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Sky pulled the chart that was outside the patient's room. Twenty-seven year old male, motorcycle accident. Broken ribs, dislocated shoulder and contusions on the shoulder and back. Received level two pain medication upon arrival to set his shoulder but has since been downgraded to standard pain management protocols.
Easy enough.
Sky pushed the door open, having every intention of just doing his rounds, checking the man’s vitals and documenting his progress before moving onto the next patient. His head was already swimming with the information for the day, he needed to talk to the doctor about adjusting the dosage for the patient in room seven and sweet talk a referral to cardiology for the patient in room twelve. He had a stack of charting waiting for him back at the nursing station already, he’d have to buckle down and focus if he was going to make it out the door on time tonight.
A pitiful little groan from the bed made Sky’s eyes snapped up, his new patient was slowly waking up from his medically assisted nap. He was handsome, big soulful brown eyes set against soft, almost boyish features. His arm was in a sling to keep his movement to a minimum while his shoulder healed and the edges of a cotton bandage peeked out from under the collar of his baby blue hospital gown. The color against his dark hair and sun-kissed skin looked entirely too good considering he was injured in a hospital bed. His eyes were still glazed over with pain medication, making him look glassy-eyed and loopy. But then he smiled, a big, out of place sort of smile, like seeing Sky was the greatest gift he’d ever received.
“Wow, you’re pretty.” His words were a little slurred, like his tongue was too thick for his mouth, but he just continued to smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners and his white teeth practically glinting in the light.
Sky wanted to scoff, to roll his eyes. Men really were all the same. Except it wasn’t a come-on in the traditional sense, this wasn’t some fuckboy catcalling on the street, the man was drugged out of his mind and had no clue what he was even saying. And the fact that his uncontrollable mind just wanted to call Sky pretty was… no, Sky would not let a patient make him blush at work. He was a professional. He’d seen everything. Handsome men in bandages smiling at him like Sky had placed the stars in the sky was not going to get to him. He refused.
“Khun, how are you feeling? How is the pain?” Sky asked, ignoring the man’s words and stepping over to the monitor beside the bed to document his readings. Rather than answer, the man reached out with his good arm, grabbing clumsily at Sky’s wrist. Having a patient grab at him was nothing new, it was simply part of the job. But rather than yank at him or attempt anything inappropriate, the man simply inspected Sky's hand with a furrowed intensity before he smiled again, that over the top smile of his that morphed his entire face.
“No ring. I’ve got a shot.”
Sky blinked a little stupidly at him. The man just continued to smile, a loopy, stupid sort of smile as he cradled Sky’s hand in his. It took Sky a long moment to register what had just happened, what those words meant, before he took his hand away, slipping out of the man's grasp. His cheeks were uncharacteristically warm and his heart was doing stupid things in his chest.
Maybe Sky was the one who needed a cardiology referral.
The man pouted, fully pouted at him for pulling away. His eyes, still glassy and unfocused, stayed trained on Sky. “I thought you were an angel walking into my room.”
Sky cleared his throat. “How is your pain?”
He waved away Sky’s words like he was brushing away a gnat. “What is your name, angel?”
“Khun, I’m your nurse,” Sky said, his patience thinning.
“You can take my name if you want,” He said, his lip quirked in a half smile, a valiant attempt at flirting except the drugs were fighting against him.
“Do you know why you’re here?” Sky tried to redirect him again. Scrambled memories or even temporary memory loss wasn’t uncommon given the type of injury and the heavy dose of medication he was on. The man seemed wholly unconcerned about the fact that he was in a hospital however. His fuzzy brain had locked onto Sky and it was all he seemed to care about.
“Your name,” He reiterated, looking all pleading and quite frankly, adorable. Up close like this his sad eyes were horribly effective. It felt like kicking a puppy to deny the man anything he wanted, and all of Sky’s professionalism and training seemed to go out the window when he was pinned down by those sad, kicked puppy eyes.
