Falling Dreams, Rising Hopes: Saving Mr. Boyfriend

"Ugh, ugh," Yu Tian was squirming in the bed, sweating profusely. It looked like he was in excruciating pain.

"This is what happens every night," Yu Bufan said helplessly.

"Bu… But," Mei Qingyang hesitated a bit before continuing, "It did not happen when he was with me." She was very concerned about the person she was looking at. She sat down on the edge of the bed and ran her fingers through his silky soft hair. His hair was drenched but it did not matter to her.

She had been called in the middle of the night by Yu Bufan on this particularly cold day. It was later half of February already and it should have started to get warmer. But today, it was another stormy night.

By the time she went to sleep, she had not heard anything from Yu Tian's room. Remembering the last time, she was worried if stormy weather had some particular connection with Yu Tian's nightmares. But there was not enough data, so she had left that line of thought. And she decided to head to her own servant quarter.

Yu Tian did not like she insisted on sleeping in that small room. But when she said it looked cozier to her, he had agreed. In reality, she wanted to put up some appearance in front of Mrs. Zhao for the time being. They had already almost pin pointed her master, but there was still some merit in making her believe a few things that were not true.

Yu Tian and she had been pretending to fight over small things in the house, which made Mrs. Zhao much happy. She would happily report all their daily activities to her agent. And on the days they would fight, they had to sleep in separate rooms. They were not spending their nights in the same room all the time to begin with. Mei Qingyang was very afraid of losing control over her emotions, so she maintained some distance.

Tonight, when she was deep into the sleep, she suddenly heard frantic knocks on her door. At first, she thought something happened in the house. May be some maid was caught doing something she was not supposed to do. Or some fire broke out. She put on her robe hurriedly and opened to door to find a very scared Yu Bufan. He told her how his master's nightmares are really bad tonight for some reason and he had not seen him like that before.

"Why did he not tell me?" Mei Qingyang looked at the assistant with accusing eyes. It was one thing that Yu Tian did not tell her, but at least Yu Bufan could have informed her.

"It… It was master's wish," he replied with a wrong expression. If he had sold is master out, he would have never heard the end of it. He knew she was the only medicine for him. But to trouble her every day was not something that any of them wanted.

Mei Qingyang shook the uncomfortable Yu Tin, who was also convulsing in between, multiple times but he would not wake up.

"Why is he not waking up?"

"Unfortunately, this is how it is. He will not wake up easily."

"Anything from his doctor?"

"He was having a severe headache, and he took a painkiller for it. Then sleep Just washed over him. And he forgot to take his sleeping pills," Yu Bufan dropped his head as he was speaking. It was all his fault. Pain killer also provided much required sleep to Yu Tian. But he had no idea this would happen tonight.

How was she to solve this? She was not a professional psychiatric, although she had read tons of books on psychology as a part of her training.

She nodded to the assistant, "Understood. You may leave now,"

Yu Bufan was as worried as this miss here on his master's bed. He did not want to leave to be honest, especially looking at his master in such a vulnerable condition. But the girl's command was cold and absolute. He knew he did not have a choice. The way she told him to leave was in similar tone to his master when he was angry. He was screwed.

He reluctantly went out of the room and stopped in front of the dining table. He slammed his hand on the table and then clasped them together to helplessly sit down, supporting his head with his fists. He should have taken better care, he was the only one to blame. He should have brought this issue to her sooner.

Today was actually a special day. Not only it was Yu Tian's mother's death anniversary, it was that unfortunate day when Yu Rong had got the funny idea and decided to visit the kid's room. This day was usually traumatic for his master but not to this extent. He knew it, it was all because of the New Year's incident. It was especially traumatic to him and this was the result of that

"Leave me alone, I don't like it," in the bedroom, Yu Tian was shrieking, pulling the bedsheet underneath him apart. If he were conscious, he would have torn it apart already.

"Tian, won't you wake up please?" Mei Qingyang stroked his head with love. How she wished she could take all his suffering onto herself. But there was no way. The street lights outside were pouring in their shine inside. The lights of the room were turned off.

"Get out of here, I don't want you!" he slapped away her hand with force.

"Tian, please, wake up," she did not give up. Grabbing his hand again, she tried to comfort him.

"Go away!" he yelled again. Tears welled up in her eyes. What should she do now? So, she did what she could do the best, she climbed into the bed and hugged him. This was counterintuitive, he flinched. His body trembled.

"No, no," he cried.

"It's okay Tian, it's okay. I am here, no one will harm you," she consoled him.

"I hate this, I hate this," he moved his arms desperately, "no, not the belt, not the belt, noooo."

"Tian, Tian, there is no one, no one, okay? I am here, listen to me," Mei Qingyang was also getting desperate to save the guy. She had no idea what he was going through right now. His body was trembling very badly, and he was rejecting her again and again. Last time it worked, why was it not working this time? And she finally knew his condition better, she should have looked into this matter harder. She had thought just her being with him was working enough. She took this too lightly!

She did not even have any medicine handy. Should she ask Fan Ruyi to get some anesthetic injection? But then she would come to know about his condition. She could not have that, she understood Yu Tian cared about his image. Otherwise, he would have got a solution to his problem long time back.

She had no choice now, she tried to hug him again, cajoling him slowly and steadily. She stroked his head again and again and tapped his hand slowly on a comforting manner. She crushed the sleeping pill by his side into powder form and mixed it with water. Drinking it in herself, she fed it to him through a kiss.

"Please work," she mumbled. But Yu Tian was throwing that out as well, rubbing his lips in disgust whenever she touched them.

Looking at his and her own pathetic state, she could not help but shed her tears. In her last desperate attempt, she touched her forehead with his.

"Tian, please, I am here. I won't let anyone harm you, so please open your eyes," she whispered softly.

"I said no, why can't you understand?" he growled in his low voice.

"Are you awake?" she asked him smiling, through her tears. Her pearl like tears struck something inside Yu Tian's heart. What was this? Who was she? Wasn't he being beaten by her aunt just now?

Realizing he was in his own room, he stared at the girl beneath him incredulously. Who brought her here? Did Yu Bufan not know how violent he usually became when he was in such state. Of all days, he had to bring her today?

"Are you okay now?" she wiped his sweat with a clean cloth she had brought with her.

He still was staring at her.

"Why are you crying?" he questioned. He had finally, slowly come to his senses. But the pears from her eyes, illuminated by faint glow from outside, her big green marble eyes, reflecting that light, they were so blinding that he could not help but keep staring.

"What… do you mean? This must be sweat from all the tussle we had just now," Mei Qingyang made up an excuse. The thing she hated the most was crying in front of him and showing her own vulnerable side.

She had trained so hard to steel her mental attitude, even so, she would give in so many times. Her mom would have scolded her so much, "You are such a big girl now, why do you cry like this?"

In that helpless state, what else could she do? Did she have any choice? She laughed at her own silly excuse.

He released her from his trap and laid down beside her, feeling exhausted.

"I am sorry."