Secret Love Nest

Fine pt 1

It's was a battle...

Between Qing's will power and my irresistability...how did it all began? Let me give you the story.

So I'm a bit hurt, but it's just sprain. Why is he making such a big fuss about this? I'm a man, I'm daring and I'm a dancer. I'm a daring dancing man. DDM! Sprain and bruises are considered an occupational hazard that comes with the job.

But Qing is making a big deal out of it. Just because when he came home, he saw me with cloth bandage tightly wrap on my left ankle with purple bruises on my wrist, shoulder and side hip.

Fine! I have a coin size bruise on my temple too but that's because I didn't measured my moves and landed badly, my head connecting to a foot of a chair.

But apart from the ankle sprain, the bruises, a slight dehydration and the crutches, I'm good!

Maybe it's the crutches. Yeah, maybe that was too much for him so now he is not talking to me and avoid looking at me. It's the crutches, cause I can't remember saying anything in our earlier conversation that would anger him.

(The scene when Qing got home.)

He saw me standing on my one good foot, crutch on my left side and trying to get water from the fridge.

Qing: (immediately came to my side) What in the world...Dayu what happened?

Me: (shrugging) Dancing. Bad landing. I'm fine.

Qing: Fine? How can you be fine? (Inspecting me, gently turning my head from side to side) (Face turning stony) You have a bruise on your temple? How did that happened?

Me: (waving my hand) Oh, just some miscalculation on my part. Bumped it on a chair. Really I am fine...

Qing: You are not fine! Stop saying you are fine. You are in crutches for goodness' sake. Did you get your head checked in a hospital?

Me: (shaking my head, laughing at him) No, it's just a simple bump. No need to go to a hospital...

Qing: Are you kidding me? It's a head injury, you have bruises, you need to get that checked. (Took my hand) C'mon I will take you...

Me: No! I already had this talk with my dance coach, I am fine. Stop worrying...

Qing: How can I not worry? You are hurt. Dayu, let's go to a hospital.

Me: (adamantly shakes my head) No! No hospital! I am fine! You can see me, I am on my feet. I'm just a little shaken up but nothing so bad that some rest won't fix. (Smiling) Stop worrying...

Qing: (stared at me for a long moment) You really don't want to go even if I ask you? I'm worried Dayu...

Me: And I said there is nothing to worry about! This is like you having that injury. It's a small incident.

Qing: How is this the same as my injury? I went to a hospital for that wound, while you are stubbornly refusing a check up...

Me: (losing my patience) Because I am FINE! Sure I am a little banged up but I am fine. Stop worrying, there's no need to overreact...

Qing: (eyes going wide) Oh so now I am overreacting?

Me: No! Oh Qing please, you nagging at me about this is giving me a headache. I already have enough pain in my body to add headache on it. Can you just please stop worrying and let me rest? Keep it quiet for a while?

Qing stared at me again before his eyes turn to two cold black stone. He turn around, left me in the kitchen and went to our bedroom. Slamming the door close. I winced at the loud sound, really my head is starting to hurt.

And the "battle" begins...

We ate dinner in total silence, of course if you won't count the sound of the utensils. After dinner, the heartless man let me do the cleaning and the washing cause that is my job. And I stubbornly did it without asking his help. Why? Because...I AM FINE!

After the washing I found Qing in our bathroom brushing his teeth and getting ready to bed. I hobbled inside the bathroom, crutches and all, and did my best not to touch any part of him. I felt a slight pain when I tried sitting on the bathroom stool we have inside but I'm glad that Qing didn't seem to notice it.

Actually, the accurate thing to say is he is not looking at me, at all! Huh?!

I stretched to grab my toothbrush and the toothpaste. Then I started brushing my teeth, slowly and waiting my turn to the sink. After brushing his teeth and gurgling with mouthwash, Qing rinsed his mouth then left holding a towel to his face.

Again without looking or saying anything at me...

Me: (standing and looking at the mirror) I see...so that's how it is. Huh!

I struggled to wash myself with a towel then slip into my sleepwear. I gingerly hobbled into our room. Found Qing already on his spot, sitting on the bed while reading. I slowly make my way to my spot and sat carefully before as carefully lay down. I left the crutches on the floor.

I turn my body to him and look up at his serious face. Either that book he's reading is interesting or he is concentrating on ignoring me. I will vote but I don't think it will matter to the man beside me.

I sighed. This, right here, is a dangerous situation for me. I could let him continue to ignore me, stewing in his anger. Or I could get his attention and risk him starting to nag at me again. Goodness what to do?

In the end, I love the man. I understand that he is worried. I don't like it when he ignores me. No need to call a scientist for a decision to be made.

I raise my hand, slowly trail a finger on his arm.

Me: (pouting a little) Qing ah please stop being mad. I am sorry.

He continued reading. Deliberately turning a page. I sighed again.

Me: (still trailing a finger on his arm. Up and down then up and slowly down again) Qing ah...

He turn a page again. I can't believe him. He spent five minutes reading one page and just thirty seconds in another? Is it a picture book? Wow...

Me: (smiling, he can't resist my smile) I promise to go to a hospital tomorrow. Are we okay now?

Silence. Ear numbing silence. I am slowly losing my patience to the stubborn man. This is unfair! When I want to ignore him, Qing can easily get me to react to him. He won't stop bugging me until I give in.

(Tip: If you want to ignore Qing, don't! You won't be able to. The man is a force of his own. )

But with me...he is like this? Wow!

Me: (breath coming faster) Are you really going to be like this? Okay! Let's do it your way. Don't talk. But can you please turn off the lights now so I can rest. I am hurt you know, I need to rest.

But instead of turning the lights off, Qing closed the book then move to get up from the bed. I stared wide eyed as he snatch his pillow from the bed.

Qing: (brows almost meeting) Make up your mind! You are fine. You don't need to go to a hospital. I don't need to worry. I don't know if you notice how contradictory those sentences are with you are hurt and you need to rest. But whatever, right Dayu? (Sneering) Rest. Take all the rest you need.

He gave me one last piercing cold look before he turn to leave.

Me: Qing ah!

I sat on the bed so fast it wobbled and my whole body got jarred. I felt my world turn upside down and like a marionette cut off from his strings, I slumped back into the bed.

In short...I fainted.