“You can call me Nurse Sky.”
“Nurse Sky,” he repeated, a wistful sigh slipping past his lips. “Sky. Of course you’d have a name as pretty as you.”
Sky didn’t even bother to respond to that one, simply turning back to the monitor and jotting down his notes. It was easier to pretend like this wasn’t getting to him when he didn’t have to look at the man’s earnest eyes or pouty lips. Sky was usually immune to such behavior. Patients being flirty or inappropriate was not new and he had a system for how to handle it. But this… this felt different because it felt genuine. Ridiculous and a little insane, but genuine. The man wouldn’t remember a goddamn thing in a few hours, this was simply his inner thoughts pouring out with no filter. And rather than being slimy or crass, he was just… cute.
Which was terribly unfair.
There was a knock on the patient’s door before Dr. Natsu entered with Sig, an orderly, in tow behind her.
“Oh lovely, you’re already awake,” She said, pasting a bland customer service smile on her lips. “I'm Dr. Natsu. How are we feeling?”
He didn’t respond, his eyes still trained on Sky beside him. “Sky,” he said, his lips seemed to caress the syllables of Sky's name. “Let’s get married, Sky.”
Sig let out a gasp, dropping the chart in his hands, the plastic backing clattering to the floor.
“Um, the patient is heavily medicated still. He has not complained of any pain or discomfort though,” Sky said, trying and failing to deflect from the words the man had just said while his cheeks burned from embarrassment. It was one thing for his patient to be flirty and ridiculous with him, it was another thing entirely for him to do so with an audience of Sky’s colleagues.
“Prapai and Sky. Prapai and Sky Patheera. That sounds nice. You should definitely take my name,” Prapai continued to mutter, not caring at all about who heard him.
Sig sounded like he was choking on air, slipping from the room as a bark of laughter loud enough of the whole floor to hear erupted out of him at Sky’s pain. Even Natsu was biting back a smile.
This was the worst day.
How mortifying.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know why—” Sky started to say but Prapai took the opportunity to reach for his hand once again, trying to mesh their fingers together despite the needle in the back of his hand. Sky swatted him away as gently as he could.
“How… interesting. Well, the patient is to be moved to the VIP ward,” she said. “If you would prep him for transfer, Nurse Gam will be taking over his care.”
“No!” Prapai exclaimed, finally peeling his eyes away from Sky to frown at Natsu instead.
“Excuse me?”
“Sky. Want Nurse Sky. We’re getting married,” Prapai told her, his words definitive.
Natsu looked over at Sky in bewilderment. Sky had no idea what to say or do. How could he even begin to explain that in a drug induced stupor, this grown-ass man had imprinted on him like a baby duckling? It didn’t even make sense and it was the single most embarrassing event of his career.
“Khun, we have a much more comfortable room for you upstairs. Nurse Gam is—” She tried to explain but Prapai cut her off.
“No new nurse,” his words said with a finality that left little room for argument.
“Nurse Sky, perhaps we could talk out in the hall?” She said after a long moment.
“Of course, I’ll just—”
“Don’t go,” Prapai said, his angry frown at Natsu morphing instantly into pleading eyes as he reached out to Sky.
“Khun, I’ll be just outside,” Sky tried to placate him but Prapai just pouted harder.
“On second thought… Nurse Sky, why don’t you transfer to the VIP ward for today,” Natsu suggested, watching Prapai’s antics with a calculated frown. “You’ll remain his dedicated nurse for the duration of his stay.”
“But I—” Sky started to protest. The VIP floor was so exclusive he’d never so much as stepped foot up there. He wasn’t connected enough or good enough at schmoozing to get transferred there, it had never even crossed his mind to try. He was just a regular nurse, juggling too many patients with not enough coffee in his system and Sky had always been fine with that.
