We found love

Misfortunes

Ming's POV

I learned in these 2 hours how important he has become in my life. Not knowing my lover's whereabouts has thrown me into a loop of questions and questioning myself about where we stand and what I want to do with this relationship. I cannot lose him. I need to tie him with me forever and it needs to be done soon. 

"Where the fvck they are? At least pick up the damn phone." I shouted while dialing his number continuously.

"Ming stop hitting the dashboard." I heard P Kit scolding me but all I could think about was just to get a piece of news about my dumb boyfriend. P Forth is not any different. If not It seems he is more angry than me. It's just he is holding it in but I am afraid he will blow up soon. I hope before that happens, we find those two best friends.

I surveyed the dimly lit surroundings, a veil of concern clouding my features. "Let's explore the other route to the hospital," I suggested, my voice laced with a hint of urgency.

P Kit responded with a measure of skepticism. "Ming, others are already scouring that path in search of them. If they had any updates, we would have received a call by now." I let out a resigned sigh, my resolve undeterred. I took a moment to collect myself before deciding to redial the number once more.

Just after a few minutes a phone rang. We looked at each other and P Kit swiftly maneuvered the car to the side, an immediate response to the urgency at hand.

"It's your phone Kit." Forth remarked, his voice carrying a mix of anticipation and caution. Kit wasted no time, retrieving his phone and answering the call without hesitation and slapped it on speaker. Me and P Forth were on edge the moment we caught wind of the response.

Beam's POV

My excitement bubbled within as the anticipation of our long-overdue gathering loomed. Forth, the mastermind behind many get-togethers, had finally corralled the doc gang—his moniker for us—all in one place. Today marked a rare occasion for our disparate schedules to align.

As we prepped for the gathering, Pha, still tangled in the clutches of his never-ending shift, struggled to break free. The unexpected surge of emergency cases had shackled us to the hospital longer than anticipated, extending Pha's workday beyond its usual bounds. Exhaustion hung heavy in the air as we finally wrapped up, stealing more than an hour of our post-shift freedom.

"Haaaa, I need a week worth of sleep," I exclaimed, collapsing into the car with Pha at the wheel.

"Don't you dare say that in front of me. I haven't slept for the past two nights. Just an hour nap yesterday and today. My body's running on caffeine right now," Pha babbled, his fatigue evident as we navigated through an intersection.

"What! I haven't slept like you. You at least had a nap, but I didn't even get that today," I fired back, the weariness fueling a pointless argument between us.

"Please just shut your mouth and go to sleep. Let me drive peacefully," Pha sighed, his plea punctuated by my instinctive pout—a learned defense against Forth's antics. Succumbing to the exhaustion, I closed my eyes, opting for a nap to recharge before our awaited destination.

The distant echo of a curse reached my ears, swiftly followed by a jolt as Pha slammed the brakes. A hand pressed against my chest, preventing an involuntary leap out of my seat. Pha's quick reflexes saved the day. In the disorienting aftermath, it took me a few moments to grasp what had just occurred.

"Fvck Pha. What the hell?" Dazed and disheveled, I scanned the scene, finding Pha in a state mirroring my own. The shock settled in as I noticed a bike mere inches away from our car. The gravity of the situation hit me — if not for Pha's abrupt braking, a collision would have been inevitable. The realization sent a shiver down my spine, grounding me in the reality of the narrowly averted disaster.