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"You need to be resting, Namil. Whatever happened to you the other day left me nervous." Yara said as she'd feel his forehead with the back of her hand. It was hot as if he had a fever.
"Man, ian gotta do all that. I just got fucked up that night. I probably accidentally OD'd or something. I'm okay now." Namil answered, slowly rubbing Yara's thigh.
"No, just relax. You already got a fever and you ain't been sleeping or eating. You not hungry?"
"Are you an option?"
The girl would suck her teeth before chucking at at his remark. Yara pushed herself out of the bed and grabbed a rag from his dresser. Namil watched before he'd feel his eyelids getting heavy and his begin to close.
"Don't go to sleep now. You was acting like you wasn't tired just a few minutes ago." He heard Yara say from a distance. His lips curled into a smile while his eyes remained closed.
"Chill on me. I'm just relaxing."
"Boy hush and just take a nap if you gone do it." Yara laughed. The room was quiet now and Namil was alone. He wasn't very interested in the whole concept of resting and not leaving the house until he was better. But he obeyed what Yara had to say since she was always babying him when it came to him getting sick.
His phone would vibrate before making that familiar ding sound. Namil reached for his phone and checked for the notification. He was quite sure that it had been cluttered with messages and other notifications since he hadn't been on his phone since he had gotten sick.
𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐖𝐄𝐒: yo you good?
𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐁𝐄𝐍: hope you good bro heard what happened at the stu the other night
𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐎: you still alive? say sum so i'm not tweakin for the rest of the night
𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑: what happened?? are you okay?
Namil smiled at the amounts of messages he had been getting, worrying about if he had survived the other night from whatever it was that happened to him. He'd take his time answering, attempting to change up each message with just a few words so it didn't sound like he was repeating himself constantly. He was still confused about that whole situation. He remembered the dream he had that night and it ended with him dying. This dream came to him every other night and it always ended the same way. But he never bled from his nose or passed out after waking up. He wanted to think that he might've been laced but it didn't make sense because him and Wes were the only ones in the studio that night. And Wes would never pull anything like that on him. The more he thought about it, it started to make sense-but he wasn't sure about who did it. His mind and his thoughts were still a bit distorted.
A cold wet rag was placed on his forehead and his eyes would slowly open again. His eyes panned over to Yara, who had been holding a bowl of chicken noodle soup and there was a cup of tea on the desk that was moved away from his monitors so nothing spilled and ruined anything. Namil wasn't really a fan of tea but if it helped him, he would drink it.
"You must really be worried about me." Namil smiled as he'd reach over to Yara and play with her long red locs. "Shordy made tea and everything like I needed all of that."
"You do need it. I thought you died the way Wes was blowing my phone. I'm just glad you doing a lil bit better than you were before." Yara smiled back and scooped up some of the soup in the glass bowl to feed Namil.
"You know me. I'm always gone come back better than ever." He said before eating some of the soup.
"It's just cute how positive you are in situations like this." The girl said, still smiling.
"I may be a hater but I'm never pessimistic."
After Namil was done being fed and finished half of the tea that was made for him, he had eventually fallen asleep like he attempted to do before. He had his head laid on Yara's chest while he had his arm wrapped around her waist and she had hers over his shoulder, playing with his hair while he slept.
It wasn't raining anymore. Namil opened his eyes, revealing the bright sun and clear blue sky above him. He pushed himself up from the ground, using the asphalt for support and finally stood up. That other body was still lying on the ground across from him. With the strength he had, he walked over to them, flipping the body over with the tip of his shoe.
When he stared at the familiar face, he feeling that he didn't know he could have came over him. His eyes would sparkle with the fire of hatred and soon enough, the pleasure of murder. More than one gun shot fired as he stared down blankly at the other, watching the bullets rip through the other and the crimson substance plastering itself onto Namil's face as clothes. He was ready to fire another but the gun jammed. He would toss it down and soon enough, walk away. Leaving his mess behind him.
"Come on, Namil, get up." Yara tapped Namil's face. His eyes snapped open and he quickly sat up. He had a cold sweat again but it wasn't as bad as usual. There was a red stain on his shirt now, he immediately assumed it was blood. Before he had the time to adjust to life, Yara would put a tissue up one of his nostrils.
"Does anything hurt before I call urgent care?" The girl queried, grabbing her phone as she did.
"What?" Namil mumbled, "I'm good. This dream just been getting at me lately. Ion really wanna speak on it right now."
The male would take the tissue out, revealing the large dot of blood that stained it and tossed it into the trash beside the bed. He looked over to Yara and sighed.
"You trust me, right?"
"Always have. I don't have a reason not to." Yara replied. "Why?"
Namil shook his head and pushed himself out of the bed, leaving Yara in the room by herself.