“Sky,” Natsu said slowly. “This is Prapai Patheera. As in the Patheera Oncology wing. He needs to be moved to the VIP ward and if he wants you as his nurse for the day, I think it best you move to VIP with him, don’t you?”
Patheera. Patheera as in enough money to have his name on the wall of the very hospital Sky worked at, Patheera. The words were said as a suggestion but the unspoken command was obvious. There were VIP patients and then there were VIP patients. If Prapai wanted Sky as his personal nurse, Sky was going to be his personal nurse. There was nothing more to be said on the matter. It was above either of their heads to argue.
Sky nodded a little stupidly, his mind still boggling at the turn of events.
“I’ll let you and Sig get him moved and I'll come back to check on him once he's settled,” Natsu said, giving Sky a rather pointed look before she was breezing out the door. Sig slipped back into the room with a wheelchair in tow, a bit more in control of himself now, and the two of them got to work preparing Prapai for transfer.
“So…Khun,” Sig said, the teasing humor laced through his tone. “How did you know Sky was the one?”
A dopey smile pulled at Prapai’s lips as soon as he heard Sky’s name. “My Sky is so pretty,” He said wistfully. “I'm so lucky. Pretty pretty Sky. All mine. Did you hear we're getting married?"
"I did hear," Sig chortled.
"Do you want to come to the wedding?” Prapai offered, his content little smile at the thought of him impending nuptials still plastered across his face.
“Of course I do!” Sig replied. “Can I be your best man?”
“Sure! Wait— who are you?” Prapai cocked his head like a confused puppy, his lips down-turned into a frown.
“Stop encouraging him,” Sky hissed. Of course Sig was living for this. Some friend he was.
“What? It’s funny! Besides, he’s cute and apparently rich. You could do worse!” Sig laughed.
“I’m taken. Only Sky can call me cute now,” Prapai frowned at Sig, like he was contemplating revoking his wedding invitation.
“Oh, my bad,” Sig bit his lip to hide the bubble of laughter fighting to break free once again.
Sky rolled his eyes, disconnecting Prapai from the machines and ensuring all his tubes were secured before pulling the railings down on the side of the bed and pressing the button to push Prapai’s bed into a fully upright and seated position. “Ready?” He asked Sig.
“Anything for the happy couple,” Sig quipped, moving the wheelchair beside the bed and locking the wheels.
“I will actually kill you,” Sky grumbled, sliding Prapai’s legs off the bed and getting his shoulder under Prapai’s armpit on his good side to help him to his feet.
“You’re gonna carry me, baby?” Prapai said, lighting up like a Christmas tree at the idea. He was happy to slump his weight against Sky, his arm naturally falling across Sky's back and those greedy little fingers immediately started skating up his neck and into his hair.
“Khun, I need you to sit down in this chair,” Sky said, gritting his teeth while Sig was absolutely no help.
“I like a man who can throw me around,” Prapai let out a wistful sigh, allowing Sky to maneuver him into the chair.
“Don’t say a word,” Sky hissed at Sig. His so-called friend looked ready to burst with laughter once again. Sky was never going to live this down. He could feel it in his bones, this day, this patient, was going to haunt him for the rest of his life. The whole hospital was going to hear about this by the end of the day if Sig got his way.
“I need to film this,” Sig said. “This has the makings of a viral video!”
“Shut up and help me,” Sky snapped, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. It was bad enough that Prapai kept saying all these things, but did others really have to witness Sky’s pain? Sig continued to chuckle but at least helped get Prapai situated and ready to move. To Sky's surprise, Prapai was calm and amicable about the whole thing. He didn't try to distract Sky, he seemed content that Sky was nearby and fussing over him so he sat quietly in his chair, happy as a little clam.
That was of course until they reached the elevator.
As soon as they stopped moving, Prapai’s fingers started creeping up Sky's arm, all subtlety gone as he tried to bring Sky closer to him.
“Stop that. I’m working,” Sky told him, trying to make his voice stern and resisting the hurt to swat Prapai's fingers.
