Phana felt himself going pale and his heart beat quickened. His hands turned cold and he gulped anxiously. He felt he could faint any minute. But if he wasn't a man with strong will, then he would.
But right now, he took quick, calm steps towards the patient lying on the bed and started examining him.
The patient was none other than his boyfriend, Arthit.
His lively eyes closed, his complexion sickly, with a knife wound on his stomach and lying unconscious.
At times like these, doctors must be given their due credit for acting calmly and doing their work.
Because with a composure only known by doctors, Phana moved his dextrous fingers to treat Arthit.
And all this time, his mind was as busy as his fingers.
Only one thought running through his mind, enough.
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It had been 8 months, only 8 months since they started dating. Their relationship was anything but perfect. And in these 8 months, this was the third time Phana was treating his unconscious boyfriend.
Phana still remembered their first meeting. Arthit was admitted with some minor wounds. But that time his sole attention was on tending to his wounds.
But as soon as that was taken care of, and Phana looked up to meet his eyes, he felt a spark, and judging by the way Arthit was looking into his eyes, he felt it too. There was an intense attraction between them.
Was it love? Or was it lust? He couldn't understand it. He just wanted to own that person.
And before the week was over, they started dating. Solely belonging to each other.
But the thing was, Phana was a doctor and Arthit was a thug. He himself couldn't understand to this day, what made them click. If he could say that. Because both of them were workaholics and didn't meet each other frequently.
But whenever they did meet, half the time they would fight. There was shouting and yelling and harsh words. But the next time they met, they would make up. And their making up was equally explosive.
It was smouldering, consuming and addicting love making. Their physical chemistry was just mind numbing.
Sometimes Phana even used to wonder that their relationship had only lust and no love. BeCause they did fight a lot.
And the beginning and cause of every fight was only one. Arthit's profession. The first time they fought was when Arthit came unconscious to him In the first month of their dating itself.
For Phana, it was unbearable. He asked Arthit to leave that world of his. And Arthit wanted phana to enter his world.
There was constant clashes between them, but like magnets, they would always, always draw towards each other. Bringing their relationship this far.
But Phana had enough. This constant fretting over Arthit's life. His soul leaving him everytime Arthit got seriously injured and his heart imitating a drum everytime Arthit did something dangerous.
There is so much a person could take. And Phana had enough.
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"Let's break up", those were the first words that Phana spoke to Arthit as soon as he gained consciousness.
There was confusion in Arthit's eyes, then sadness, then anger. His jaw clenched.
