Transcending To You

Chapter 8: MESSING AROUND

As Bright departed from the tent, Win couldn't help but let a shy smile grace his lips as he reminisced about the sweet moment they had shared. His heart fluttered with the realization that Bright had reciprocated the kiss, and even more so at the thought that Bright had expressed his enjoyment of their time together. It was a glimmer of hope for Win, a sign that perhaps Bright wouldn't end their relationship soon.

Meanwhile, outside the tent, Bright found himself lost in thought, his mind drifting back to Win's condition. He knew Win must be in considerable pain, with no painkillers at their disposal to offer relief.

After hastily finishing his dinner, Bright made his way back to the tent. Upon his return, he found Win attempting to find a position that would minimize the pain from his wounds, though the effort seemed to be in vain as Win let out sighs of discomfort.

"Is it too difficult?" Bright inquired, his concern evident in his voice.

Win acknowledged Bright's return and immediately voiced his need to relieve himself.

"I'll help you," Bright offered without hesitation.

With gentle care, Bright wrapped Win in his blanket, ensuring it covered the injured areas. He then lifted Win into his arms, prompting Win to question his actions.

"What are you doing?" Win asked, puzzled.

"I don't think it's necessary for you to walk," Bright explained, carrying Win outside the tent.

Assured by the jovial atmosphere of the campground, where the other players were engrossed in merriment, Bright led Win to the toilets situated at the back of the area.

Navigating the dimly lit path, Bright assisted Win to the portable toilets, using the light from his phone to guide them. Once there, he helped Win inside.

"Aren' you leaving?" Win inquired, puzzled by Bright's lingering presence.

"Can you stand? No, right?" Bright asked, his concern evident.

"Standing here with you waiting is a bit too much pressure for me," Win admitted, "I can't really pee."

Understanding, Bright turned away, giving Win some privacy.

"Could you sing a song or something?" Win suggested.

"Sing while you pee?" Bright chuckled, amused by the request.

"Not because of that," Win clarified with a laugh, "It's just too silent here."

Grinning, Bright agreed, "Alright, let me try."

Bright began to sing a humorous old song, the lyrics filled with a whimsical charm:

"Daddy Daddy sugar daddy, let me have some sugar. I am going, I am going very low on sugar."

Win couldn't help but chuckle at the unexpected lyrics. It was unlike any song he had ever heard before. As Bright sang, Win found himself swaying along to the rhythm, the melody lifting his spirits despite the discomfort.

"Wait, let me finish," Win interjected between laughs, "Is this even a song?"

"Of course, it's a song," Bright insisted with a grin. "Are you done?" he inquired once he'd finished his impromptu performance.

"Yeah, need to wash my hands," Win replied.

Realization dawned on Bright. "Oh! Oh! I forgot to bring the water bottle to carry you," he admitted sheepishly.

"Now what?" Win asked, bemused.

Bright's smile returned. "Nothing, let me carry you back," he offered, lifting Win into his arms once more. "You can wash your hands once we're back at the tent."