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HE ALWAYS GIVES me a reason to worry about him. There isn't a day where my heart races whenever something happens to him. And just like today, something bad happened to [M.Name].

Everytime he'd cough, blood would come out of his mouth, and the more blood came out, the more worried I became. This wasn't a regular occurrence in my life and this definitely doesn't happen to anyone I know on a daily basis.

For the first time in my life, I was panicking. So bad that my mind was blank, all my thoughts were consumed by the coughing boy in front of me. I held him close to me as I tried to soothe him, but he already passed out before I could calm myself and help him.

I looked at Crystal helplessly, begging with my eyes for her to help me do something. My heart shook as much as my hands did as she told me to carry him and bring him back to my car so I can bring him to the hospital. My breathing fell short as I looked at him in my arms. Unconscious, weak, frail, bloody. He looked so dead yet he still looked so beautiful in my eyes.

As I drove to the hospital, my hands were gripping the steering wheel too hard that my knuckles turned white, nearly breaking it if I hadn't heard [M.Name] coughing in the back again.

Fuck, he looked so weak and helpless as more blood came out. I couldn't do anything but drive faster as worry washed over me. I didn't want him to die. Not when I still haven't told him how much I love him. Not when I still haven't shown him his worth.

I didn't care for the traffic or street etiquette. I drove past all the in coming cars and the walking people. I was scared that I wouldn't be able to make it, as absurd as that sounded. My only goal was to make sure that he's alive, that he's well and he's cared for.

Once I finally got to the hospital, I rushed in with [M.Name] in my arms, demanding for any doctor to come see him immediately, yelling for nurses to take him quickly. And they did. They all rushed to take him from my arms and put him in a hospital bed, and I hated how I was escorted away so that they could take care of him.

I waited. May it be seconds, minutes, or hours, I waited. I paced back and forth in the halls, wishing for him to be alright, hoping that he was stable, praying that he'll still wake up and smile at me like how he always does.

Then after several hours, I finally got to see him again. And he lay there, so pale and lifeless. If I hadn't seen how his chest rose up and down then I would've thought he was a corpse.

My [M.Name] looked so helpless but so was I.

I held his hand in mine, pressing it to my mouth as I kissed it, feeling how cold and still it had become. I stayed there for God knows how long, peppering kisses across his arm and his forehead, holding onto him as if he was my life source. I couldn't bear to leave his side even as I got a call from Crystal and her father, I didn't want to leave him and knowing he won't be able to wake up to me by his side.

I stayed until the chairman himself had come, perplexed to see me holding an unconscious person's hand. He asked me who he was, why I was here, what I was doing here, and for what reason had I stayed. And I couldn't bear to lie about my love for him, not even to the person that could potentially harm the both of us.

I told the chairman as I held his hand, still sitting beside his bed, "I'd like to stay for a few more hours, I want him to wake up to me. I want to assure him that I'll always be by his side."

But the chairman was not so lenient, of course. Like any old man that was just as greedy as I am. He only spared [M.Name] a glance before sighing and turning to leave the room. "I'm only giving you time until this afternoon, you have work and it's urgent."

I guess that was enough for me. I could still spend my time with [M.Name], telling him all my untold love in his sleep until he wakes up.

He looked so peaceful as he lay there. Only now did I notice that he was wearing makeup. I chuckled to myself as I caressed his cheek, admiring his beauty as much as I can. He didn't have to wear makeup so he can look pretty, he already is to me. He'll always be. Even as he lay unconscious, even with blood all over him, and even as he looked so weak.

Soon, afternoon came much faster than I expected. He was yet to open his eyes and the chairman was already waiting for me outside his hospital room. Goo was already waiting outside as well, looking just as worried as I was, asking me questions about his conditions.

"How is he? If he's dead then his dad's gonna kill me too—"

"Unconscious. Please take care of him."

Goo looked at me as if he couldn't believe what I've just said. It was understandable, he has never seen me become so caring and worried over another person. Or perhaps it was because I've used the word 'please' on him for the first time in several months.

After he recovered from his initial shock, he only nodded and went inside the room, and only then did [M.Name] gain consciousness. Looking confused and alarmed yet eased once he realized that he was in the hospital.

I watched from afar as he looked at Goo, asking him if he was his cousin, and he answered cheerfully.

Then, he asked for me. He asked if I stayed and waited for him to wake up.

I wanted to come back inside the room, to hug him out of relief that he was finally awake, to kiss him out of happiness, to tell him that I did. That I did wait until he woke up. That I was there the whole time, holding his hand and praying for him.

But I was dragged away before I could even step foot back inside, and I didn't get to hear the answer Goo gave him.

My heart ached. It always has. It always did for [M.Name].