For the writing warm-up: nif + mei changsu + "It's impossible to get rid of me." :D
Thank you so much for the prompt, it was really fun to write! I've been blocked for days so this was perfect.
Because it's me, it's more than 500 words and also angsty af, I hope you're prepared.
âWhy do I even bother with you?â Lin Chen mutters under his breath, counting the faint, irregular heartbeats pulsing under his fingers. âFather said to only open the window for half an incense time twice a day, and have a brazier burning all the time. I specifically ordered the servants. And now youâve somehow managed to bribe even the most serious of our disciples to keep your window open and youâve made yourself sick again.â
âBlackâŚmail,â a hoarse whisper corrects him from under the bandages.
âBlackmail the disciple!â Lin Chen repeats. âEven better! I should turn you out and make you descend the mountain by yourself. Never had such an unruly patient. Are you trying to make us get rid of you?â
âIt'sâŚimpossibleââ Painful coughs interrupt the barely understandable hissâ âto get rid of me. Like⌠a weed.â
Lin Chen snorts. âIt would only take a flick of my fingers to pluck you out, in your state.â
âYet you⌠wonât do it⌠will you?â
âOh, do you think thatâs because you manipulated me into liking you?â Lin Chen starts to unwind the bandages covering his patientâs left hand. âIâm a healer. I donât harm my patients, even if theyâre intent on harming themselves.â
âNo⌠harm⌠in fresh air.â
To disprove his point, the patient falls into a coughing fit, each spasm wracking his too-thin frame as he struggles to breathe.
âEven blowing in your face could harm you right now,â Lin Chen sighs. âGuess Iâm camping in your room again tonight. So you donât blackmail someone to open the window again.â
And so he can listen to his patientâs breathing and make sure his heart doesnât stop overnight. Our of professionalism, of course. His death would be a waste of some truly excellent work.
General Meiâs tent is kept warm to the point of discomfort, for those who come in from the freezing outside, but Lin Chen doesnât bother removing his cloak before he kneels by the bed. With practiced ease, he slips his hand under the furs and finds his patientâs wrist.
The heartbeat is still there. Faint, jumping in fits and starts and sinking every day, but still there.
Mei Changsuâs face is paler than a cadaverâs, but heâs alive. For now.
These past few days, Lin Chen resents every time heâs made to leave. The main army under General Mengâs command just won a major victory, most likely one that will result in a peace treaty, and the injured are tricking in, but all Lin Chen wants is to sit here and feel this pulse.
He doesnât remove his hand from Mei Changsuâs arm, wrapping it around the frail wrist instead. Mei Changsuâs eyes flutter open, and he looks around in confusion for a moment before settling on Lin Chen.
âWhatâs the situation?â he asks in a whisper.
A whisper is all he can manage now, in the rare moments when heâs lucid. At the sound, Feiliu sits up from where he curled up at the foot of the bed and looks between them with little interest.
âI donât care about the situation,â Lin Chen spits out. âAnd you shouldnât care about anything but resting.â
âWhatâsâcoughâthe situation,â Mei Changsu repeats stubbornly.
Lin Chen shakes his head.
âVictory!â Feiliu shouts, too loud, too bright. âDa-ge said: Victory!â
Mei Changsuâs breath hitches. âMeng-dage won the battle?â
âOf course he did,â Lin Chen sighs bitterly. âWith your battle plans and strategy, elaborated at the cost of your health. How could he do otherwise? What better legacy for General Lin Shu?â
Mei Changsu closes his eyes. âLin ChenâŚâ
He falls still. In a moment of panic, Lin Chen seeks his pulse again, almost sobbing when he finds the beat.
Heâs been keeping the news of the victory from Mei Changsu for five days now, five days of fever and coughing and worsening condition, because he was afraid that Mei Changsu would hear it and decide that his job was done.
âDonât worry,â Mei Changsu murmurs after a long while. âItâs impossible to get rid of me. Iâm like a weed.â
âChangsu, this joke stopped being funny two years ago,â Lin Chen says. Heâs glad that his friendâs eyes are closed, and that Feiliu is the only witness to his tears.
Mei Changsu shakes his head with a smile. âLike a weed,â he repeats. âI come back.â
Not from this. Mei Changsu took the last Bingxu pill three weeks ago. There is nothing left to sustain his body now. His death is as inevitable as the sun rising.
âYou better,â Lin Chen whispers. âIâll be waiting.â