“Baby, I’m rich. You don’t need to work anymore,” Prapai assured him.
“Oh lord,” Sky muttered as Sig let out a cackle. "I'm going to switch shifts with Som if you don't stop encouraging him!" Sky threatened. While Som was a perfectly fine nurse, he was a stickler for the rules and propriety and therefore spent half of his shift nagging at Sig. It was unpleasant for all parties and Sky knew for a fact that Sig tried to structure his schedule to avoid working on the same floor during Som's shifts. After today, Sky was not above abusing that knowledge.
"Oh that's cold!" Sig whined. "Don't be mean to me, I'm just trying to support your love! Isn't that right, Khun?"
"Whatever Sky says," Prapai answered, smiling up at Sky.
"Ha!" Sky poked Sig in the chest. "Take that!"
Sig shook his head at Prapai, "You're killin me, man."
The elevator dinged, the doors opening to the VIP wing. It looked much the same as the rest of the hospital, bland white walls and wide hallways leading into private rooms. However, as soon as the front staff led them to Prapai’s new designated room, the VIPness of it all made itself known immediately. The room was enormous. The walls were painted a soft, inviting blue rather than the hospital white Sky was used to. There was sterile, inoffensive artwork on the walls and a seating area with comfortable looking couches out of the way of the medical area. The bed wasn’t some standard issue hospital bed either, it had to be at least a queen size mattress. If it weren’t for the monitors surrounding the bed, it could have easily passed for a hotel room.
Since Sky was feeling petty, he made Sig move the patient back into the bed by himself while Sky turned on the monitors. He didn’t want to give Sig any more ammunition than he already had. Except when he turned around, he found Prapai looking very dejected and pitiful, his down-turned eyes glancing over at Sky every few seconds while Sig fussed with his bedding. It was… ridiculous. The whole situation was ridiculous. Why had this man, this rich, handsome, stupid man, decided to obsess over Sky of all people?
Despite the inexplicable nature of the situation, Sky still had a job to do. So Sky pushed down the confusing swell of feelings he didn't want to name and went to help hook Prapai up to the machines once again, loosening Prapai’s top to reattach the heart rate monitor pads to his chest. Sky refused to meet Prapai’s gaze although he could feel the way the man stared at him while he worked. Sky was a professional however, so he simply got him reattached and his shirt back in place. He did not care about how tone and muscular Prapai's chest was and he definitely didn't notice how those muscles shifted and tensed under his touch. Those were not thoughts that ran through his mind at any point.
The machine kicked to life and Sky frowned at the readings. Prapai’s heart rate was much higher than the baseline they'd established in the prior room.
“Are you feeling alright?” Sky asked him.
“Never better,” Prapai answered, his smile a little dopey.
Perhaps it was simply the excitement of changing rooms as the rate was already dropping, so Sky moved on. He prepared some fresh lines and and saline drip and took Prapai’s hand to reattach it to the needle already secured in the back of his hand. Except the moment Sky reached for him, the readings on the monitor jumped once again. The man was sitting calmly and smiling but his heart was racing a mile a minute because Sky had touched him.
Sig’s eyes darted between them before he let out a howl of laughter.
It was official, Sky was never living this down.
~~~
Once Sig stopped laughing himself silly, things seemed to calm down. Sky had sent Sig off to deliver Sky his patient charts for the day, a small and inconsequential payback for his contribution to the day. Sig was a good enough sport to actually do it, and thankfully he had other patients to see and therefore couldn’t stick around for whatever life-ruining thing Prapai would decide to say next. Luckily for Sky, Prapai was content to sit quietly in his bed without fawning or trying to hold Sky’s hand. For the time being anyway. So Sky was able to pull a chair up beside him and work through his charting in peace.
