The art of falling in love

Chapter 5: Sickness

Do I need to tell you who they are ? 

*** Ming POV

I sigh trying to remain calm. I am not a patient person or one who particularly likes to take care of others. How the fuck did I get myself in this situation?

It all started when I was going home and saw my senior pale and shivering ready to faint any minutes. So I proposed her to drop her off but ended up carrying her to her bed as she was really weak.

She asked me to buy drugs for her and I couldn't say no. Instead of spending the day quietly doing what I want, I find myself shopping.

I did as have a compensation though, as a thank you she left a peek on my cheek stunning me for a while. She must have been really sick to become so soft.

That's how I spend all the afternoon taking care of her and eventually she threw up on me when I was helping her. I don't particularly like taking care of others, I couldn't have been a nurse or a doctor. But if there is one thing I hate it's this, be vomited on!

Washing my shirt I asked her for the fifth time if she didn't want to go see a doctor or call one of her friends but she refused, not wanting to bother them. Then what about me? It's not a delightful activity to risk having vomit.

"I think I'll sleep a little Ming, you can leave. Thanks for today" She said with a little smile.

"You're sure you'll be alright on your own?" I ask her hoping hard she won't make me stay.

"Yes don't worry"

It's when I closed the door that I realized how much tending sick patient wasn't my thing. I really admire P'Kit for choosing to be a doctor. This is just not my thing.

I dial the now familiar number and start ranting on my afternoon, feeling already better. The disgusting smell almost a distant memory.

"Can I come by? I don't want to eat alone" I ask him, wanting to improve my day.

"I don't know if it's a good idea, I might be covering something"

"What? Why didn't you tell me?"

I've been blabbering about my life for a while, I should have guessed that something was off.

"I'm coming" I state hanging up.

I accelerate my steps, stopping on the way to buy chicken soup for the second time today. P'Kit have an exam coming up, he needs to be in shape.

I knock a little harder than usual, afraid of the state he might be in. knowing him he must have minimize his state not to worry me. If I learnt one thing spending time with him it's that he hides behind his grumpiness, an attentive and considerate personality. A little too much for his own good.

"You shouldn't have come" he tells me in a weak tone.

I look at him from head to toe, I knew I was right. He's way too pale.

"Go sit down I'll heat the soup"

Kit sits his frail body on the chair clinging to the table.

I approach him worried. I'm afraid he will pass out. I put my hand on his forehead and lean more closely.

"Uh... So so how did it go?" He ask turning his head away.

I grab his chin to make him face me and curse in my head. His cheeks are too pink, he might have more fever than I thought.

"With what?" I ask, focus on how to help him.

"It can't have been only bad taking care of her. You must be closer now plus you got to spend time with her. Taking care of your loved one is something that often happens in drama. I guess it's because that's when you realize how important the other is."