WHISPERS OF LINGORM : A One-Shot Anthology - Chapter 10: Chapter 10

Ling was seated in Orm’s cabin, her gaze fixed on the clock ticking past 1:30 PM. Their usual rendezvous was set for 1 PM, and Orm was never more than a few minutes late, often arriving by 1:05 after wrapping up her work. But today, Orm hadn’t shown up, and yet Ling waited patiently, her heart holding onto hope. Unlike their earlier meetings, Ling's hand bore no self-inflicted injury this time, as Orm had told her before, "You don't need to hurt yourself to meet me. Just come as you are."
As the minutes dragged on, a nurse walked in, breaking the silence with an apologetic message. “Dr. Orm has sent word that she won’t be able to attend to you today. There’s an emergency case that requires her attention. She asked me to let you know not to wait.”
The words stole the gentle smile from Ling’s face, replacing it with a veil of disappointment. Yet, she understood. In the medical field, emergencies were unpredictable and urgent. After sitting still for a couple of minutes, she picked up Orm’s prescription pad and scribbled a short note. Carefully placing it back in its spot, she quietly exited the room.
Moments after Ling left, Orm entered her cabin, her eyes darting around to ensure Ling was gone. She had deliberately waited until Ling had left, following through on her painful resolve to create distance between them. Despite the turmoil in her heart, Orm convinced herself that it was necessary.
Settling into her chair, her gaze fell on the prescription pad. The note Ling left peeked out, and she hesitated before picking it up. Reading the heartfelt message, something stirred deep within her. A lone tear slid down her cheek, betraying the stoic front she had to maintain. Hastily wiping it away, she folded the note carefully before placing it in her drawer.
Leaning back in her chair, Orm let her thoughts spiral. Everything had happened so fast. Ling’s love had consumed her world, and yet here she was, forced to push it away. "How unlucky am I," she thought, "to lose someone who loves me."
Five days passed in a haze of mounting tension. Every day, Ling arrived at Orm's cabin, her heart carrying the hope of seeing her. Yet, Orm, with carefully crafted excuses, evaded her. On the first couple of days, Ling dismissed it as work-related busyness, convincing herself that Orm's medical duties were keeping her occupied. But as the days dragged on, the pattern felt unsettling.
Ling continued to show up, waiting patiently, only to be met with the cold absence of Orm. On one particular day, she waited outside the cabin until the hospital lights dimmed and the staff began wrapping up their shifts. But Orm was nowhere to be seen. She neither answered Ling’s calls nor replied to her messages. The silence was deafening.
Ling’s patience began to waver, confusion clouding her thoughts. Why was Orm avoiding her? Had she unknowingly done something wrong? Hurt her in some way? If so, why wouldn’t Orm tell her, give her a chance to make amends?
Day by day, it felt as if Orm was disappearing from her life, vanishing into a void without explanation. The absence was suffocating, leaving Ling grappling with a whirlpool of emotions—hurt, confusion, and a growing sense of helplessness.
The sixth day dawned with Ling deciding that she would no longer endure Orm's evasions. Instead of heading straight to Orm's cabin, she found herself in the hospital's CCTV room, determined to uncover the truth behind Orm's behavior. From the morning onwards, she monitored the live feed, her eyes glued to the screens.
As the clock struck 1:30 PM, Ling noticed Orm standing in the anesthesia department, giving instructions to a nurse before resuming her work with another doctor. The nurse eventually made her way toward Orm's cabin, entered briefly, and returned to Orm, whispering something to her. Orm nodded, exchanged a few words with the doctor, and finally began walking back toward her cabin. Ling felt her chest tighten. She had seen enough. Her hands clenched into fists as she left the CCTV room, her resolve unshakable.
When Ling reached Orm's cabin, she pushed the door open without bothering to knock. Orm, startled by the sudden intrusion, looked up from her desk, her eyes widening at the sight of Ling.
"Ling, you?" Orm stammered, her voice betraying a mix of shock and unease.
