Claimed by The Virus

12. Dumb Fever & Kiss

Arthit woke up, blinking his eyes open slowly. He felt sluggish and hot.

He got up from the bed but held the table beside him quickly. Everything in his vision was spinning, he sighed. His class is in two hours, maybe he could rest for an hour first but then he remembered he had an unfinished project and it's due today

Cursing, he slowly walked to his bathroom. Maybe a cold shower will help him, his body felt hot. Too hot for his liking. Please don't let it be a fever

Luckily his ability is ice, from time to time he put his hand on his face to cool himself down but it's not working and using his power actually made him more tired than he already was

His phone rang

An unknown number

He picked it up, "P'Arthit?"

The fuck? Kongpob?

"M-my number. How..?" he really can't think right now, his voice hoarse

"Are you okay?" he could hear the worry in Kongpob's tone

"What is it, Kongpob?" gosh he didn't mean to sound angry but his fever was really getting into him

"Where are you? Your room?"

"yeah, what-" he got cut off by a knock on his door

It can't be, right? Arthit prayed silently

He opened the door, revealing Kongpob holding the phone to his ear

"How are you here?" he ended the call

"I asked your room number from P'Bright"

damn you, Bright

"why are you so pale, P'?" Kongpob reached out to touch him, he stepped back but stumbled instead because his legs felt weak

Kongpob caught him before he could kiss the floor, he gasped when he touched Arthit's body "P'! you're burning up!"

He could hear Kongpob's worried voice as his vision went dark

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Kongpob was staring at the unconscious man in his arms, he snapped out from the shock and lift Arthit in a swift motion, carrying him towards the bed.

He put Arthit down gently, staring at him a minute too long. Those pale white skin would look good with his marks on it, he could feel himself drooling.

Dammit Kong. So not the time

He regrets thinking about Arthit like that. 

okay, maybe not. Stealing a glance, he gulped. Defenseless Arthit looks so innocent.

He slapped himself mentally and wiped his drool before checking Arthit's temperature, and now he is sure that Arthit has a fever. He decided to text P'knot, see if he could tell the professor that Arthit is sick and he had to take care of him so both of them won't be attending today's class.

Receiving an okay from Knot, he went down to the cafetaria to buy porridge for Arthit. He met Prem on his way though.

He waii at the senior "Oh.. It's you Kong. Have you seen Arthit? He's not picking up his calls"

Oh so that's why Arthit's phone was ringing non-stop.

"He has a fever, so I'm on my way to buy him food and medicine" he said.

"What? But he was okay yesterday. Then you can go, Kongpob. I'll take care of him" Prem said walking away but Kongpob held his arm fast.

"Wait. P'" Prem stare at him weirdly.