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POV: Jes

He rushed to the hospital, his mind in a complete state of shock. He didn't know how Bible was doing, or what condition he was in, and that uncertainty was crushing him from the inside out.

When he stumbled through the hospital doors, a nurse informed him that Bible had already been moved to a room. That must be a good sign, Jes told himself, clinging to that small glimmer of hope. He ran down the hallway and flung the door open with a shaky breath.

Inside, Bible's friends were already gathered—JJay, Mio, and his brother Bas—as well as Job, who immediately moved toward Jes with fast, urgent steps. He gently shoved Jes back out into the hallway.

"Jes. Calm down first, okay?" Job said, concern etched deep into his features.

"Let me in. I need to see my husband," Jes said breathlessly, barely holding himself together.

"I know. But... there's something you should know first..." Job began, but Jes wasn't listening. He couldn't. Nothing could stop him. He pushed past him and ran back into the room.

JJay and Mio instinctively stepped aside, giving him space as he reached the hospital bed.

There he was.

Bible lay beneath a white bedsheet, eyes closed, a small bandage on his forehead, and an IV line secured under his arm. He looked peaceful, too peaceful.

"Bible," Jes whispered, his legs giving out as he dropped to his knees at the bedside. His head bowed onto the mattress, his body wracked with sobs. He never cried. Not like this. But now the tears wouldn't stop. He cried like a child.

"Calm down. He's just sleeping," Bas said gruffly, arms crossed, though his own voice wavered slightly.

Jes blinked through his tears and reached up to gently take Bible's hand into his. "Bible... I'm so sorry," he sniffled, gripping it like it was the only thing anchoring him to life.

That was the moment Bible stirred. His eyelids fluttered open, gaze dazed and unfocused. He looked at Jes, then slowly down to the hand holding his.

"Who... who are you?" Bible asked, his voice faint, weak.

Jes froze.

"What?" he whispered, his voice cracking.

"I'm..." Jes started to speak, but Bas stepped between them quickly.

"He doesn't remember," he said, his tone firmer now. "Just... give him some time."

Jes's heart dropped into his stomach. He stared at Bible, blinking rapidly. What does he mean... doesn't remember?

The room felt like it was spinning.

"The fuck, why is he holding my hand though?!" Bible blurted, eyes darting from Bas back to Jes as he yanked his hand away with a scowl.

"It doesn't matter right now, Bible," Bas said calmly, trying to keep him settled.

Jes looked like he was about to crumble. His face was pale, eyes wide, like someone had yanked the floor out from under him.

"Does he... remember nothing?" Jes asked, barely holding it together.

Bas let out a low sigh. "He remembers us. But the part where you came in... that's kind of non-existing."

"I'm literally lying here, and who the fuck are you?" Bible asked, frowning hard at Jes. "Why won't you answer me, huh? You deaf or just weird?"

His tone was bratty, pouty even, and for a moment, despite the devastation, Jes felt the tiniest bit of relief.

Jes moved closer, nervously scanning Bible's arms and carefully lifting the blanket to check him over.

"THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" Bible shrieked, trying to kick, but the movement only made him wince.

Jes dropped the blanket like it was on fire. "You... you broke your leg?" he asked, panic rushing back into his voice after spotting the bandage.

"It just snapped a bit," Bible muttered, giving Jes the most suspicious side-eye anyone in a hospital bed has ever delivered.

"He was lucky," Bas cut in, voice low and serious. "Nothing worse happened. He wore a helmet, thank God."

Jes blinked, still frozen in place, while Bible squinted at him like he was a walking scam.

"Bas! Why won't you tell me who the fuck this guy is?!" Bible snapped, pointing at Jes like he'd just been manhandled by a ghost. "He touched me in the grossest way!"

Jes's heart dropped like a stone. Gross. God, what had he done? 

"He..." Bas started, rubbing the back of his neck.

But Jes stepped forward, eyes steady, voice firm.

"I'm your husband, Bible."

Bible's jaw fell open. "WAHAHAHAHAHA— Are you serious right now?!" he howled. "Like, I almost died, woke up seeing a white light and doves or some shit, and this is the joke you hit me with?!"

