Mew sat there gripping the papers in his hands tightly as he continued to read Gulfs file. He couldn't believe what he was reading. He had been in surgery for 5 hours and then a coma for 2 months. He wasn't able to see his parents be buried. He developed anxiety. He had suffered from severe PTSD related attacks when he had woken up.
Mew closed his eyes letting the information he had read absorb. For fucks sake he was only 17! He had found his parents half dead and then was beaten to an inch of his life by a perverted fuck who didn't like the fact he was rejected?
He looked back at his therapy session files and felt a pang of guilt. A lot of personal stuff was written there. Now he knew the reason he didn't like to be touched by other people was because it used to bring him flashbacks of how that maniac had groped him.
He put the file down and leaned back on his chair while holding the picture of a 17 year old Gulf. Smiling brightly at the camera surrounded by his parents and friends. He closed his eyes, and saw the Gulf from now. Cold and distant, but not always he had caught a glimpse of the old Gulf at the restaurant laughing with his friends. He was there trapped.
Mew suddenly had the need to bring that Gulf back. How dumb of him, he wanted to bring someone he never met back. But it seemed unfair that the bastard who had done this was long gone and dead and here was Gulf, or a shadow of him, unhappy and trapped in his own ice jail.
But how to even begin?
As if someone was listening to his thoughts his phone beeped. An unknown number.
He's okay Suppasit. Dehydrated & low oxygen levels but they got his fever under control. Thank you so much for the help - Saint
Mew smiled at the message. This was how. His friends would be the key to getting closer to Gulf. He wondered if they would be okay with helping him.
But how did he even bring it up? Oh hey guys! I was wondering , so you see.. the thing is I feel this strange connection to Gulf which makes me want to make him happy, so I was wondering if you guys would be willing to help me be able to touch your friend! Thanks!
Mew rolled his eyes at his own thoughts. This was stupid. But if he didn't try he would probably hate himself.
I'm glad he's okay. Any chance you can help me out with something? Can we talk about it over drinks?
Mew glanced at what he had typed once again with his finger hovering over the send button. Should he even be doing this? Am I serious about Gulf? Zee's right, I can't just do this because I feel attracted to him. It wouldn't be fair. He looks past his phone to the photo of a smiling Gulf laying on his desk. His eyes darkened,he hit send.
**Meanwhile...
Saint looked over at Mild again unsure.
"Are we sure about this? What if it's not even what we're imagining?" He asked for the third time. Mild rolled his eyes grabbed the phone from his hand and hit send.
"Mild!" Saint exclaimed while grabbing his phone back.
"It's for his own good! How long are we going to watch Gulf be alone? Till he dies? " he asked exasperated
Saint bit his lower lip.
"Saint, I know you've seen what I've seen. Mew looks at Gulf like the world revolves around him and I don't think he even realizes he's doing it" Mild said while holding Saints hands. He understood why Saint was doubtful. Gulf had given up on love a long time ago. No one was willing to put up with his cold front, but Mew had seen it, experienced it and from the looks of it didn't care.
" If we really are wrong and the reason he wants a favor has nothing to do with Gulf than no harm done. He doesn't know what we're thinking anyway. But if it is regarding Gulf and his willing to try even though Gulf has been nothing but cold to him, than why not? If it means Gulf can smile again sincerely I'm willing to do anything " Mild looked right at Saint. Saint finally nodded.
"Okay" he said
He's phone beeped and they both looked at it.
Okay, see you tonight at 10.