Island of BL

Chapter 77: Gunnapat, Mark

A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

This is a continuation of chapter 56

Third Person POV

After Krist administered a new application of tincture of arnica on Gunnapat's injured ankle and after he wrapped it with an ace wrap, he informed Gun that by the following day it should have healed completely and he could take off the wrap and be able to walk around without any further problem.

"But if you feel any more discomfort, feel free to come back here and I will re-examine your ankle," Krist said as a parting advice.

"Thank you, nurse," Gunnapat said, standing on one foot while placing a little bit of weight on the other foot. As soon as Gunnapat stood up from his chair, he could no longer feel the floor under his feet. Mark had lifted him in his arms and was now carrying him out of the cubicle and into the reception area!

"Stop, Mark!" Gun protested.

"It's P'Mark," Mark corrected him as he continued to carry Gunnapat out of the nurses' area, "show some respect to an older person."

"I don't know about that," Gun said with some uncertainty, "but I would like for you to put me down."

"And limp all the way to your cabin?" Mark challenged him, "I don't think so."

Mark briefly set Gunnapat down just to press the service button for an elevator and then lifted him again to bring him inside the elevator.

"You don't even know where my cabin is," Gunnapat grumbled.

"My dear big baby, you are forgetting that I have been to your cabin once before to deliver your wallet and I have the number memorized in my head, okay?"

Gunnapat started to have a nagging feeling that he was going to face some trouble with this young man. He sounded too aggressive and too bossy. He was presumptuous as well, making him address him as P'Mark when he didn't even know how old he was.

Mark was right, though, about knowing where his cabin was located. In no time, they stopped in front of his cabin door and Mark set him down carefully and held out his hand to Gunnapat.

"Oh, you're asking me to pay you for carrying me to my cabin?" Gunnapat asked, already sliding his wallet out of his pocket.

Gunnapat received a painful flick on his forehead.

"I'm waiting for you to give me your key so I can unlock your door for you," Mark said with some impatience.

"You don't have to do that for me!" Gunnapat protested, "it's my ankle that's injured, not my hands or wrists!"

Mark let out a heavy sigh, "Stop trying to be independent and just give me your key already."

Gunnapat shook his head, a frown appearing on his face, but obediently handed Mark the key to his door.

Mark inserted the key into the keyhole and turned the doorknob and pushed it open. Then before Gun could protest, he lifted Gun in his arms once more and carried him inside, setting him down gently on his bed.

"Thank you..." Gun was starting to say but Mark had already turned around and closed the door of his cabin and locked it.

Gun stared at Mark wide eyed, his mouth slightly opened in frightened surprise as Mark slowly walked back towards him, a slightly wicked smile lifting the corners of his mouth.

"What the hell, Mark..." Gun muttered, slowly inching farther away on his bed, towards the wall.

"It's P'Mark, why is it so hard for you to address me with some respect," Mark said as he climbed onto the bed, making Gun lie down against the soft large pillow.