Gemini

The Aftermath

I don't bother trying to unravel my theories and thoughts regarding my situation with P'Arthit as my stomach rolls uneasily and my head pounds with every step we take to the infirmary, where I can only breathe a sigh of relief once we finally reach.

The nurse checks me over and declares that I need some rest but that a hospital stay won't be necessary thankfully. After coaxing the nurse for several minutes, she finally allows me to go back to the dorms with the promise that Singto will keep an eye on me for the next few hours. He takes me back to my own dorm so that I can sleep in my bed to which I am eternally grateful for.

He heats up some broth to settle my stomach before closing the curtains so I can take a nap. I barely feel the cool washcloth that is placed over my eyelids before I pass out, the crash that always comes after being overloaded with adrenaline hitting my system harder than usual.

When I wake, after several dreamless hours, it's to my brother sitting by my bedside watching TV. The image is so eerily similar to the one that I had been reminiscing about earlier that I almost ask if P'Arthit is outside waiting for me, except I'm in my dorm and not in a hospital room.

Sing speaks without glancing my way, "Let's not make a habit of this, shall we?"

"Why not? It's amazingly fun for me." I croak sarcastically, my throat dry and in desperate need of some water.

He rolls his eyes as he grabs a glass from my nightstand that I missed seeing earlier and holds it out to me. I sit up and take a few sips, the cool rush of water rushing down to soothe the ache, before handing it back to him. I settle back against the headboard and allow for the quick appraisal he gives me to reassure himself that I have no lingering effects.

"You feeling better?" he asks, unable to help himself despite the fact that he can tell that I've mostly recovered.

A slight smile makes its way onto my face, "I'll live, if only to torment you another day."

"I wouldn't have it any other way little brother. Now," he stands now, grabbing the desk chair and placing it back in its place, turning back to me, "as much as I'd love to stay and recap about what just went down, I do have an exam tomorrow and I left my backpack at my room since I was not prepared for such an eventful afternoon. So, lunch tomorrow and don't even think about skipping out on me!"

He points his finger at me threateningly before leaving, the door clicking shut behind him before I can think of an excuse to avoid the interrogation. I sigh and turn towards the TV that my brother has left on, the show not even registering as my thoughts travel to the subject that's been lurking in the background since the moment I opened my eyes.

P'Arthit.

He knew it was me.

It was not a guess either, otherwise he would not have been able to react as quickly as he did as no symptoms had shown yet so if I had been Sing, he would have no reason to tell me to spit out that piece of banana.

I know he's been boasting of his ability to still tell us apart and there have been several times that he seemed to hint at knowing it was me but I couldn't help being skeptical.

Not that I don't want it to be true but there are so many reasons why it doesn't make sense.

I mean, If he knew it was me all that time, why go along with pretending I was Sing? He had plenty of opportunities to call me out on my deception but he never did, not once. I can understand not doing so at the first meeting when all the hazers were around as a favor for an old childhood friend, but what about at the mall when I showed up instead of my brother?

It's why I still can't help wondering if he actually always knew or had just figured it out recently. When you consider the vehement denial of my presence when I asked for "Kong" to join us that first time, the latter makes more sense.