Love, Chef. - A Chen Qing Ling/Modaozushi Fanfic

Chapter 31

Wei Wuxian

*Beep beep*

It hurts, everything, it hurts.

You cannot be serious doctor!

Oh shut up, my head hurts.

You have to understand that he went through a traumatic experience, he needs time to heal.

Yeah, no shit. I feel like someone just ripped me limb by limb.

How long till he wakes up?

How about never? It's a pain in the ass anyway.

We don't know. The gunshot wound had bled out furiously despite Dr.Qing's quick administration. We can only wait now.

Ah...I hear someone crying.

Yanli, don't worry. A-xian will wake up.

But...what if...what if he doesn't...

Shijie, please don't cry. Ah fine, I won't sleep for long but just let me rest for now. I am tired.

He will wake up, he has to wake up. You hear that Wei Wuxian, YOU HAVE TO WAKE UP!

Jiang Wanyin, stop! You have to stop, let him rest!

Lan Wangji, please! Please ask him to hang in there.

Jiang Cheng, stop crying. I am not dead, I am in a medically induced coma. Geez.

I will but you need to go home. You haven't slept for two days properly, you all need to rest. I will be here for the night.

No, Lan Zhan go home! Let me sleep!

Alright, call us if anything happens.

Yeah, alright. Now please, go home and have a good night's sleep. You wouldn't want Wei Ying to see you like this when he wakes up.

Yeah. Good night Wangji.

Good night everyone.

Finally some silence. Now I can sleep peacefully.

Wait, why do I feel someone's lips on the back of my hand? Is it Lan Zhan?

Wei Ying....

Oh Lan Zhan, you utterly sensitive fool.

Wei Ying, please come to your senses. I haven't spent enough time with you yet.

I know Lan Zhan, I know. We only met again after all this time.

I promise I will wake up soon, just for tonight let me sleep.

({*******})

I slowly peel my eyes open, the sunlight was softer than what it would be in the day. I grumbled, as the pain still incapacitated me. Moving my toes wanting to squirm out of pain and fingers clutching the bedsheets because of the syringe that was stuck to the back of my hand almost felt hellish. My lips and throat were dry and my skin felt itchy.

It was unpleasant to say the least.

A tingling pain was making it's presence known around my chest, breathing was a hard task as it pulled on the gunshot wound.

Dear God.

"Wei Ying?" I hear a deep, husky voice.