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His face was buried under the water.
Blurred vision, suffocating breaths, freezing cold.
Q opened his eyes fully, only to wince at the dim sun rays, peeking from the closed curtains of his room that were sending lances at his forehead, blue. Each breath was hurting like someone fucking pierced his throat, something was striking in chest.
It was aching, burning like lava, hot, he was so fucking hot. But it not only felt like he was getting fried in the fire, there was something cold too, skin deep, buried in his body. Even a little movement was hurting him like a snake was coiling around his body, breaking his limbs and ligaments.
Q tried to steady his breath, tried to sit up but his head felt like it would fall down from the pivotal joint and would roll on the ground. It felt like someone was pulling his hair, pain was shooting, sinking into the soft flesh of his brain, hitting his skull.
Q knows that he should get up and take medicines, he can't even if he tried, call somebody and tell them about his health but honestly he was too tired and too independent to do that.
From the start, after his Grandfather's death, he had tried to take care of everything, from his passion to eating, from taking care of others to his finance and even though he was still dependent upon his parents for his studying he had mostly taken care of his other needs by himself, by doing his part time job. He didn't want to worry his parents that were already so busy with all the work.
It was also rare for Q to get sick, cold and headache were something he felt rarely, it was almost rare like the wood in this universe. So, instead of taking his phone that was on the bedside table only and ringing other's phone he chose to sleep a little more, hoping that his health gets better and his headache stops, so that he can go to his college. <Like hell it works like that:(
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He woke up after an indefinite amount of time feeling nauseated, headache that he was sure almost crushed his skull and that fucking neck ache, oh, not only his neck ache, his whole body was twisting and hurting. Even his breathing was restricted this time, nose and throat swollen. His chest will burst open, his ribcage would be shattered and lungs fallen onto the ground. He hoped not.
A sudden lurch of nausea sends him straight to sitting, he tries to stand up only to find whole world revolving around him, his feets touched the cold tiles of his room sending a sharp shiver through his body, he took the little steps and it felt like his head was punched and his gut was roiling.
He hurried to the attached bathroom of his room ignoring the aching that he felt could kill him. He didn't vomit but he felt like his soul would surely jump from the force. Q stumbled back to the room, tumbling a little at the table, his head spinning like a top.
He sat on the bed, taking the cold glass of water in his hand, his throat spasms at the mere thought of drinking that ice cold water.
For the next few minutes there were no movements in his body, and the next movement he was taking his phone in his hands, if he didn't call now, maybe the next time someone would find him blanking out in his room.
Q opened his phone, his eyes struggling against the brightness and dialed his boyfriend's number. He had decided that Toey would be the first one to know about his conditions, no matter what Q was most comfortable in talking about his problems with Toey, his Nong NamPhan.
Honestly speaking, Q was feeling a little (not little) guilty for making Toey worry about him but he also totally didn't want Toey to think that Q didn't trust him, Q knew that Toey was sensitive despite the bright smile he threw at everyone.
“Hello? P'Q?” He heard Toey's honey-like sweet voice coming from his phone and his lips instantly curled into a smile despite the growing pain.
“Toey” He realized that it was him who spoke, his voice sounding hoarse and rough. He coughed a little, feeling like his throat would slit open then and there.
“P'Q, what happened? Are you okay?” Toey's voice was alarmed, full of worry adding to the guilt Q was already feeling. But he will talk no matter what, Toey was his boyfriend and if he didn't try to take a step ahead in their relationship, what type of boyfriend he would be.
“P'Q?”
“Not okay, It is too cold and it hurts fucking too much.”
“Did you take medicines?” Toey asked and by judging the background noise Q knew that Toey was already packing his things. “Toey, listen–”
“Did you take medicines, P'Q?” Toey asked this time his voice was serious along with the concern.
“I didn't but I will, there is no need to come here and skip your classes.” Q said because the last thing Q wanted was to be the reason for Toey to skip his classes, he didn't want to be a burden.
“P'Q is more important, I am coming there, wait for me.” And with that Toey cut the call leaving Q flabbergasted and blushing and with his bad or worse whatever health. Q again laid down on the bed, too tired, too sick, laid there snuggling in the blanket with the cloak of guilt wrapping him.
.....
Toey came, pressed the bell, no one answered and it wasn't like he didn't know something like this would happen. He sighs worried, his heart beating faster than usual, it wasn't common for Q to get sick and it was not common and super rare for Q to not come to the university.
Truth be told, he was already worried about not seeing Q but his concern doubled when Q called him and spoke with a hoarse voice and coughed between words. He used the spare key Q had given him, yes he was really lucky.
He would call himself the luckiest person in the world to get Q, his Pencil Senior, his inspiration, his love, his significant other, someone who was ready to understand every fathomless part of his heart.
...
Toey first went to the kitchen instead of Q's room to make something good for Q. He remembered his grandmother making his delicious soup noodles and dumplings for him when he got cold. In reality Toey was the complete opposite of Q, where Q never got sick, it was not a big deal for Toey to get sick.
