The Bad Boy's Dirty Little Secret BL Chapter 87: Emotional Distress

Kai’s P.O.V

I thought the worst was over; I thought that even if the war had not yet been won, at least the battle had been triumphed. I thought I had been silly for worrying about how this whole thing was going to affect Night as well as my relationship with him.

I had been entirely convinced that Night was actually unbothered by this whole thing, but it seemed that he wasn’t. And it was around the afternoon of the same day when things suddenly went downhill.

He had gone to the washroom to shower, while I was studying for a test that came right after the Campus Hotshot contest. I had been trying to fit this into my schedule for a while now, and was only able to work on this today.

And so, I took out my notebooks and sat on the table to work on my test while Night showered, but all of a sudden, there was this crash in the bathroom that shook the floor slightly.

Startled, I looked up from my notes and scrambled to my feet, knowing that something might have happened to Night.

I immediately rushed to the washroom and turned the knob on the door, but to my frustration, it was locked. I banged on the door with my fists, trying to rotate the knob at the same time.

“Night?” I called out frantically. “Are you alright? Did you fall? Night?”

But even as I kept jiggling the knob, there was no response from the other side. “Hello? Night? What happened?” I couldn’t hide the urgency from my voice as I kept on banging on the door. Something had happened to him and as the seconds ticked by, my worry only grew.

Still, there was no sound coming from the inside to indicate that he was okay. I tried the door knob again, but it still wouldn’t open. In a moment of desperation, I knew I had only one option left.

I went back a couple paces, before rushing at the door and kicking it down.

It flew off its hinges, and the door fell open. I quickly caught it so it didn’t fall on top of Night in case he was injured and set it aside, but when I turned to the bathroom…I felt my blood freeze in my veins.

Night lay motionless on the bathroom floor, face pale and droplets of blood around his forehead that indicated that he must have hit his head on the sink while going down. But the worst part was…it almost looked like he wasn’t breathing.

“Night!” I shouted. “Oh my god!”

I went inside the bathroom immediately, hands grabbing onto him in desperation as I set his head against my shoulders and the first thing I did was check his breath. Thankfully, he was still breathing, but it seemed shallow, and there was a cut on the side of his forehead that kept on bleeding.

However, that was the least of my problems. Because he was burning up. It seemed as though that intensely high fever he got the last time that caused him to end up in the hospital… it was happening again.

Cursing under my breath, I carefully lifted him up and carried him to the bed, gently putting him down, and then scrambled back over to the bathroom to grab his clothes and cover him back up with it. I pressed a cloth over his wound so it stopped bleeding, and went on to put a band-aid on the cut to stall the bleeding while I got help.

Once that was done, I grabbed my phone and dialed the first person I could think of calling—my sister.

It turned out that Kia was already at the hospital, and it was a miracle that she even had the chance to take the call. I took that as a positive sign, though any small miracle would be a positive sign to a desperate man and I was glad she was able to take it.

“Kai?” My sister’s voice sounded from the other end of the line, making me breathe a sigh of relief. “What’s up? If this is about paying rent, I haven’t told dad yet, so you’ll need to-”

“It’s Night,” I cut her off, my voice sharp with urgency. “He… he collapsed. I don’t know what to do, Kia. He’s burning up! Help him!”

Even though I couldn’t see her face from the other end of the line, I knew my sister would be frowning right now, any traces of a smile wiped off her lips as she became the professional caregiver that she was.

“I’ll be there as fast as I can, don’t worry.” Was her rushed reply and then the line went dead.

Fevers, fevers! What’s the most basic thing to do when someone is burning with a fever?

Lower their temperature, of course. I was glad that I still had some of my wits about me even when I was this disturbed, or else I would have been sitting there listlessly, just waiting for my sister to arrive.

I went to the kitchen, threw a towel into a bowl of ice water, and returned to the bedroom, where I squeezed the dripping wet towel and draped it over his forehead. I felt a bit useless as I sat next to him, trying to help him cool down, but there was nothing else to do in the meantime.

When my sister finally arrived, I was quick to guide her to Night. Wordlessly, she did some check-ups to determine how Night needed to be treated.

This was one of the times where I admired Kia’s professionalism. She was just so efficient at her job, that just her mere presence made me feel at ease despite my worries about Night’s condition.

“It seems just like the last time he had a fever,” Kia informed me after a thorough checkup. “His wound isn't deep and for now, I’ve cleaned it up and put a new plaster on it, so it should heal within a week. But he needs a saline drip and medication through IV, so you should take him to the hospital.”

“No!” I couldn’t keep myself from yelling on instinct. “No hospitals!”

Kia looked up at me, confused by my reaction as a frown settled between her brows. I probably sounded insane, refusing to get my boyfriend treatment when he was suffering like this.

“Why don’t you want to take him to the hospital? He needs to be treated.”

“Don’t you remember?” I urged her, urgency seeping into my voice. “The last time that happened, no one was able to contact him or reach out to Night for almost two weeks!” The words came tumbling out of me in a sloppy mess. I tripped over them, finding it suddenly challenging to speak and express my thoughts.

“I’m worried Kia! Night’s parents are assholes! If he is taken to a hospital, I have to name his parents as his family and this time if they manage to take him away, I’ll never be able to see him again! So no, I can’t…won’t take that chance, Kia! I can’t lose him like that.”

Kia listened to me patiently, but from the way her expression looked so troubled, I could tell she was seriously contemplating what to do next. Her duties as a doctor and her will to help her brother must be clashing inside her mind and I wasn’t sure which side was going to win in the end.

“Then…” she finally spoke after a moment of silence, but she sounded unsure. “If it’s that serious, I guess I could try and treat him here…”

“Thank you, Kia!” I was so relieved I went on to embrace her in a tight hug. “You have no idea how relieved that makes me feel.”

“Yeah, whatever,” she grumbled, but did not try to push me away. When I finally let her go,

she pointed towards Night as she asked, “But what exactly happened here? It must have been severe enough that Night got a sudden fever. Did you guys sneak into the pool again? Or had too much ice-cream?”

I shook my head immediately. “I don’t know what happened either,” I told her honestly. “We didn’t go near the pool and there was definitely no ice-cream involved. I mean, he was fine just this morning, but then he got some bad news from his agency…”

It suddenly dawned on me. “Oh shit,” I cursed under my breath. “Dammit!”

“What?” Kia pressed. “What is it? What happened to him?”

“His fever…” I began. “It’s related to his emotional distress, just like the first time. Goddammit! He got ill because even though he told me that he was feeling fine, he was actually hiding his true feelings. I should have known! I shouldn’t have believed him when he said he was okay!”

God, how could I have been so stupid?

Of course he wasn’t ok! Who would be ok when they are told they can never work as a model again, a job that had been his freedom for so long! Shit!