"oh my angel, are you sick"
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"Of course he will wake up," the doctor reassured Chan, who was a nervous wreck. "From what I can see, it's a very severe case of the flu. The best thing to do is keep him in bed and keep him away from other people, and you need to take these." The doctor handed Chan a box of pill capsules.
"Tamiflu?" Chan questioned, examining the medicine in his hand.
"You could definitely be infected, especially since you two are," the doctor coughed awkwardly. Chan could tell the man wasn't homophobic, he just didn't want to discuss two teenagers love life.
"How'd you know?" Chan chuckled as he put the medicine down to run his fingers through Jeongin's hair.
"You told me with your eyes, it's obvious really."
Chan smiled at the doctor and nodded.
"Oh and the hickeys gave it away," the doctor added, standing from the bedside and shooting Chan a wink. Chan flushed, giving the doctor a playful glare.
"Take your meds!" The man yelled as the door shut behind him. Chan looked at the multiple pill bottles laying on the side table and let out a sigh. He didn't want to give them to Jeongin, to let him live his last few hours in a drug-induced haze.
"I'll take care of you, sweetheart, for as long as I can," he promised Jeongin, intertwining their fingers and giving the boys sweaty forehead a light kiss.
"God, if you're listening, I messed up. I'm so sorry for falling in love," Chan apologized once again to the silver moon that shone through the window and onto Jeongin's unconscious figure. A gentle squeeze was applied to his hands, and Chan's eyes snapped to Jeongin, waiting for anything else to move. Unfortunately, nothing else did, but that was all Chan needed to know that he shouldn't be apologizing for something as amazing as love.
Jeongin was out cold, Chan knew, so he decided to use this opportunity to do something he wouldn't be able to do again in Jeongin's presence. Chan stretched, knocking a frame off of the wall with his large appendages. He turned around and shushed the frame, even if it was an inanimate object. He picked it up with nimble fingers, tossing the broken pieces into the trash can. The photo inside the frame was of Jeongin and his friend The boy had freckles and a wide smile, his hair was an orange color. The pair looked happy and Chan wondered where the boy was now.
Chan sighed again and put the photo next to the pills. He laid his head on Jeongin's chest, listening to his heartbeat and let himself fall asleep holding the sick boy's hand.
