tankhun... Ai'Kim, give me your credit card, I want to validate my purchases."

Kimhan arched an offended eyebrow at his brother before clearing his throat:

"Wait... why do you want my money?!"

"Hey, it's not Doctor Top in this bed, even if he would be incredibly sexy as a patient..."

"P'Tankhun."

"Yes, yes, sorry.. whatever. Nong Chaychay is your boyfriend, not mine, you pay."

Kimhan sighed, he grabbed his wallet and almost threw it in his brother's face, under Porchay's gleeful gaze.
The latter was trying to hide his disastrous breathing by laughing... But things were starting to get really serious.