OffGun October Collection of Drabbles 2024

Salve (Ten/Prem) - Heal me with your food

Author's note: Part 22/??

Prem was nervous as he led Ten inside their family restaurant. Grandmother and his sister were already waiting for them. They immediately surrounded him, checking his injury. 

"Are you alright, honey?" His grandmother asked. The worry was written on her wrinkled face and Prem felt instantly guilty for his carelessness. 

"He will be if he won't use his hand for a few weeks." Ten decided to respond instead of him. The honest answer made Prem pout. He didn't intend to tell Grandma and Paeng the whole truth. 

"Phi! We told you not to overwork yourself." His sister punched his arm lightly.

"It's not that bad." Prem tried to dismiss their worry.

"N'Ten said not using your hand. It means it's bad enough to be worried." Grandma frowned and looked at the tall doctor. 

"Thank you for taking care of my irresponsible grandson." 

"Don't thank me. I did it because I wanted to." Ten smiled at the older woman. Prem felt like the air around the two. 

"Here's a salve for the injury." Ten handed the white can to the old woman. 

"Thank you, son. I hope you stay for a meal." She smiled, grabbed Ten's arm and led him towards the table. 

"Grandma, he's not your son." Prem pouted. His grandmother was shameless, talking about Ten as if he was a part of the family. Not that Prem didn't like that idea. 

"Not yet."