Author's note: Part 18/??
If Prem knew taking him to the hospital would end up in another tense staring contest, he would have gone there alone. Though Ten and Changma talked to each other politely, Prem could feel the hidden rage behind their words. It was like watching two bulls locked behind the iron gate before the rodeo ride.
"It's no problem, doctor Ten. Prem is my precious friend and employee. I can take him to the hospital." Changma forced a smile. That kind which said: "Whatever, just give up." Prem knew it all too well.
"No need, Chef Changma. It would be easier if I drove him. I am his friend and doctor, after all." Ten repaid him with the same tense smile. Prem didn't want to interrupt their exchange, but he had enough. His hand was throbbing with pain, and he longed for at least a short nap before he had to help in his grandmother's restaurant.
"P'Ma, I will go with Doctor Ten. You have a lot to do and don't try to deny it." Prem glared at his friend.
"Okay, If you say so, Prem." Changma surrendered to his decision.
"Good. Let's go, cook." Ten smirked at Changma as he grabbed Prem's bag and pushed him towards the door. Prem would have rolled his eyes at the childish behaviour, but it made his heart race instead.
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OffGun August Collection of Drabbles 2024
Fanfiction✅COMPLETED Collection of drabbles and short stories with OffGun and their various ships. Based on the prompt list by allourheroes and TitanPandora.
