Chained

The General and his Duchess

Arthit can barely feel anything, even though he is conscious.

Where is he? Why can't he move his body?

Several voices floated thru the air but none of them familiar.

"Loss of blood. That's it."

"Good thing he was stopped before he kills this Nong."

"Not his fault!"

"He should have been on the Sanctuary!"

"Why did Yiwha let him leave?!"

And so on.

He tried to answer the last question. It was not Yiwha's fault for whatever had happened to him. Wait... what did happened to him?

"Wha...? Wha...?"

Warm hands enclosed onto Arthit's. The former head hazer tried to open his eyes to see who it was yet all he can see is a silhouette of a man wearing a pair of glasses. He was someone familiar yet the drugs in my system is clouding my mind.

"It will be alright N'Arthit. Just sleep." the voice floated like a lullaby "You're just a bit anemic so just let the drugs do their work and sleep."

The voice is so soothing that all Arthit could do is let slumber take him away to dreamland.

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ARTHIT'S P.O.V.

My body aches as if I was hit by a wrecking ball. What the fuck happened? I can't remember anything. Where am I? I groaned as I try to open my eyes but it feels like lead; I can't even lift a finger right now. So if I can't see where I am, I will try to use my other senses.

I smell the antiseptic in the air, hospital or some sort of clinic. Next, I tried to hear my surroundings.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Heart rate monitor. The steady dripping of the IV.

"Paging Doctor Panuwat. Paging Doctor Panuwat. Nurse's station please."

Hospital it is then.

I tried to calm myself down and willed my eyes to open. Shit, this feels like some sort of horror movie.

'Stop being such a chic Arthit and just calm down.' I told myself.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

Slowly, I willed my eyes to open. Even if it's difficult, I still willed it to open; hey, mind over matter right? I was so frustrated at first, but when I started to twitch, I gained much confidence. Once I opened my eyes, my sight was attacked by everything white. White ceiling and the blinding lights hurts my eyes.

I tried to speak but my throat feels dry.

"Here you go Ai'Oon." a soft voice floated in the air whilst a cup of water with a straw on it was pushed on to my face

I muttered a soft thanks to the kind person before promptly propping my head down the pillow. I closed my eyes again; it hurts with that attack of white from earlier.

"You've always been a little bit anemic when you were a kid." the voice said to me.

He... I presumed he because of that soft baritone, closed some of the lights based from the clicking sound.

"There... maybe this time, the lights won't assault your sight anymore."

Trusting that voice, I tried to open my eyes again once more. The lights are not white anymore but a subtle yellow, pin lights.