"Shut your mouth! You want to be good, right?"
"Hey! Cool your heart. Talk to him slowly."
"But he is saying that in front of the people!"
"Okay. Please give them space. Move back, people!"
What I felt was that my surroundings were so chaotic which made me dizzy. The sound surrounding me rumbled in my ears. The silence covers everything when someone clears the situation. Although the voice is inaudible, I can guess that it was Sarawat who is speaking with some seniors.
The coolness from the white towel spread across both of my cheeks. I felt I was in a daze. My eyelids that are ready to close slowly are forced to stare at the person in front of me without blinking uncontrollably.
The feeling I have is like being born for the first time but I suddenly lost consciousness and fell asleep.
"Uhh..." I gently moaned when Sarawat gently touched my face.
"Tine... Are you okay?"
I would like to say that I am not okay but my strength to utter the sound is not lost anymore. One of the seniors then placed an inhaler near my nose so I could breath and to have my conscious back. My brain is now relieved.
I was moved to a new place not far from the original spot. I was in a white first aid stretcher which is located in a tent beside the bed of Boss. My body was surrounded by many seniors but the person who is in my veil of sight and never disappeared t is Sarawat.
"You don't have to talk."
"..."
"Move a little." It is good that many people cooperated with them too. Sarawat unbuttoned the back of the shirt before putting the cold cloth in the corner of my neck. Another senior is helping him blow air on the other side. "Sarawat, Nong Tine is okay now. Let's heal your wound."
"..." Sarawat did not answer. He just kept on asking me the same question again and again.
"Are you okay?"
"Erm."
"If you are not okay, don't force it." His thick hands reached my hands while releasing a compressive force to relieve anxiety. But I did not pay attention because I am only interested in the words of that senior who is chasing him to sanitize his wound.
Therefore, instead of looking at his sharp face, I scanned the whole body of this tall man. The veins on his face were leaking and because that person was sitting on the same bed as me, I noticed that his knees were full of blood. It is also swelling and is full of bruises.
I held his football shirt so hard. My heart twitched until I felt pain in my chest but I couldn't say anything.
The seniors came in again but Sarawat refused to cooperate. I don't know what to do. I don't want to see Sarawat being hurt...
"Sarawat, please release Tine so we can heal the wound first."
"This is just a small scratch. I need to take care of Tine now."
"Huh?! Ohh..." When I saw that he was not hurt by that wound, I cried. Like I will die if he will not go now. Red blood filled the knees until it smelled fishy and scattered all over the area. My hand still held his shirt. I am pulling it back and forth even with just a little effort.
"Tine."
"Hmm." I am crying like this so go and let them heal that wound!
"Sarawat, listen! My friend's clothes are all stained."
