Wayo has always had eyes exclusively for Phana Kongthanin, who eludes him every time Wayo gets close to finally confessing his undying love for the handsome doctor. 

When he is accepted as a nurse to Two Moons Hospital with his friend Mingkwan, coincidentally where Phana and his two friends are young doctors, he thinks luck is finally on his side once and for all. 

However, their duty as medical professionals on the line between life and death comes first, and an innocent loving relationship seems an unlikely occurance on the lines of public duty.

Surprisingly, fate has other plans, and the obstacle that could tear them apart yet again, brings them together in a crazy thing called love.

love in the line of duty

After what feels like hours of Ming supporting me by sitting behind me on the hospital bed, while Wayo sobs and wraps his arms round me as if he is hugging his mother. It's a heartbreaking sight, especially when he whimpers for Phana and cries out for him not to leave him alone. One of the saddest things he unconsciously whispers is whether Phana will be his boyfriend if he survives, and my heart goes out to him. I was terrified when I heard the crash and thought of the possibility I wouldn't see Ming again, and when I saw Pha bloody and unresponsive, I fainted from stress. 


By now Wayo is exhausted from crying and is asleep in my lap, Ming stroking his soft black hair in an attempt to comfort him, like a father would do for his son. I feel guilty knowing that Phana is only in the situation he is in currently because he protected me, that being part of his silent but sweet nature that not everyone gets to experience. I tap Yo gently on the shoulder, and nearly smile at how adorable he is as he rubs the sleep out of his big hazel eyes and blinks at the sunlight coming through the thin blue curtains. 


"Time to see prince charming baby, I promise that everything will be okay. Keep thinking positive and trust him, if he loves you he won't be able to just die without seeing you happy first.", I whisper softly. He climbs off the bed and Ming picks me up and hoists me up on his broad shoulders, piggy backing me to the intensive care unit. I get so caught up in the childish gesture that I laugh and wrap my arms round his neck accordingly, knowing he would never put me in danger for real and so he doesn't, walking through the halls at a sensible speed. 


Phana is exactly how Beam described him to me when he was casting my arm and dressing my gash, and Pha was just rushed to have emergency treatment in the wait for an operating theatre. There is a thick bandage that I know covers a large cut on his forehead, plaster casts on his right limbs, more bandages peaking out from the pure white sheets that match his skin and a heavy dusting of bruises on almost every patch of uncovered skin. I grip Ming's hand and can do nothing but watch Wayo fall into the chair by the bed, stroking his jet black hair that drowns out his alabaster tone from his closed eyes, revealing the snowy gauze beneath. 


The only sign our friend is still alive is the monitors beeping slowly, a sight no one, especially his destined lover Wayo should see. Ming's hand ghosts over my cheeks as he sits me on another chair, to wipe the stray tears that I didn't notice letting out, while I lean on his shoulder for warmth and comfort that I need badly in this unfortunate situation. I am lucky and I know it, I know I have Ming to lean on, Wayo to talk to, Beam to ask for help and Pha to protect me in whatever way he can.


Prince Charming and the ICU