He was full-on laughing, shoulders shaking the way only Bible could when the drama was at max.

But Jes didn't even blink. "I'm not kidding."

The smile on Bible's face wavered. He looked at Bas, eyebrows high. "He's kidding, right? Bas? Tell me this is one of your dumb pranks."

Bas avoided his gaze. Fidgeted with his watch. Cleared his throat.

"You..." Bible turned back to Jes. "No. No way. That can't be true."

He looked almost offended.

"I would never—like NEVER—marry a guy!" Bible exclaimed, shaking his head violently. 

He glanced back at JJay and Mio—who immediately turned around to face the wall like suddenly the paint was super interesting.

One of them snorted.

Bible narrowed his eyes. "You're all in on this, huh?! What kind of gaslight rehab is this?!"

Mio and JJay were losing it, wheezing with laughter like they'd just watched the funniest sitcom of the year. Bible shot them a glare and nearly tried to launch himself out of the hospital bed, but Jes and Bas grabbed him just in time.

"Don't worry too much about all this right now, Bible," Bas said, trying to stay calm and reasonable. "Let's just focus on getting you healthy first, okay?"

"GETTING HEALTHY?!" Bible shrieked. "How am I supposed to stay calm when this stubbled man is STARING AT ME like I'm a slice of damn cheesecake?!"

Jes blinked.

Bas sighed. "Jes... maybe it's better if you step out for a minute."

"Stubble—" Mio wheezed between fits of laughter.  JJay was practically on the floor.

Jes inhaled sharply through his nose. "I'll leave," he said tightly. "If Bible wants me to."

He turned to look at him, the tension in his jaw relaxing just enough as his voice softened.

"Bible..." His eyes were big, glassy, almost cartoon-sad.

Bible squinted at him in horror. "THE FUCK—why do you look like a beaten puppy?! STOP THAT."

Jes blinked again. Bible looked at Bas, then back at him. "Why do I feel like I broke your heart?! I'M the one with the broken leg here!"

"Actually..." Jes mumbled, voice barely above a whisper, his head lowering. "I broke yours."

Bible blinked. "What?"

Jes looked up, guilt heavy in his eyes. "I mean... I'm the reason you're lying here."

Bible stared at him like he'd just grown two heads. "Hold up. So you're telling me... I married a guy—which, by the way, would never happen, okay? Like, if a ruler is straight, I'm a damn pencil. And then you—YOU—broke my heart, and now I'm in a hospital bed with a busted leg?!"

Jes gave the tiniest, guiltiest nod.

Bible paused. Then let out a short, high laugh that escalated into wild disbelief. "That's—thhhahahaha—that's UNBELIEVABLE."

He looked around at Mio and JJay, who were now both gasping for air.

"What kind of fever dream did I wake up into?! Is this a prank show? Where's the camera crew?"

Jes bit his lip and muttered, "Not a prank. Just... consequences."

Bible squinted. "You say that like you're deep or something, Mr. Sad Puppy. Ugh. Someone knock me out again."

Just then, the door creaked open and a nurse stepped in, freezing mid-step as she took in the absolute chaos in the room.

"Mr. Tilapornputt, how are you feeling?" she asked politely.

Jes turned to look at Bible.

Bible looked at Jes.

Bible kept looking at Jes.

Then, with a furrowed brow, he muttered, "Tilapornputt..."

Jes scratched the back of his neck. "Yeah... about that, actually..."

"Bible," Mio jumped in with a grin, "you're Mr. Tilapornputt."

A loud whistle slipped out of his mouth before JJay smacked him in the arm. "Shut the fuck up."

Bible's eyes darted between them, horrified. "Wait. He took my name?! Are you serious?!"

Bas sighed like he aged five years in ten seconds.

"You guys let this happen?" Bible nearly choked on his own disbelief. "How did no one stop this insanity?!"

"Bible. Focus," Bas said sternly. "Answer the nurse, please."

Bible crossed his arms like an angry cat. "I feel like shit. I woke up thinking I was Bible damn Sumettikul, and instead I'm Bible Tilapornputt and apparently I married a man who stares at me like a kicked golden retriever. So yeah, 0/10 experience."