There wasn't enough time and that's why Toey had already bought the frozen dumplings from the market, he hurriedly chopped the veggies and put them on the gas to boil.
It was Toey's first time in Q's kitchen alone making something, even though he spent more time in Q's home rather than his.
Toey set the noodles to boil and took out all the seasonings, salt, curry powder, pepper, chili powder, chili oil and spring onion that he bought along with other veggies.
...
He opened the door of Q's room, there were no lights on nor the curtains were open. Toey put the soup and the warm water on the table then he walked slowly on his toes towards Q's bed and watched his boyfriend laying there shivering with cold. His heart broke at the sight, he had never seen his P'Q, his boyfriend like that, so small, pale, fragile.
Toey out his palm on Q's forehead and instantly cursed, his hands coming back with the reflex. Q was burning. He swallowed a curse that he was going to direct towards Q for not calling him early, he was sure that his careless boyfriend was avoiding calling him.
“P'Q,....P'Q?” He called and Q finally looked at him, his eyes not opening properly. If Toey was any lesser man he would surely swat Q for his carelessness but thankfully he wasn't and he was sure that it was already hurting Q too much. He put his arms around Q, making contact with his burning body.
He slowly helped Q in sitting and put the pillow behind Q's back. “Toey I am–” Q called him weakly and Toey put his finger on Q's chapped, burning lips already knowing what his boyfriend was gonna say. He took the medicine he bought from the pharmacy and gave a pill to Q.
Q silently chugged the water and swallowed the pills but when it came to drinking syrup, he was like a child, whining, and then getting scared with Toey glare.
In no time the whole glass of water was finished and Q had finally eaten his medicines. “P'Q, here is the soup I made. I don't know if it is suitable for your taste but I am sure it is healthy for you. My grandma used to make this for me.” Toey explained.
Q opened his mouth with no protest and swallowed down every drop of soup Toey had made. He gave him a weak smile and in return Toey kissed his forehead, his head was still burning as it wasn't like before. Toey out down everything on the table and climbed on the bed, cuddling closer to Q.
“You're going to get sick, Nong Toey.” Q said worriedly.
“It's okay, I was sick just a few weeks ago, go to sleep, when you wake up I want to talk to you.”
“What–”
“Shh, sleep for now, don't worry about all the things, just focus on what your boyfriend is saying and sleep.” Q hummed as Toey rocked him to sleep.
Q felt like his head was getting lighter and his body warmer, he snuggled comfortably in his boyfriend's hold, feeling the light, faint touch of soft fingers massaging his scalp and he didn't know why but he felt like all his pain was flying away.
He smiled, tears glistening in his eyes as he was lulled to sleep, feeling the soft press of Toey's lips on his forehead.
.....
When Q woke again, he was feeling mostly normal, drenched in the sweat he was no longer cold. Toey was nowhere to be seen, so Q tried to get not before feeling a little disappointed at the lack of cuddling, his head no longer throbbing. Yes, there was still a small ache but it was nothing hurtful like before. He scanned his room. The Toey bag was still there, so he was still there with him. Oh course he knew that, Toey wasn't going anywhere when he was that sick.
Suddenly his eyes got fixed on the tiles of the room, the floor was mostly wet and there were hints of colors spilling there too, his bottle of blue water color only half filled was also there.
He tilted his head in confusion when suddenly he remembered, “oh”
“Oh fuck” He cursed. When Q stood earlier feeling nauseated he staggered at the table, maybe that's when he spilled his colors.
On one side he was annoyed with his idiotic self, on the other he was super happy, ecstatic to have Toey as his boyfriend that cared for him so much. He was really lucky.
“P'Q, you are awake” Toey entered the room and sat on the bed next to Q. He brought his palm to Q's forehead and touched to see if he still had a fever. “P'Q you no longer have fever.”
Q nodded, “Thanks to you, baby.”
“Yeah? Thanks to me?” Q hummed putting his hands on Toey's hair.
“Then why didn't you call me early,” Toey swatted at his hands, “I am so worried, I am telling you P'Q, if you don't call me when you are in problem……I will…..I will no longer love you.”
Q smiled at his boyfriend's childish antics, “Yeah, you can do that?” He questioned even though he already knew the answer. Toey pouts.
“I can't……but still you have to call me okay?” Q nodded.
“Good” Toey came forward, wrapped his arms around Q and pressed his lips to Q's.
“Your reward,”
“That's it,” Q said and then lurched forward kissing every part of Toey's face as Toey giggled and laughed, showing all his teeth.
Later Toey will nag him to get a bath and Q will protest dramatically but let Toey drag him to the bathroom.
Later Toey would comb his slightly long hair and give small kisses to him.
Later he will cuddle with Toey and let Peem scold him for not answering his call.
But that is all for later, for now he will attack Toey with kisses and feel like he was in heaven.