SOTUS: I am YOUR Bodyguard!

26. The wait

The next chapter is up. Sorry for the long wait but just didn't have time to write it. I hope you'll like this chapter and sorry for the grammatical errors. Enjoy it while reading it :)

The song is Minseo - Star (Doctor John OST)

The Story continue after Krist was saved by Singto, Toptap, Alice and Tar

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Krist was sitting on the edge of his kingsized bed that Singto had prepared for both of them to lay on it and spend time together. For now, he wasn't the patient anymore so he gave his bed to another patient who needed it more than him. Worry was written over his face, he couldn't take his eyes from the man laying before him. He couldn't calm down at all, was feeling like he would lose his mind the longer the patient was taking to wake up. The heavily wounded Singto was laying in front of him on the bed, the quilt covering him till his stomach to warm him since he was having a high temperature. His face was pale that one wouldn't realize that he actually had a toned skin. There were a machine on one side that was measuring his vital sign and note any changes in his body. An I.V. pole with a blood bag and another fluid bag hanging on it was on the other side, blood and the halit mixed with medications were dripping through the tubes in his veins. Because of the heavy bloodloss he suffered due to the gunshot wound, he needed to get blood transfusion as soon as possible to survive.

Singto was in a critical condition but he didn't lose his good look that would make many girls squeal and fall in love with him. Krist bent forward, approached him and stared at his face for a long time. He wasn't appreciating his handsomeness but was rather observing him closely to see if he was about to wake up. However, his boyfriend stil didn't regain his consciouness yet. The doctor had taken care of Singto's injuries but he told Krist that he had done his best and the rest was upon the patient. According to his aunt, this night would be critical for the patient and he needed to fight on his own to survive. Despite the bad news, Krist didn't lose hope. He was grasping at the last tiny bit of hope and believing in his fan's strength. For an unknown reason, he was sure that his Phee wouldn't die so easily and leave him lonely. Even if he did not realize it himself, he changed a lot ever since he met his bodyguard. If he was the old Krist then he would had lost his hope and believe that he would leave him like his mother and P'Jun did.

Beads of sweat were forming on Singto's warm forehead. Krist took the folded handkerchief that laid on the small table beside the bed and wiped his Phee's forehead, cleaning the sweat that were dripping down his face. Krist was trying to not disturb his boyfriend in his sleep or hurt him than he already was so he was careful with his movement. The clean handkerchief went softly over the taller man's forehead. Despite the tender touches of the younger man, Singto didn't give any movement or sound from him to let the other man know that he was feeling his touch. The only sounds echoing in this patient room were the peep noises coming from the machines and the constant pumping of the blood pressure cuff around Singot's arm to measure his blood pressure.

Krist wanted to let his Phee rest and wait silently for him to wake up but he couldn't stand stil for a minute. He felt the need to hold onto his fan, whisper sweet and encouraging nonsense to him and let him know that he would stay by his side untill he woke up. The urge to stay closer to him was too stronger than his wish to let him rest. Finally, he took Singto's hand, closed it in his hands and gave a soft kiss on the back of his Phee's hand. „I know that you won't leave me behind... You won't leave me like they did...", Krist mumbled faintly, almost chocking on the last words. He felt a sting in his heart while reminiscing the persons who left him.

His eyes were filled with tears but despite the hardships he went through, he refused to let his tears out. His Phee was badly injured but he didn't die. No, he wouldn't die that easily either. He remained stubborn and decided to play the strong man since hed didn't want to show him his weak side and worsen his condition. He was waiting for 15 hours but he insisted on not letting the sadness swallow him whole and make him lose his mind. 15 hours were nothing than the 15 years he was waiting for his mother's return. If a matter concerned his Phee then he would be patient and wait for him to wake up. However, he couldn't control the hatred he felt toward himself for causing his fan's misery. He hated himself for being born with a silver spoon in his mouth. If only he wasn't a Sangpotirat then none of this would ever happen to him. The more he had to go through because of those hitmen, the stronger his desire to give them what they wanted was. He didn't even know why they were after him neither how he could escape from them. If only he knew the reason why they were targetting him then he would gladly give it to them to be able to live in peace. He didn't wish for more than have his bodyguard safe by his side and lead a normal relationship like every couple did.