(Bilingual story - Eng-Fr)
Nueng hates stormy nights. Especially when Palm is not far...
A little story that crossed my mind after watching the very promising beginning of GMMTV's Thai BL show Never Let Me Go, featuring one of my favorite pairings...
As he had been stuck in that chair, opposite the bed in which Nueng had been lying since his admission to the hospital, which was, for too many hours already, Palm had forgotten what it meant to be "calm". He tilted his head forward and covered his face with his hands, blowing out a long breath, trying to alleviate some of the anxiety that was devouring him, but to no avail. The result was the same. Or even worse.
As the silence and inaction were only here to remind him of what Nueng had gone through.
And that he should never have let happen.
After a few moments, the tired-looking young man let his fingers slide down his face and glanced at Nueng's face, which looked just as peacefully as he was this morning, except that he was now wearing a bandage around his head.
He was fine now. He should be fine with a big bruise and was just going to need some rest. Once he would be awaken...
Palm had been waiting for this moment as much as it had been making him anxious. That's why he couldn't leave Nueng's side, but couldn't look at him for more than ten seconds at a time either. He was afraid to lose his place next to him once Nueng would recover.
Because nothing could assure him that things would have the same positive issue, next time.
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Originally, the reason he was assigned to serve Khun Tanya's son was to protect him. And only that. If he couldn't do his job properly... what was the point of keeping Palm around?
His father must have thought about it, when he had arrived at the school and witnessed the fight they were involved in. And when the lady would be also made aware of this incident... maybe she would ask him about it, too. And this time, directly. Just as Palm was, right now.
The former fisherman ran a hand through his hair, sighing. His sight was beginning to blur by dint of remaining worried. He needed energy.
He was about to go and get a coffee when he perceived a noise not far from him, a light one, but in the silence of the room, to which he had ended up in spite of him by getting used to the wire of the hours, the least small thing was immediately noticed.
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