Why am I different? (M-preg) Completed

Ch.10 Week of Hell pt.2

First off I would like to thank all of my readers for following my stories despite the slow and almost non-existent updates. It is thanks to you that I strive to continue these stories. I know that it's really slow right now and it will be that way for the plot. I will soon write PhaYo and TinCan chapters. They won't be as often but that way we still can see their relationships develop, and of course that does mean 18+ chapters for all. This story is rated M not only for that but also because of the trauma that Kongpob will deal with. Please do continue to follow my stories by reading, voting, and please do comment. It helps me to know if I need to go in a different direction in the plot or fix any mistakes.

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Ch.10 Week of Hell pt.2

Kongpob's P.O.V.

The first three days went by with not too much incident, but today was horrible. Why? You ask. Well, let me start at the beginning.

*Day 4*

The morning started off horribly. I was late to class which made the Professor mad and caused me to be late to all my other classes. That was nothing compared to the yelling we got, and when I say we I mean Aim and myself. As the representatives for both Faculties, it was our responsibility to keep everyone in line and to make sure everyone shows up.

We had a meeting set up for 1700 (5 pm). At first, it seemed like everyone was coming, but once the clock struck 1700, we noticed that we only had ⅔ of our groups there. I looked at Aim and saw that he had the same facial expression as I did. We were scared.

P'Arthit walks up and starts hollering at us about Unity, and how we are showing disrespect to our seniors by not showing up. I started to shake slightly as his tone and words remind me of my Pa.

(A/N: Now I know some of you don't like weak characters, but for right now, Kongpob is weak and he will improve because of you know who. So please don't complain.)

P'Knot takes over and kept yelling and yelling, I started to feel unwell and started having trouble breathing. I slowly bright my right hand up and over my heart as the pain kept building and building. I knew that I wouldn't be able to keep on my feet much longer so I tried asking to be excused.

"I'm sorry P'Arthit but I'm not feeling well. Can I be excused?"

"Why?" -P'Knot

"I-I-I- don't feel well."

"No," -P'Knot said as he goes back to the yelling.

I try and focus on what he is saying but the memories in my head just rush forwards and without realizing it, I collapsed on the floor. I could vaguely hear people calling my name and trying to gently wake me up. My eyes were losing focus but before I passed out completely, I swear I saw P'Arthit look at me with concern in his eyes.

*Three hours later*

I awoke in the infirmary. The pain was gone and I felt relieved. I looked around and saw that I had an IV in my right hand. I tried to pull it out but I was stopped by a warm hand. I looked up and saw P'Arthit with a concerned look on his face. I looked around even more and saw P'Knot, P'Bright, P'Toota, and P'Prem. They all had similar facial expressions.

'Is this really P'Arthit?' I ask myself as he gently places my hand back on the bed and helps me to lay down.

"We already called your P's. P'Pha is on his way to get you. Do you want to talk about what happened back there?" -P'Arthit