OffGun August Collection of Drabbles 2023

Third paced through the hospital corridor, stopping from time to time to check the door to the emergency room. He was scared out of his guts, the traces of tears still visible on his pale cheeks. Bone and Two give up on stopping him from his restless walking and quietly sit on the uncomfortable plastic chairs. This situation was too familiar to him, and Third hated it. Khai got hurt because of him again. Yeah, it may be an accident, they occurred on the set sometimes, but if Third was more attentive, his husband wouldn't have to jump to his aid and push him out of the way from the falling wooden construction. That damned thing hit Khai straight to his head. Third will never get an image of his other half lying lifelessly on the floor with blood trickling from his head.  

"The family of Khunpol Krichphirom." The doctor stepped out of the room.

"I am his husband." The doctor looked him up from head to toe before speaking again.

"Mr Krichphirom suffer head trauma. Fortunately, there's no sign of skull fracture. We had to stitch the torn skin, though. He has a mild concussion. We will keep him here overnight. Your husband is conscious, and we moved him to the regular room. You can visit him. The nurse will give you the room number." The doctor explained. Third waied and bowed to him, thanking him. 

After getting the number from the nurse, Third, Bone and Two dashed to Khai. Third, planned to walk in calmly and scold his husband, but instead, he burst through the door with a teary face. 

"Khai, you idiot!" He yelled as he threw himself on his husband. Khai blinked a few times before his mouth spread into a wide smile. He wrapped his long arms around Third's thin waist, keeping him close. 

"I thought you would die, you stupid idiot." Third, continued rambling, and Khai just listened.

"Don't do this again. I love you." Third finished, kissing his stupid husband.