2 weeks later:
When Ran woke up he Nat wasn't laying next to him, which was odd because for the past days Nat has been sleeping in his room. Still sleepy he got out of bed slipped into his slippers and headed towards the door. Once he opened the door Sang was standing their on his phone, "P'Sang, where's P'Nat?" He asked his voice groggy.
Sang turned off his phone and slipped it into his pocket, "oh, he took Mali to school. He also said something about a new job or something." He replied.
Ran stood their his eyes closed and nodded, "are you okay?" Sang asked, "yeah, bring me some food I'm hungry." He replied as he walked back into his room.
Sang look at him as he walked off and he couldn't shake off the uneasy feeling, yes Ran had sleeping problems but he has never seen him this tired and worn out.
With a sigh he headed downstairs to the kitchen where the maids have already prepared breakfast for him, "how is young master doing, his been sleeping a lot lately?" One of the maids asked.
"His okay, maybe it's because his worn out of all the Pheromone therapy his going through." Sang replied as he grabbed the tray of food.
"Or he could be pregnant." The maid added, "nonsense, there's no way he could be pregnant." Sang shook his head.
As Sang carried the tray up the stairs, he couldn't shake off the maid's words. Pregnant? No way. Ran would have told him if something like that was even a possibility… right?
Still, the thought lingered in his mind as he knocked on Ran's door. "I got your food." He said as he entered the room, Ran was once again in bed fast asleep, Sang placed the tray on his lamp table and tried to wake him up. "Get up and eat." He tried to wake him up.
"Leave it there I'll eat it later." Ran replied his voice barely audible. "No, get up eat and then go freshen up."
Ran groaned, burying his face deeper into the pillows. "I said later, P'Sang." His voice was muffled but carried an edge of irritation.
Sang sighed and crossed his arms, his usual patience thinning. "You've barely eaten anything these past few days, Ran. You're going to make yourself sick. Come on, just a few bites."
Ran slowly turned his head to glance at Sang, his face pale and his eyes heavy with exhaustion. "I'm fine," he mumbled. "Just tired."
"Tired?" Sang repeated, his concern deepening. "Ran, this is more than tired. I've never seen you like this. Did you skip another therapy session?"
Ran flinched at the question and quickly looked away. That was all the confirmation Sang needed. He sighed again, this time with frustration. "You can't keep doing this to yourself. Skipping sessions, not eating… What's going on with you?"
Ran sat up slowly, his movements sluggish. He leaned against the headboard, rubbing his temples. "It's nothing, okay? Just drop it, P'Sang."
Sang wasn't convinced, but he decided to change tactics. "Fine. I'll drop it if you eat something right now."
Ran glanced at the tray on the bedside table and reluctantly reached for it. He nibbled on a piece of toast, avoiding Sang's gaze. Satisfied for now, Sang let out a relieved breath and pulled up a chair next to the bed.
"I'll stay here until you finish," Sang said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Ran sighed but didn't protest. As he ate in silence, Sang's earlier unease resurfaced. He remembered the maid's comment about pregnancy and glanced at Ran's pale face and weary posture. Could it really be possible? No, Ran would have said something. Wouldn't he?
Deciding he couldn't let the thought go, Sang spoke cautiously. "How many times have you and Nat had sex outside of your heat?"
Ran froze mid-bite, "why are you asking me a question like that?" Sang shrugged his shoulders, "I'm just curious, also do you guys use any protection?"
Ran could feel his face turn red, "what I do with my boyfriend is none of your business P'Sang."
Sang raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by Ran's deflection. "Look I'm not trying to pry into your private matters, but as your personal guard I need to make sure everything is okay with you. If something happens to you I'll be to blame."
"And I told you I'm fine, so please if you don't mind no more talking." Ran said
Sang sighed, crossing his arms as he leaned against the wall. "Fine. No more talking. But just because you say you're fine doesn't mean I believe you." He kept his eyes on Ran, his expression a mix of concern and frustration.
Ran huffed, turning his head to the side as if dismissing the conversation altogether. "You're overthinking. I'm just tired, P'Sang. That's all."
Sang didn't reply right away, letting the silence hang between them. Ran slowly nibbled on his food but when he drank his juice he suddenly got up from his bed and rushed to the bathroom.
Sang's eyes widened as he watched Ran sprint to the bathroom, leaving the door slightly ajar in his haste. A moment later, he heard the unmistakable sound of retching. Alarmed, he quickly set the tray aside and followed, standing just outside the door.
"Ran!" Sang called out, his voice laced with concern. "Are you okay?"
Inside, Ran didn't respond immediately, the sound of running water following the bout of nausea. After what felt like an eternity, Ran finally spoke, his voice hoarse. "I'm fine. Just… something didn't sit right with me."
Sang wasn't buying it. He crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe. "That's the second time this week, isn't it?" he pointed out. "Don't tell me it's just something you ate."
Ran opened the door slightly, his face pale and his lips pressed into a thin line. "It's nothing, P'Sang," he said firmly, though his voice lacked its usual strength.
Sang sighed, his concern only growing. "You need to see a doctor," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
"No," Ran snapped, his irritation flaring up again. "I don't need a doctor. I just need rest."
"Ran," Sang said, his voice soft but insistent. "This isn't normal. And if you won't take care of yourself, I'll have no choice but to tell Nat."