Sky thought Prapai had finally fallen asleep with how quiet he was being. In addition to making the man loopy as hell, the drugs were supposed to make him tired. Except Prapai suddenly started shifting around in the bed, patting at his thighs with a cute little determined frown pinching his eyebrows together. “I need to talk to Nana,” Prapai mumbled.
Sky glanced over at the phone sitting on the end table, buzzing up a storm with people trying to contact Prapai. He was in no shape to be talking to anyone yet however so Sky didn't point it out.
“The staff have already reached out to your emergency contact. You don’t need to worry about anything,” Sky assured him.
Prapai shook his head. “Not about this,” he waved his hand carelessly at the room around them. “I need to talk to Nana about the ring.”
“I’m sorry, what?” Sky could feel the wrinkle creases solidifying in his forehead from dealing with this man. Every time he thought he was about to get a break, the man found new and inventive ways to be a menace.
“We’re getting married! I need the ring. Nana has the ring; been in the family for generations. I’m supposed to use it to propose,” He explained in his fractured attention sort of way, still looking around for his phone.
“Oh lord,” Sky muttered under his breath. “Khun, we aren’t getting married.”
“What! Why not?” and the man had the audacity to pout at him. His bottom lip jutted out in such an over-exaggerated motion that it went from pitiful to comically ridiculous and all the way back to pitiful once again.
“We just met,” Sky reminded him blandly.
“It’s destiny!”
“It’s narcotics.”
He frowned once again. “What about the wedding? We can’t just cancel on everyone!”
“There is no everyone,” Sky couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out. “You haven’t invited anyone to the wedding that doesn’t exist, so you don’t have to cancel on them either. I’m your nurse. We met an hour ago.”
“First time proposing and he turns me down,” Pai muttered to himself. “I’m too hot to be turned down. Wait… I’m still hot, right?”
“Sure, Khun.”
“That wasn’t very reassuring,” Prapai’s bottom lip jutted out again in that exaggerated pout of his. It was a little ridiculous how cute it looked on him.
“You’re still hot,” Sky said despite the absurdity of it all. At this point it was hardly the weirdest thing to be said.
“Then what’s the matter? Do you want kids? I want kids. Bet we’d make really cute kids,” Prapai said rather wistfully.
“We can’t have kids?”
“Why not!?”
“Because we’re both men?”
“I don’t care! I’d let you put a baby in me,” He said. Sky was pretty sure the twitchy thing with his face was his attempt at a wink. All Sky could do was thank his lucky fucking stars that Sig wasn’t around to hear that particular gem.
“I think you should try to rest,” Sky finally said, his cheeks flushed. He had no idea what to even do with this man. He just… kept saying things. So many things. Prapai seemed to commit wholeheartedly to whatever he’d set his mind to and he’d set his sights on Sky. It was ridiculous and outrageous and also one of the cutest things he’d ever seen in his life. It was lethal how adorable that man looked when he pouted.
“But—” Prapai started to protest, his lips turned down in a frown and a furrow between his brows.
“We can talk about it when you wake up,” Sky promised.
“But Sky!”
“I won’t marry you if you don’t sleep,” Sky said, the words slipping out before he could think better of it. He really shouldn’t be playing into the man’s delusions like this but it was easier to reason with him on a level he would understand in his current state.
Pai’s eyes lit up at his words however. “Okay, let's sleep. We can get married in the morning.” He patted the bed beside him, the swath of empty space that he apparently expected Sky to fill.
“You should get some sleep. I am at work,” Sky held up his pile of charts and tried to sound stern but it was hard when Prapai turned those wounded puppy eyes on him.
“Please?” Prapai said, weaponizing those eyes in the worst kind of way.
Sky wasn’t going to crawl into bed with a patient. No matter the circumstances. But he found himself caving anyway. He set his pile of papers on the floor and scootched his chair closer, resting his shoulder on the bed beside Prapai and offering out his hand. Prapai smiled, really smiled, threading their fingers together and inching himself closer until his cheek was resting on Sky’s shoulder.
