OffGun June Collection of Drabbles 2024

Author's note: Part 12/??

Thanks to an unfortunate injury, Prem's day ended early. Changma took him home, and though he was told to take a day off, Prem refused. He couldn't leave his students. Of course, when grandmother and his sister saw him, they made a fuss. Prem assured them he wouldn't die, and exused himself to take a quick nap. The painkillers made him sleepy. Prem stripped into his boxers and slid under the warm blanket not bothering to take a shower. His eyes were almost closed when his phone pinged. Prem groaned, annoyed by the sound. He stretched his arm, picking up the device. His heart raced when he saw the message from an unknown number. 

"Hello, Cook. It's me, Ten. I hope you are feeling better." 

Prem sat up, exploring the text like something from another planet. His fingers were shaking as he tried to write his answer. 

"Where did you get my number?"

"I stole it from the admission papers. Are you mad at me?" 

Prem shook his head, laughing silently at the doctor's daring. 

"I am not mad. I didn't know you were the type to break the rules." 

"I am not. I did it for you." 

Prem's cheeks turned red. He slid back on the mattress, reading the last message repeatedly.

"Are you teaching tomorrow?" Another message popped up, making Prem smile.

"Yes, I can't leave my students without a teacher."

"Okay, but you need to be careful. I will be there to check on you." 

 The unfamiliar feeling spread through his entire body. He will see Ten tomorrow.