The healing touch🦇 •Netjames•

16. Over before it even start

JAMES SUPAMONGKON

After attending to 13 patients, I finally got a break. I reached for my phone to check the time, but before I could glance at the screen, there was a sudden knock at my door.

I looked up to see Yim coming in, and he quickly shut the door behind him, locking it. "James, do you know what just happened?" he asked, his voice urgent. He rushed over to my desk, placing both hands firmly on it.

I had no idea what was going on. "Why? What's happened?" I asked, trying to make sense of his sudden appearance.

Yim pulled a chair close to my desk and sat down, his expression a mixture of excitement and fear. "The person you've been seeing—the one you're involved with—is a vampire," he said, his voice low but intense.

I blinked at him, not quite comprehending what he was saying. "Who are you talking about? What vampire?" I replied, my surprise evident in my tone.

"Yes, they're vampires," Yim said, staring intently at me.

I was taken aback by his words. "I'm seeing someone? Who are you talking about? Huh, I'm too tired for this. Save the jokes for later," I replied, trying to brush him off as I began to stand up.

But Yim wasn't letting this go. He quickly added, "Net is a vampire, and Tutor is also a vampire. We died for them somehow. We were their past lovers, but they're still alive."

It felt like a bolt of lightning had struck me. What on earth was he talking about? His words were like a cloud descending over my head, heavy and ominous.

"Are you out of your mind? This is not the time for your jokes, Yim," I said with irritation, trying to get past him to unlock the door.

Yim grabbed my wrist firmly, preventing me from leaving. "James, I'm serious. I can give you proof. Just believe me! If we fall for them again, we might end up dying again!" His eyes were pleading, filled with a sense of urgency.

I looked at his hand on my wrist, then back at him, sighing heavily. "Fine, show me your proof, but this is ridiculous," I said, shaking my head and unlocking the door. I was still convinced this was all some kind of prank or an elaborate ruse.

Yim nodded, clearly relieved that I was at least willing to listen. "Okay, come with me," he said, leading the way out of my office. I couldn't help but wonder what kind of bizarre scheme he had cooked up this time.

Yim grabbed my hand and led me to a secluded area. It looked like a rest room or a changing room, dimly lit and somewhat isolated from the rest of the building.

As we approached, Yim leaned in close to my ear and whispered, "Don't make any noise, just listen to what they're saying."

I was confused, but I decided to go along with it. As we stood by the door, I could hear voices coming from the other side. It was faint at first, but then I caught snippets of a conversation.

"I even gave him the bracelet he gave me in 1889," a voice said, followed by a light laugh. The voice sounded familiar, and after a moment, I recognized it—it was Net's voice.

Then another voice spoke, a bit quieter but still audible. "Yim didn't even give me anything in 1889. But he gave me one thing." Based on what Yim had told me earlier, I knew this had to be Tutor. My heart raced as I tried to process what was happening.

"What did he give you?" Net asked, clearly curious. Tutor replied with a hint of emotion in his voice, "His heart." Net chuckled, the sound echoing through the small room.

I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't know what was going on or why Yim thought they were vampires, but I needed answers. I pushed open the door, feeling a surge of adrenaline.

The room fell silent as Net and Tutor turned to look at us, their expressions a mix of surprise and annoyance.

"What are you guys doing here?" Net asked, his voice filled with suspicion. His eyes darted between Yim and me, as if he was trying to piece together why we were eavesdropping.

Tutor, on the other hand, seemed more concerned about something else. He leaned toward Net and spoke in a low voice, "You didn't lock the door?" His tone was hushed, but it carried a sense of urgency.

I stood there, not sure what to say. Yim was beside me, clutching my hand tightly, his eyes wide with apprehension. It was clear we had stumbled into something we shouldn't have, but I couldn't tell if it was a secret meeting, a private joke, or something far more sinister.

"Net? Could you please tell me what that was all about?" I asked, trying to sound as if I was on the verge of tears. I couldn't help it; I was overwhelmed and the sadness in my voice was real.

"Wh...what?" Net stammered, clearly caught off guard. In his confusion, he accidentally knocked over a milkshake bottle, spilling its contents across the floor. He looked flustered, and I could see his mind racing to come up with an explanation.

"I'm talking about the bracelet," I pressed, my tone shifting from sad to angry "Who gave you that bracelet?"

Net seemed at a loss for words, hesitating as he tried to find something to say. His eyes darted around the room, as if searching for a lifeline.

"Why aren't you answering me? What are you hiding?" I demanded, my patience wearing thin. Net's silence was only adding to my frustration.

"You... you gave me.. this," he finally managed to say, pressing his lips together as if he wished he could take the words back.

"We just met," I shot back. "It hasn't even been a week since we started talking" I leaned in, my anger building as I saw him falter.

Net was about to reply, but Yim cut in before he could get a word out. "Why are you guys hiding the fact that you're vampires?" he asked bluntly.

Tutor's reaction was immediate. His face contorted with anger, and he snapped, "Shut the fuck up, Yim!" The force of his words made us in the room flinch.

"Why should I? I'll tell everyone that you guys-" Yim began to shout, but before he could finish his sentence, Tutor lunged at him, clamping a hand firmly over Yim's mouth.

"Would you just stop talking? We're already explaining everything!" Tutor snapped, his voice filled with frustration. He held Yim tightly, preventing him from saying another word. Yim struggled to break free, writhing in Tutor's grip, but Tutor's hold was too strong.

"James, please listen to me," Net pleaded, his voice desperate. But I ignored him, my focus solely on Tutor and Yim's chaotic struggle. I turned to Tutor and said, "Let him go!"

Tutor glared at me, his hand still pressed against Yim's mouth. "He's mine, James! What's gotten into you?" he shot back, his eyes narrowed with anger.

Net stepped toward me, seemingly trying to calm me down, but my eyes caught the glint of a knife lying on a nearby table. Without thinking, I grab outstretched hand slashed at Net's

To my shock, the wound on Net's hand healed in a matter of seconds, the flesh sealing as if nothing had happened. The knife slipped from my hand as I stared in disbelief. At that moment, Yim bit down on Tutor's hand, forcing him to let go.

"Shiaaa!" Yim exclaimed, freeing himself from Tutor's grasp. He bolted for the door, and Tutor, barely reacting to the bite, took off after him. I watched as Tutor's hand healed just as quickly as Net's, his skin knitting back together without a trace of injury.

My mind raced as I tried to make sense of what I had just witnessed. The impossible regeneration, the instant healing-it was as if they possessed some kind of supernatural power.

•~• Already 1372 words If you tell me I'll make it more long:3 •~•