Sky allowed it. It was harmless after all.
~~~
Sky woke with a start at the sound of the door closing. He jerked upright to find, to his horror, he’d fallen asleep on Prapai’s bed, his whole upper body finding its way onto the mattress as he leaned awkwardly onto his side. The last thing Sky remembered was the man babbling about the beach front wedding they’d have and how much his family was going to adore Sky while he’d fidgeted with Sky’s fingers, exploring the shape of them and running the pad of his thumb over his nails. After Sky got over the weirdness of it all, it was rhythmic and soothing and somewhere between the talk of a new condo and the honeymoon in the Alps, Sky had dozed off. Judging by the lack of sunlight coming through the window, it had been awhile.
“Oh shit,” Sky muttered, glancing around like he was going to get caught, get in trouble. Except he was in the VIP wing and this was apparently all he was supposed to do. He looked over to find Prapai, clear eyed and awake, with a very amused look on his face.
“Good morning.”
“I— fuck. I mean, sorry,” Sky jumped up from his seat, smoothing out his scrubs and trying to wake up and get a hold of himself all at once. It had been the weirdest day of his life and suddenly Prapai seemed like the normal one while Sky looked insane.
Lovely.
“No need to run out on my account, gorgeous. I won’t kick you out of bed,” He said, his smile rakish. Sky blinked at him. That intentionally flirty quirk of his lips looked all wrong on his face. Not after a whole day of his doe eyes and dopey smiles. It felt impossible to reconcile these two versions of the same person.
“You don’t… you don’t remember anything, do you?”
“Remember what?” Prapai’s smile dimmed. “All I know is I woke up in the hospital, we were holding hands and you were fast asleep.”
Sky found himself smiling, shaking his head at the ridiculousness of it all. Of course Prapai didn’t remember, he’d been hopped up on painkillers strong enough to take down an elephant.
“It’s nothing. How are you feeling, Khun? How are your pain levels?”
Prapai frowned at him. “What am I not remembering?”
“You were just a little out of sorts from the pain meds. It’s nothing. Now that you’re awake, let me call the doctor for you,” Sky sidestepped the question effortlessly and pressing the call button on the wall. He was not going to explain the last few hours to this man. Now that Prapai was acting in a more predictable manner, Sky found it so much easier to fall back on his training and respond how he normally would. Rakish smiles didn’t do anything for him, it was the pleading eyes that he had to watch out for.
Natsu knocked before poking her head into the room. “Sky? How our loverboy?” She asked before fully entering the room to see Prapai bright-eyed and sitting up in his hospital bed. “Oh! Khun, you’re awake!”
“I was just about to rerun his numbers for you,” Sky said, biting back a smirk at her words. The whole afternoon had been nothing but teasing quips and everyone laughing at his expense, it was nice for someone else to be embarrassed for a change.
“Am I loverboy?” Prapai asked with an amused chuckle.
Natsu’s cheeks flushed pink as she struggled to retained her professionalism. “Khun, what do you remember from your accident?”
“Not much to remember. One second I was riding and the next I was crumpled like a soda can against the pavement. A car clipped me in a turn,” He answered.
“So you remember the event? What about after?”
“I mean, it’s a little fuzzy. There was a lot going on and I was in pain. But the paramedics got me patched up and brought me here and you all gave me some good drugs apparently. My pain is fine, manageable. I’ve broken ribs before, I know the drill,” Prapai answered. It was new, hearing his say normal words, watching him maintain his focus and attention on anyone but Sky.
“Well we are still going to keep you overnight for observation. There’s a chance you hit your head and we wouldn’t want to—”
“That’s not necessary. I was wearing a helmet; my head is fine,” Prapai said.
“Respectfully, your reaction to the pain medication alone warrants further observation,” she responded, her lips quirked like she was fighting a smile.
“Seriously what the hell did I do?” Prapai looked at them in bafflement; Natsu’s amusement and Sky’s beet red blush was not helping answer his question.
