MingKit - One✅

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I barely got any sleep. Every time I shut my eyes, they'd suddenly pop open again and I'd pinch myself, hoping that the episode with my family wasn't all in my head and each time I'd check my phone to see if Ming called.

I was yawning and it took everything I had to keep a smile plastered on my face as I saw to my patients during the day. I'd glance at my phone ever so often, hoping that my boyfriend would call or text.

After not hearing from him all day, even after I called and texted him many times, instead of going to my parent's house, I drove to his apartment.

He wouldn't miss my calls unless there was something serious going on, and I couldn't wait to give him the good news.

The living room was dark when I walked through the door. For a brief moment I wondered if I'll find him sitting on his couch, staring into the darkness like last time.

He wasn't in the living room or the bedroom or any part of the apartment. I didn't know what to think. I could call his office line but it's already after ten PM and I don't have a number for his parents. I know where his parents live but again, it's late. I could also call the police, but it's only been a day since I last heard from him and I hate to think that whatever was going on would be serious enough to involve the police. I called N'Yo but he was no help. He hadn't spoken to Ming since the weekend.

I eventually dozed off on the couch. I came to when I felt a weight on my body. My arms were around him before my brain had fully registered that it was Ming.

"Kit...I missed you." I didn't complain when he hugged me tightly to him.

I brushed his shaggy looking hair back and took a closer looked at his face. He looked like he hadn't shaved or slept in days. I silently pulled him back into my arms, happy that he was safe. I spoke up when we finally broke apart.

"I was worried. Where have you been?"

"At work. I'm so tired."

"You've been holed up at work since yesterday?"

"Yes. I'd have to kill you if I tell you why though."

"I've been worried sick about you and you're making jokes?" He wouldn't get off when I annoyingly tried to push him off me. But I couldn't help but be relieved that he was alright and the relief I felt had my stomach growling. "What time is it?"

"It's almost two am. You were so worried you forgot to eat?" I didn't have the strength to smack the stupid grin on his face off.

"Yes, asshole, now get off me. I called and texted, couldn't you have called me once?"

"I left my phone on my desk after you and I spoke before you left the hospital yesterday. Something serious happened afterward and I completely forgot about it. I'm sorry sweetie." He kissed the corners of my mouth. "Should I get you something to eat?"

"Yes, hurry." I pushed him off me and made my way to the bedroom.

"What did your parents say?" He followed me to the bedroom as he spoke. The excitement I'd felt about telling him what my parents said had long waned. Just thinking about it had me feeling upset. I stopped and turned around to face him before speaking again.

"You should have kept in touch if you wanted to know what my parents said."

"I'm sorry. I was on the production floor the whole time. One of the guys had his hand trapped in the engine he was building. It took us all night to get his hand free and I had to be there at the hospital while they treated his arm. I had to take care of some legal issues and bills, you know."

The more he spoke the more I couldn't help but wonder if this is how our lives would be from now on. I'm sure there will be days when I would be too busy to stay in touch with him. I guess this is what it means for us to be working adults. I begun to reconsider us living together but I'd still rather we make it official.

"How's the person doing now?"

"He's recovering just fine. I'm sorry sweetie, it'll never happen again, I promise." He rubbed my shoulders and gave the most apologetic look I've seen on him yet. That look, my growling stomach and the thought that this will probably be a part of our lives now had me forgiving him. I scoffed at him and threw myself onto the bed.

"You can't control accidents, so I think it'll be better if you don't make such a promise."

"No, not about the accident. I'm talking about forgetting to call you and making you worry." He fell on the bed, beside me.

"It's something you and I probably have to learn to deal with as I'm sure there'll be days when I'll be too busy to call you too. Go get me food." I have less than three hours before I need to leave for work.

I don't know if he actually got the food. I woke up at five am to my alarm, an hour earlier than my usual time, and he was lying beside me still in the same clothes he was wearing when he came home.

If we are going to live together we would have to move. I don't want to live too far from the hospital. I took a quick shower and kissed my sleepy boyfriend before leaving for work.