You Taught Me Love

Chapter Two

Sky woke up with a pounding headache, his body aching and drenched in sweat. The room spun slightly as he sat up, and he realized with dread that he had a fever. His throat was dry, and his limbs felt like they weighed a ton. He groaned, leaning back against his pillow, trying to figure out what to do.

The first thing that popped into his mind was Prapai.

Without thinking twice, Sky reached for his phone on the bedside table, his fingers trembling as he pulled up Prapai’s number. He hesitated for just a second, not wanting to bother him, but the dizziness hit him hard, and he pressed the call button.

The phone barely rang twice before Prapai’s voice came through, full of concern. “Sky? What’s wrong? It's early in the morning.”

“I… I don’t feel good, can you bring me some meds?” Sky murmured, his voice hoarse. “I think I have a fever. I—”

“Where are you?” Prapai interrupted, his tone firm but worried.

“In my dorm,” Sky managed to say before another wave of nausea hit him. He groaned softly, struggling to keep his voice steady. “You don’t have to—”

“I’ll be there in a few minutes,” Prapai cut him off. “Just stay in bed.”

Before Sky could protest, the call ended. He let the phone slip from his hand, his head falling back against the pillow. The room swirled around him, but just knowing that Prapai was on his way gave him a sense of relief.

True to his word, Prapai arrived at Sky’s campus dorm not long after. Sky barely got up to open the door when he heard the knock. Prapai immediately went to his side and carried him to bed.

“Sky,” Prapai said softly, kneeling beside him and feeling his forehead. “You’re burning up.”

“How did you know my room?”

“I asked the lobby, they're kind of my friend.”

Sky blinked up at him, too tired to speak. Prapai didn’t waste any time, quickly setting down a bag he had brought with him. Inside were fever medicine, water, and a wet towel.

“I’ll take care of you,” Prapai murmured, his voice gentle as he placed the cool towel on Sky’s forehead. “Just rest.”

Sky, feeling the cool relief of the towel, closed his eyes, letting Prapai’s presence calm him.

Prapai stayed by Sky’s side the entire day, his worry never fading as he watched over him. Sky’s fever was high, and Prapai wasn’t sure if he was doing enough. He tried his best—making sure Sky stayed hydrated, wiping down his forehead with a cool towel, and checking his temperature every so often—but the sight of his friend in such discomfort made him feel helpless.

At one point, when Sky’s fever didn’t seem to be going down, Prapai decided to call his mother for advice. She was the first person he thought of when it came to taking care of someone sick.

“Mom, it’s me,” Prapai said softly as he stepped out into the hallway to take the call. “I need your help.”

“Prapai? What’s wrong? You sound worried,” his mother’s voice immediately came through, concern evident.

“I’m at a friend’s dorm. He’s really sick, and I don’t know if I’m doing everything right,” Prapai admitted. “He has a fever, and I’ve been giving him water and using a cool towel, but it’s not going down much.”

“Where are his parents?” His mom seemed worried too.

“Oh, well. His father lives in Lopburi, and we haven't heard from his mother.” Prapai slowly answered.