There was a long, painful silence, Prapai’s eyes ping ponging between them before Natsu put on a forced smile. “Let’s see how your shoulder is doing,” She said, changing the subject for all of them.
Prapai let the subject drop but it was obvious the smiles and quips were still niggling at him.
Natsu completed her examination and Sky jotted down notes and instructions for Prapai's care. It was all very normal considering the day he’d had.
As soon as Natsu left the room however, Prapai turned his gaze, no longer adoring but playful, onto Sky. “So how come everyone is apparently calling me loverboy? Everyone except you, that is?” The words themselves weren’t the issue, it was the cocky, flirtatious way he said it, the smirk and the expectation of it all.
Sky gave him the most bored, unimpressed look he could muster. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh don’t be like that,” Prapai laughed, completely undeterred by Sky’s response.
Sky just crossed his arms over his chest, doubling down on his refusal to answer the question. He didn't like this version of Prapai. The put on self-confidence and the knowing exactly how hot he was thing was frankly a let down compared to the man he'd met that morning.
Prapai’s smile widened. “You’re cute when you’re mad at me. What do I have to do to be your loverboy, baby?”
Sky was tired. He’d had a very long and confusing day and the embarrassing but adorable man he had grown maybe a little too fond of over the course of the day had turned into this crass fuckboy all of a sudden. It was annoying and he didn’t have the patience for it.
"If this is who you really are, I'm not interested."
Prapai cocked his head to the side, taking in those words with a frown. "Who I really am? What does that mean?"
"It means I like you better when you were drugged out of your mind," Sky said.
"Why don't you give me a chance to live up to my drugged up self?" Prapai replied.
“Fine. Ask me out properly or knock it off,” Sky ordered.
Prapai blinked at him, clearly not expecting that answer. “What? You want me to ask you out?”
“I want you to say something sincere or I want you to shut up,” Sky replied, raising an eyebrow in challenge at the man.
“Okay well I—” Prapai looked a little out of sorts, like he didn’t know what to do when his over the top flirting didn’t work, when he was called out point blank on his bullshit. A sliver of his earnestness seemed to be peaking through, reminding Sky of that morning, of the intense but sweet way Prapai had looked at him, treated him. That was the man he wanted to go on a date with, not this cocky asshole. Sky knew better. He knew not to get involved with patients. Especially one as important and connected as Prapai apparently was. But his shift was meant to end hours ago and he’d not left Prapai’s side since he’d come in and Sky just really didn’t have it in him to fight with himself about it.
Sky pulled out his notebook and scribbled on a blank page.
“I was mostly just flirting to flirt because you are really cute. I didn’t really think— I mean, I'm willing! I just didn't think you would be willing," Prapai was babbling now, clearly in uncharted waters and struggling.
Sky tried very hard not to smile.
“But would you want to, maybe—”
“Khun?” Sky cut him off, feeling far too much affection welling up in his chest. Throwing Prapai off of his footing was the right move, Sky could see the earnest, sweet, over the top man he’d met that morning peeking through his veneer of cockiness now.
“Yeah?”
“Why are you struggling to ask me out on a date? You’ve proposed to me like forty-seven times already?” Sky couldn’t help but smile at the absurdity of it all.
“I… what?”
Sky ripped out the sheet of paper from his notebook, pressing it into Prapai’s hand. “Hold off on getting Nana’s ring. If you want to propose, you’ll have to ask me again when you actually remember my name.”
Prapai looked a little dumbstruck, his brain working overtime to try to connect dots he didn’t have any memory of. Of course it was cute.
Sky couldn’t quite help himself. It had been a very long and confusing day after all and Prapai just looked all wide-eyed and baffled. So Sky leaned over, pressing a fleeting kiss to the man’s temple.
The heart rate monitor he was still hooked up to spiked.
Predictable.
Adorable.
Sky chuckled. “Call me.”