The healing touch🦇 •Netjames•

11. Blood urgency

AUTHOR

"I'll deal with you later" Yim shot a sharp glare at him, his words dripping with a promise of confrontation later. With purpose in his stride, he headed towards the hospital, intent on attending to urgent matters. However, just as he was about to reach his chamber, his phone rang insistently, the caller ID revealing the distressing news: it was his sister.

Her panicked voice relayed the alarming message that their mother had taken a fall from the rooftop. Instantly, Yim's priorities shifted, his heart pounding with concern as he hastily changed direction, now sprinting towards the hospital.

Meanwhile, as fate would have it, Tutor and Net, unaware of the unfolding family crisis, found themselves on a collision course with Yim. Oblivious to the urgency gripping their colleague, they pressed on towards their destination, their steps purposeful and their minds preoccupied with their own tasks at hand.

NET SIRAPHOP

Tutor asked me with a sad voice, "Net?" "What?" I replied, still preoccupied with the recent incident. "Did you notice his nameplate?" he asked, clicking the elevator button. "Um, nameplate?" I responded, my confusion growing. "He's also a doctor" Tutor explained as we entered the elevator, finding it empty except for the two of us.

After a moment, the elevator came to a stop on the fourth floor. As the doors slid open, I found myself face to face with a guy whose hands were filled with papers.

It was James. "Are you Net?" he asked, a smile playing on his lips. "Yes" I admitted nervously, though I kept my demeanor cold in front of him. He didn't say anything, just nodded as the elevator door closed. Eventually, the lift reached the seventh floor. When the doors opened, James stepped out. I felt the urge to follow him, but Tutor intervened, grabbing my elbow and guiding me back to my chamber.

Tutor began by saying, "You're my best friend, you can't have James until I have my Yim, there ain't no choice!" Then, he made his way to his chamber. I screamed, furrowing my eyebrows, before unlocking my chamber door and entering.

AUTHOR

Meanwhile, upon finally reaching the hospital, Yim swiftly made his way to the designated floor as instructed by his sister. Racing through the corridors, his eyes fell upon his sister, seated on a bench, her tear-stained face revealing distress.

"Nong? What's wrong? Tell me," he implored, enfolding her in a quick embrace. "Phee, I'm at a loss. Please, we need to save mom! I'm here with the bodyguards," she pleaded through sobs. "Stay here. I'll go speak with the doctor, alright?" Yim reassured her, his gaze shifting towards a doctor emerging from the ICU.

Approaching the doctor, who held a stack of papers, Yim's sister, a 18-year-old, was met with the inquiry, "Are you her brother?"

Yim finally spoke, "Yes, doctor. Actually, my mom—" Yim was about to continue when the doctor interjected, "Yes, I know your mom lost a lot of blood, and her blood group is O+. You need to arrange two bags of this blood type within the next six hours."

With that, the doctor hurried off. "Rin, you should go back home, okay? I can handle all of this," Yim said, calling a bodyguard.

Yim attempted to call James, but there was no answer. Tears streamed down his face as he grappled with the overwhelming situation. He didn't understand how this had happened, let alone what he should do next. After a moment, one of the bodyguards took his sister away, leaving Yim alone with his thoughts.

Frantically, Yim pondered his options. He noticed that James was calling him back, so he hastily answered, not even allowing James a chance to speak. "James, I need help right now," Yim pleaded, his voice laden with desperation and fear.

James, visibly concerned, replied, "Yes, what?" as he listened to Yim's distraught plea for two bags of O+ blood. Hanging up the call, he felt a surge of uncertainty; he had no idea where to find the required blood type.

Stepping out of his chamber, he spotted Net engaged in conversation with a nurse, signing papers.

As he approached the nurse's counter, James leaned in, his palms pressing gently against the smooth surface. "Excuse me," he began, his voice carrying a note of urgency, "Do you happen to have two bags of O+ blood available?"

The nurse, her attention momentarily diverted, glanced up and nodded. "Please, give me just a moment," she replied, her fingers deftly reaching for the telephone receiver.

As James remained fixed on Net, observing his focused demeanor while he diligently signed the paperwork, the nurse's voice broke through the background noise, tinged with regret.

"Sir, we're currently out of stock for O+ blood," she repeated, her words laden with apology. However, James remained oblivious to her message, his attention solely on Net's actions.

Sensing James's distraction, Net, with a subtle smile playing on his lips, interrupted his concentration. "Stop looking at me and listen to her," he whispered softly, his tone gently chiding. James blinked, startled by the sudden redirection, and refocused his attention on the nurse.

"I'm sorry, sir, but we're completely out of stock," the nurse reiterated, her expression sympathetic as she delivered the news once more.

James's disappointment was palpable as he processed the information. "But it's urgent..." he murmured, a hint of sadness coloring his features.

Just as James resigned himself to the situation, Net's voice cut through the tension. "Wait," he interjected, reaching into the pocket of his apron where his phone lay. With a swift motion, he retrieved his phone and dialed a number, his movements quick and purposeful.

"Come to the counter, I'm here," he instructed tersely into the receiver before ending the call. A glimmer of hope flickered in James's eyes as he watched Net take action, his gratitude evident.

As Tutor approached, his usual quizzical expression on his face, Net took the initiative to explain the situation to him. "James needs two bags of O+ blood," Net relayed, his attention still divided between speaking and continuing his paperwork.

Tutor, with a warm smile, directed his inquiry towards James, curious about the urgency of the request.

James, feeling relieved that a solution was within reach, explained the situation to Tutor. "Well, I have a friend named Yim who urgently needs this blood," he elaborated, a sense of urgency evident in his tone.

Without hesitation, Tutor responded, his smile unwavering. "Of course, I have what he needs" he offered, gesturing for James to follow him.

With a sense of purpose, James followed Tutor, his fingers already dialing Yim's number. Yim answered the call promptly, his voice filled with anticipation. "James, did you manage to find the blood?" he inquired eagerly.

"Yes, I managed," James replied, relief flooding his voice as he conveyed the good news.

Yim, on the other end of the line, revealed that he was currently at a hospital and will send the address momentarily.

As Tutor led James into his house, the latter couldn't help but notice the unexpected sight of Tutor retrieving the blood bag from his fridge. Perplexed, James couldn't resist asking, "Why do you have blood in your house?"

Tutor brushed off the question with a nonchalant response, "I drink it," before swiftly making his way to the car, leaving James to ponder the cryptic remark.

Despite the oddity of the situation, James followed Tutor to the car, his curiosity piqued but his focus fixed on the urgent task at hand.

As Tutor took the driver's seat and began navigating the streets towards the hospital, James couldn't shake the feeling of intrigue surrounding Tutor's peculiar behavior.

Upon arriving at the hospital, Tutor parked the car and turned to James. "I'll wait for you here. You can deliver the blood to him," he instructed, his demeanor calm but resolute.

James nodded in understanding, grateful for Tutor's assistance yet puzzled by his decision to remain in the car.

With a sense of purpose, James exited the car, the blood bag securely in his possession, and made his way into the hospital.

•~• next chapter is about Net and James dinner date muhahaha wait for tomorrow 🙊•~•