The nurse gave a patient smile, used to drama. "Well, we ran some scans on your brain since you reported memory loss," she said. "There's no physical damage. It seems to be a case of short-term amnesia."

Bible blinked. "So you're telling me... I'm gonna remember I married a guy at some point?"

She nodded calmly. "Yes, usually the memories return within a few days. But don't worry too much. Just rest. Let your mind adjust."

Bible just stared at her.

Then at Jes.

Then back at her.

"...Can I opt out of remembering? Like, is that an option?"

The nurse offered a warm smile. "It's good you're keeping your humor, Mr. Tilapornputt."

Bible raised a brow. "Humor? Ma'am, this is a coping mechanism."

She chuckled softly. "I'll just check your blood pressure and then give you something to help you sleep tonight, alright?" she said as she walked over and wrapped the cuff around his arm.

Bible watched her with laser focus while she worked on his bicep, eyes tracking every move like it was the most important thing in the universe. Jes cleared his throat softly in the background.

Bible didn't even blink. He just kept staring at the nurse.

"There we go," she said with a smile as she unfastened the cuff and stood up.

"Miss Nurse," Bible purred, tilting his head with a smirk, "any chance you could be the one checking on me tonight?"

The nurse laughed nervously, brushing it off as she glanced quickly at Jes, who was glaring at her like she'd just offered to adopt his cat and rename it. She mumbled something polite and practically escaped, shutting the door behind her.

As soon as she left, Bible let out a dramatic gasp and flopped back. "GUYS. Did you see her?! Tiny, soft hands wrapping around my muscle arm? I had to flex, obviously."

Mio snorted. "Here we go..."

"She was into it," Bible went on, fully in his element. "Do you think I've got a chance?"

JJay and Mio slowly turned their heads to Jes, who was staring at Bible like he was mentally packing his bags, dragging him home, and putting him on bedrest with zero flirting privileges.

"Oh no," Mio whispered.

"Jes is gonna smother him with a pillow," JJay added under his breath. Bible squinted at Jes with a grumpy scowl, arms crossed like a moody teen. Jes looked back at him, jaw tight, trying not to lose it.

Bible's mouth dropped open in disbelief. "Are you serious right now?!"

Jes sighed, already exhausted. "What."

"You've got no right to get all jealous and barky over me flirting with Nurse Soft Hands!"

Jes's voice was low, controlled. "Actually... I do. We're married."

Bible's voice shot up an octave. "HA! I knew this ring was weird! So this is the wedding ring? Ugh, take it back. Take it back, right now."

He tugged at the silver band like it had personally betrayed him, but winced. His knuckles were bruised and swollen.

"Stop it," Bas said, stepping in. "Let your hand heal first."

"I'll send it back to him in a damn velvet box once my sausage fingers deflate," Bible huffed, dramatically holding up his hand like a cursed prince.

Jes's voice cracked. "So you're not coming back home?"

Bible blinked. "Home? To you? A stranger? Bro, I don't even know your favorite color. I'm supposed to share a bed with you?"

Jes looked like the air had been knocked out of him. His shoulders slumped.

Yeah, he thought. This is what I get. For lying. For waiting too long. For thinking love could outrun the truth.

His voice came out soft. "Alright. Get some rest. I'll come by tomorrow."

He turned around and walked out of the room, quiet, steady, but carrying the weight of a thousand unsaid things on his back.

Bible watched the door close. "Tch. Dramatic much?"

Mio whispered, "Bro, that was a bit harsh."

Bible kept staring at the door like it had just cursed his entire bloodline. His jaw clenched. "I don't know, guys... something about him makes me want to punch a wall."

Bible turned over in bed with a huff, yanking the blanket over his head. "Fuck all of you. I need to sleep. Wake me when the world makes sense again."

The room went quiet, but under the blanket, Bible's fingers absentmindedly touched the ring he swore he didn't want. His brows furrowed.

"...Why does it kinda fit though?" he whispered to himself.

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POV: Author Oh god we just went back in time. LOL We're in pain. We're giggling. We're dramatic.