I Found You [COMPLETED]

Part 10

Bright had been staring at the limp body in his arms. He picked up Gulf in a bridal style and brought him to his room. He placed Gulf carefully, which was not his usual style. He had never treated someone like this, but he felt that Gulf was fragile at the moment. He placed his hand on Gulf's forehead, he was surprised to find out how hot Gulf was.

"You have a fever, and yet you still opened your cafe?" Bright asked in disbelief, amazed at how someone could be so foolish.

Bright went to the kitchen and prepared a cool and damp washcloth before placing it on Gulf's forehead. He briefly considered performing tepid sponging on Gulf's whole body but decided against it.

"What happened to you?" Bright whispered, his voice hinting with worry.

Bright assessed Gulf's condition and had an idea of what could have caused it. He lifted Gulf's clothes and was shocked to see bruises all over his stomach. The bruises appeared untreated and had worsened.

"You fought them in this condition?" Bright said. He then proceeded to fetch a heating pad from Gulf's room, remembering where Gulf kept his things.

"How can someone who knows how to fight don't know how to treat their injuries?" Bright said, placing the heating pad on Gulf's stomach after covering it with a towel.

Satisfied with his actions, Bright sat on a chair in the corner of the room. He crossed his hands over his chest and gazed at the person lying in bed. After 20 minutes, Bright removed the heating pad and placed it on the desk.

He looked at Gulf's weak body, and instinctively, his hand reached for Gulf's cheek. Before his hand could touch Gulf's cheek, his phone rang. He pulled away from Gulf and picked up his phone. It was Dew, informing him of an argument that had occurred. Bright sighed, taking one last look at Gulf before leaving through the window once again.

Bright arrived at the meeting place where his men were engaged in a fight. Along the way, all he could think about was how hurt Gulf must be. He had never cared about people in this way, and he had only recently met Gulf.

"Boss, you're here," Dew bowed. Screams were coming from inside as the fighting continued.

"Let's go," Bright said curtly. When he entered the place, he saw his higher-ranking men fighting with the enemy. Suddenly, he remembered the bruises on Gulf's stomach that were caused by them and he clenched his fist. Someone tried to attack Bright, but he caught the assailant's fist and sliced his hand. Bright then broke the man's arm, eliciting a scream.

One after another, more enemies came, but Bright simply stabbed them and broke their arms or legs. Dew looked surprised for a moment. Bright usually stabbed them and left it at that; he had never broken anyone's arm after stabbing them.

The fight ended with Bright's complete victory. This fight had been a regulated one where firearms were prohibited. Such fights existed to maintain peace between the different groups. Other leaders usually didn't participate in this kind of fight, but Bright always made sure to be present, ensuring that his people won.

There was blood on Bright, but it wasn't his own. Dew handed Bright a handkerchief.

"I've never seen you break someone's arm after stabbing them," Dew commented.

"Do you want me to break yours after stabbing you?" Bright retorted, earning a flinch from Dew.

"Sorry, Boss," Dew bowed down. He decided not to comment on any of Bright's actions from then on. After a few moments, Bright suddenly spoke up.

"Find me a place that sells porridge," Bright wiped his hands.

"Porridge? Why? Are you suddenly craving it?" Dew teased his Boss.

Bright shot Dew a look.

"Sorry, Boss... I'll send you the location," Dew said, bowing before leaving the place.

Bright got into his car and received a message from Dew. He appreciated how quickly Dew worked.

Still covered in blood, Bright could only order from inside his car. He then headed to Gulf's place. It was midnight by the time he arrived. Bright placed the porridge on the counter and proceeded to clean himself in the bathroom. He poured the porridge into a bowl before covering the top with plastic. When he returned from the kitchen, he heard a grunt from Gulf. He approached and saw Gulf breathing heavily and sweating.

"Gulf?" Bright shook Gulf gently.

Gulf was restless but still asleep. It seemed like he was having a nightmare.

"Gulf?" Bright pulled Gulf closer to him, and instinctively, Gulf clung tightly to him.

"Please... Stay with me, Papa," Gulf's tears flowed down his face.

Bright was taken aback for a moment. He tried to push Gulf away but the strength of the man was no joke. Sighing, he rubbed Gulf's back, trying to calm him.

"Shhhh, it will be fine," Bright repeated the words until Gulf appeared to fall asleep again.

Bright sighed and carefully placed Gulf back on the bed. He looked at Gulf, his body moving on its own. He kissed Gulf on the forehead before leaving the place.

Morning came, and Gulf rubbed his eyes. His head felt better after a good night's sleep. Wait... he was in bed?

Gulf sat up abruptly, he only remembered that he arrived in his place before losing consciousness. A washcloth fell from his forehead. Where did this come from? Gulf touched his stomach and felt the pain had lessened. He lifted his shirt to see that some of the bruises had started to fade. He went to the kitchen and found a bowl of porridge with a note.

"Take the day off."

TBC