Ishman | one shots♡| Top Shubman💙| BOOK 1

🔞30. (P2) Treat Me, Doctor

*third person's POV*

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When he woke up, he saw Ishan still sleeping. God, he made him so tired by making him cry. That was never the way he'd wanted to make him sleep and worn out.

He didn't have anything else to do, so he just looked at Ishan's face, noticing how beautiful he was, even while sleeping. His lips parted slightly with a smile and front hair covered in just a thin layer of sweat. His nose was so cute and small and his cheeks were a perfect shade of pink right now. The blush was there, but not too visible either.

He then noticed Ishan was clutching onto his shirt so tightly and breathing in deeply. Shubman felt something in his heart again. The same thing he felt when he was listening to Ishan talking about the medicines while they were alone in his room, with Ishan sitting on the table.

Shubman felt scared. For the first time in his life. Scared, that Ishan will wake up and want to run away.
But Ishan did wake up, which was after a very long time of Shubman staring at him.

Ishan didn't pay much attention to his surroundings when he woke up. He felt warm, and it felt nice. He snuggled more into whatever was keeping him warm and sighed contently. He loosened his grip over Shubman's shirt and buried his face inside the coat instead.

"So warm..."
"Doctor?"

Shubman said, and Ishan's head snapped up suddenly, his face going all red and he realised he was in fact over him. He tried to get up, but before his head could hit the roof, Shubman covered it with his palm.

"Uhm- I- thank you- and I-um- I'm v-very late for work now-"
"... Don't worry... I.. kinda asked them to give you an off"
"Y-you- um.. h-ow-"
"I'm Shubman Gill... You forget that sometimes"

And god, Ishan wanted to say no. He remembers. He remembers it very well. The same guy who was nice to him, then rude, and is now nice again and Ishan's scared that if he makes a wrong move, he might hurt him again.

"P-p-lease j-just d-don't hurt me"
"You've been sleeping over me for the past 4 hours, Doctor... Hurting is nowhere even close to my intention"
" ... Thank you"
"It's alright... It was my duty... I hurt you, and I didn't mean to.. but you're just so soft and I didn't realise that you were crying..."
"...y-you.. I-um.. Y-you're keeping me warm"
"... Y-you like it, right?"
"..yeah"
"...Do you want to go home, or to your house?"

Ishan's heartbeat rose. He wanted to stay like this with Shubman. His good side. His caring side.
"...I- I don't want to leave right now"
"...that's fine... Let's go in the back.. there are much more comfortable chairs there and also a small screen... You can watch a movie there.."
"A-are you.. going?"
"No, I'm coming with you"

And god, Ishan doesn't even know why, but he didn't want to he alone right now. He wanted to keep laying in Shubman's arms like that. It felt safe, and warm. Shubman didn't even let him walk. He opened the door and picked up Ishan as he was in his lap, and went into the back, which looked like a fucking lounge inside a car. There was a huge seat, just like a couch and two seats in front of that. And in the middle of those two seats, was a small screen, big enough for a car.

There were cushions and blankets and a few cans of various drinks. Without a delay, Shubman adjusted the seats a little and then laid down. His top part over the sofa and legs on the chair in front of him.

They were on a pretty silent road. Only trees all around. Hardly any resident. They had neither seen any car pass by nor any trespasser.

Ishan was again laying over Shubman and he chose a movie to watch. Shubman didn't say anything and let him do what he wanted. Ishan looked much happier like this to him. The happiest he'd seen him.