SOLD TO THE MAFIA | SAILUBPON

CHAPTER 9

As the morning passed, Sailub kept a careful watch on Pon. Though he'd been sleeping soundly for a while, Pon's fever wasn't leaving Pon.

Sailub was getting more and more worried for Pon as Pon's state was getting worse..

His body still felt like a furnace, burning with heat that didn't seem to subside no matter how much Sailub adjusted the blankets or brought him cold water.

The worry was growing in Sailub's chest with each passing minute.

He gently shook Pon's shoulder, his voice soft but urgent. "Pon? baby.. wake up for me please.. please.."

Pon stirred a little, his eyelids fluttering open, though his gaze was blurry and unfocused. He tried to smile, but it came out weak, his lips barely moving. "Sai..." he murmured, his voice barely audible. "I'm okay... just a little tired..."

Sailub's heart sank. The fever had made Pon delirious. He wasn't okay. Not even close.

"No, my baby.. gosh this is breaking my heart.." Sailub said firmly, his hands moving quickly to feel Pon's forehead again. It was scorching hot.

"You're not okay. I need to take you to the hospital. You're burning up. We need to get you checked out, now or else something worse may happen." Sailub said again as he got up.

Pon blinked a few times, still disoriented, before shaking his head, his voice shaky with protest. "No, Sai... I'm fine... don't... don't worry about me... please."

Sailub's chest tightened. He wasn't going to listen to Pon right now he couldn't.

His priority was making sure Pon was taken care of, even if Pon didn't realize how serious this was.

Sailub was already reaching for his phone, dialing the private doctor's number he'd used before. But before he could speak, Pon started to shiver uncontrollably, his body wracked with the fever's intensity.

The sight made Sailub panic. He immediately scooped Pon up, cradling him against his chest, and rushed out of the room. He barked orders to his security team, "Get the car ready. We're going to the hospital. Now."

Within minutes, Sailub had Pon in the backseat of the car, his arms still wrapped tightly around Pon to keep him secure.

Pon was barely conscious, his breath shallow, but his body was trembling, each shiver making Sailub's heart race with fear, Pon's body was still burning hot.

The drive to the hospital felt like it lasted an eternity. Sailub couldn't stop looking down at Pon fighting the urge of crying checking his temperature every few minutes.

Trying to make sure Pon was still breathing, still hanging on. The thought of losing him made Sailub's stomach churn.

Finally, they arrived, and Sailub wasted no time. He was out of the car before it even came to a full stop.

He rushed Pon into the hospital in his arms. Doctors and nurses moved quickly, taking charge and ushering them into a private room.

Sailub didn't leave Pon's side for a second as they hooked him up to an IV, ran tests, and tried to cool his fever down.

Hours passed in a blur, Sailub standing by Pon's side, pacing the room, barely able to focus on anything but Pon's face.

His mind replayed the moments of fear, the terrifying thought that Pon could slip away. The doctors kept saying the fever wasn't life-threatening, that it was a viral infection, something in Pon's immune system just couldn't handle.

But that didn't make it any easier for Sailub to breathe.

He finally allowed himself to collapse into the chair beside Pon's bed, his hand still gently holding Pon's.