Who needs enemies with friends like Ming

Wayo's P.O.V ~

After I call for Ming, I rush over to see if Phana is still breathing. Slightly overreacting sure, but I'm not watching my baby daddy (if I was a girl and could have babies) die from exhaustion, he is the most important part of my life apart from my family of course, who live in Chang Mai. He is breathing but burning hot, and his sweaty bangs stick to his forehead before I brush them back with my hand like I am touching thin glass instead of a grown man. Poor Phana must have overworked himself and not eaten at all because of the piles of work still stacked neatly on the table, and while I admire his determination, he shouldn't allow himself to get this ill.

I hate to see him like this, sick and exhausted. I feel the overwhelming urge to take him home to treat him like he does his patients, with care and the utmost attention. I caress his sweaty hair lovingly, smiling at being close to the man I love and the plausibility of taking care of him for a few days. Ming dashes in to piggyback Phana to Kit or Beam, since he is the stronger one out of the both of us. We arrive at Kit's coincidentally, where he lays my NaNa on the small couch and let's his wifeu to be examine him.

Minutes pass with no indication of how my hubby is and it's killing me, my stomach churning as I wonder, is this how Ming feels when I get depressed over Phana? I can understand why he did what he did today and thank the heavens for his actions. Many more tense moments slog by, until kit stops prodding Phana and Ming finally lets go of me. "This dumbass has overworked himself and even though this is what we were told no to do in medical training, he has let his stubborn work ethic cloud his common sense. Wayo's, you looks the most caring here, take him back to his apartment and nurse him back to health. Mingkwan, drive him and get back here only after they are set up. I'll cover for now.", Kit barks. He would be scary but with his dimples he looks more like an angry kitten.

I feel my face heat up at the thought of being alone with Phana, but I have to remind myself that I am there to do my job just at a different place. Once again, Ming had to haul my patients heavy ass out to the car, while I still attempt to not die at the event to come. We are driving as fast as we can, as Ming needs to get back and Phana needs to be at home, for me to make him healthy again. The true test of my stamina will be whether I can accomplish my mission and be alive to tell the victorious tale.