Ran's eyes flashed with panic at the mention of Nat. "You wouldn't," he said, his voice shaky.
"I would," Sang replied firmly. "Because it's my job to protect you. And right now, you're not giving me much choice."
Ran looked away, his shoulders slumping in defeat. He rubbed his temples, clearly exhausted. "Fine," he muttered. "I'll see a doctor. Just… don't tell P'Nat yet, okay?"
Sang studied him for a moment before nodding. He carried him into his arms and took him back to the bed, he gently laid him down and covered him. "I'll call doctor Han right now." He said pulling out his phone.
Ran frowned as he sank into the bed, his protest barely audible. "You don't have to… I said I'll go."
Sang gave him a pointed look as he scrolled through his phone. "And you will, but I'm not waiting until you change your mind. You need to be checked now."
Ran groaned, turning his face into the pillow. "You're such a pain, P'Sang," he muttered.
Sang smirked faintly, dialing the number. "And you're stubborn. Guess we balance each other out."
After a few rings, a calm voice answered on the other end. "Dr. Han speaking."
"Dr. Han, this is Sang," he said quickly. "I need you to come to the estate as soon as possible. It's about Ran."
There was a pause before Dr. Han replied, his tone concerned. "Is it urgent? What symptoms is he showing?"
"Nausea, fatigue, and… just not himself," Sang explained, glancing at Ran, who was now staring at the ceiling with a sulky expression. "I think it's best if you examine him."
"I'll be there within the hour," Dr. Han assured.
"Thank you," Sang said before hanging up. He slipped the phone back into his pocket and turned to Ran, who was still pouting.
"You really didn't need to do that," Ran said, his voice soft but annoyed.
"You'll thank me later," Sang replied, pulling a chair closer to the bed and sitting down. "Until Dr. Han gets here, you're not moving from this bed."
Ran sighed, running a hand through his hair. "You're really going to babysit me now?"
"Call it guarding," Sang said with a slight grin. "Just following orders."
Despite himself, Ran's lips twitched as though he wanted to smile, but his exhaustion won out. He closed his eyes and muttered, "You're impossible."
Sang leaned back in the chair, keeping a watchful eye on him. "And you're stubborn. Like I said—balance."
As Ran drifted into a light doze, Sang's thoughts lingered on the possible outcomes of the doctor's visit. Whatever the diagnosis, one thing was certain—he wouldn't let Ran face it alone.
.....
Dr. Han stepped inside, her expression calm yet focused. She glanced around the room before her eyes landed on Ran, who was still lying in bed, his face pale and drawn. "I'll take it from here," she said, her tone professional.
Sang nodded but didn't move far. "He's been nauseous and exhausted lately. He says it's nothing, but it's been happening more often."
Dr. Han approached the bed, her medical bag in hand. She set it down on the nearby table and leaned over slightly. "Ran," she called gently, her voice firm but kind.
Ran stirred, opening his eyes reluctantly. He blinked at her, disoriented. "Dr. Han?"
"Yes," she said with a small smile. "I'm here to check on you. Sang tells me you've been feeling unwell."
Ran groaned softly, sitting up with visible effort. "He's exaggerating," he muttered, shooting Sang a half-hearted glare.
"I'm sure he's just worried," Dr. Han replied, pulling out her stethoscope. "Let's start with a quick exam. Can you tell me how you've been feeling?"
Ran hesitated, his gaze shifting to Sang. "Tired. A little nauseous lately. That's all."
"Any other symptoms? Headaches? Dizziness?" Dr. Han asked as she began checking his vitals.
Ran shrugged. "I've been eating less, but that's it."
Dr. Han frowned slightly, noting his pale complexion. "How long has this been going on?"
"A couple of weeks," Ran admitted reluctantly.
Dr. Han nodded, her expression thoughtful. "All right. I'm going to run a few basic tests to rule out anything serious." She pulled out a small testing kit and set it on the bedside table.
Ran glanced at it warily. "What kind of tests?"
Dr. Han hesitated for a moment before speaking carefully. "One of them is a pregnancy test. Your symptoms align with early pregnancy, and it's better to be thorough."
Ran froze, his face draining of color. "That's not possible," he said, his voice shaky.
"It's just a precaution," she assured him. "Let's confirm so we can move forward."
Ran looked to Sang, his expression a mix of confusion and panic. Sang stepped closer, his tone steady. "It's better to know, Ran. We'll deal with whatever it is together."
Reluctantly, Ran took the test kit from Dr. Han and shuffled to the bathroom. Sang and Dr. Han exchanged a brief glance but remained silent as they waited.
Minutes later, Ran emerged, the test trembling in his hand. He couldn't bring himself to look at it, so he held it out to Dr. Han.
She took it, examining the result. When she looked back at Ran, her expression was gentle but serious. "It's positive."
Ran staggered back, sitting heavily on the edge of the bed. His hands trembled as he buried his face in them. "No, you can't be serious."
He looked up at Dr. Han and Sang and shook his head, "I don't want it, I want to abort."
"No Ran, you can't make a decision like this without talking to Nat about it." Dr. Han stated, "I don't care, it's my body so I decid wheather I want to have a kid or not!" He exclaimed.
"I agree with Dr. Han you should make a decision in the heat of the moment that will ruin you." Sang added.
Ran's eyes burned with tears as he clenched his fists. "You don't understand," he whispered, his voice cracking. "I don't want this!"
TBC