Chapter 8 : Imprint
Through the transparent window, the first light of the day comes with the arrival of a new day, driving away the evil darkness like Ashura. The birds chirp impatiently on the tops of the branches covered with dewdrops, and the sky is clear. It was as if the strong hurricane that had occurred all night yesterday had not occurred. As if to say...good things are about to happen.
"Yes." The patient, who had slept soundly all night due to the effects of the medicine, was slowly waking up, groaning with a hoarse voice in his throat. His heavy eyelids slowly opened, and he saw the familiar ceiling.
Why are you back?
Phawis looked confused and fiddled with his body a few times. He found that every part of his body was as heavy as a lead weight, and his whole body was so sore that he had to lie back on the bed again. His sharp eyes flashed again and again, trying to wake up. Still groggy from the high fever, I thought about what happened?
Yesterday I went to talk about work, and then...
"Oh, because I did it myself." When the terrible memory of yesterday flashed into his mind, Win stopped laughing and whispered softly. He had expectations, so he was disappointed. And it was him who... made himself sick.
He should be used to someone's cruel and hurtful words, but when his ears clearly heard the other person saying how worthless he was, he rashly braved the rain to escape from the other person. Got out. I couldn't think of anywhere to go, and the first person I thought of was Brother Sin.
That's right. It's not surprising that P Sin would ask Kin to pick someone up when he's so sick.
Thinking about the young model like this, I couldn't help but smile bitterly. I didn't expect that he would be like this and become a burden to many people. Not only did he disturb Brother Sin's home, but he also made his cousin waste time looking for him. It was all because of his inexplicable fragility. .
Crazy, why do you think about things that make you depressed? Win.
The young man closed his eyes again. Although his body felt much better, his mood was exactly the same as yesterday. So he wanted to continue sleeping, and wanted to fall asleep forever without having to face everything in the real world, because at least he didn't have a nightmare last night.
It's much better than the nightmares I had before.
Fortunately, this time he didn't dream about the horrible dreams that lingered when he was a child, so that his body could have a good rest. Otherwise, he would probably not have the strength to wake up and face a new day. The owner of the body opened his eyes again, thinking that he should call the people downstairs to tell them that he was awake, but...
"!!!"
The person who was lying on his side opened his eyes and his eyes widened in disbelief. The hand that was reaching out to look for the phone suddenly fell to the edge of the bed. He blinked several times as if to confirm that what was in front of him was not a dream, because he was right there. There was a person sitting on the ground with his knees raised on the edge of the bed.
Someone he could recognize with just one look.
"No...fake..."
Win was very surprised because he never thought in his wildest dreams that this person would guard him when he was sick...Panachai.
The young man sat with his back against the bed, his head lowered as he slept soundly. One hand on the raised knee was still holding a small towel tightly. Although his back was turned to him, the hairstyle, body shape and atmosphere in front of him made the patient only dare to move his body. He looked at the lowered head in disbelief.