Ling, her expression deadly serious, stepped inside and closed the door firmly behind her, locking it with an audible click. Without waiting for an invitation, she approached Orm, her voice sharp yet laced with pain.
"What’s going on P'mor? Why have you been avoiding me? You don’t answer my calls, my messages. What did I do? Tell me, P'Mor, what happened?"
Orm, caught off guard, instinctively shifted in her seat, her gaze dropping. Ling’s presence loomed over her, intense and unrelenting.
"P'mor?" Ling’s voice softened suddenly, trembling with vulnerability, "What mistake did I make? If I hurt you, just tell me, and I’ll apologize. But please, don’t shut me out like this. Please talk to me."
Ling’s voice cracked, her emotions threatening to spill over. Orm could see the tears welling in her eyes, and for a moment, her stoic facade faltered. But then, as if steeling herself, Orm forced her features into a mask of cold indifference.
"Do you have any injury?" Orm asked, her voice sharp, her eyes scanning Ling. "No? Then what are you doing here? If you’re not my patient and don’t have any legitimate reason to be here, why should I waste my time meeting you every day?"
Orm paused, her throat tightening as she forced herself to continue.
"Oh, I see. Is it because this hospital is yours? Well, let me make one thing clear, Ms. Lingling Kwong—I’m a doctor here, not your friend. So, unless you have a real reason to come here, stop wasting my time."
Orm’s words cut like a blade, each syllable dripping with deliberate coldness. She locked eyes with Ling, her tone biting as she delivered the final blow.
"If you’re not my patient or have no actual business here, don’t bother coming to see me. Now, leave!"
For a moment, Ling stood frozen, her unreadable expression fixed on Orm. Then, without a word, she took a step back. Her eyes darkened, her usual warm demeanor replaced by something cold and unrecognizable.
"Oh, so you’ll only meet me if I’m your patient, right?" Ling’s voice was heavy, almost chilling. She stepped closer to Orm’s desk, silently picking up a scalpel from the medical kit lying there.
"Fine," Ling said, her voice calm yet laced with an eerie determination. "It’s been five days, right?"
Before Orm could process what was happening, Ling raised the scalpel and, in one swift motion, slashed her palm five times—one for each day she’d been ignored. Blood gushed from her hand, dripping onto the floor in a crimson cascade.
The sight was so sudden, so shocking, that Orm froze, her mind reeling. Her breath caught in her throat as Ling lifted her bloodied hand, a twisted smile playing on her lips.
"There," Ling said, her voice steady despite the pain. "Now I’m your patient. Will you see me now, or are you still going to ask me to leave?"
Orm shot up from her seat, her voice a panicked scream.
"Are you crazy ling....?"
Without waiting for a response, she pulled Ling toward the chair, forcing her to sit down. Her hands moved in a frenzy as she grabbed cotton and antiseptic from the kit, pressing them against Ling’s wounds in a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding. The sight of the deep gashes, the blood staining her hands and floor, was unbearable.
Ling winced but didn’t flinch away, her dark eyes locked on Orm. For once, Orm couldn’t hide the turmoil in her gaze—the guilt, the anguish, and the overwhelming ache in her chest as she tried to save the woman she was pushing away.
Orm’s trembling hands frantically pressed cotton against Ling’s bleeding wounds, her panic and fear evident in the uncontrollable stream of tears falling from her eyes. Her voice was shaky, broken by sobs, as she stammered, “Are you insane? Why did you do this? Don’t you understand? Why do you hurt always yourself like this?” The words spilled out of her in a torrent, her grief making her voice barely coherent.
Ling sat silently on the chair, a faint, gentle smile playing on her lips. Her eyes, however, were soft with unspoken affection, watching Orm’s tear-streaked face with a tenderness that seemed almost out of place amidst the chaos.
After what felt like forever, the bleeding slowed. Orm quickly wiped at her own tears with trembling hands and mumbled, “Stay here. Don’t move. I’ll get the first aid kit and fix this.” Her voice was rushed, desperate.
But before she could step away, Ling’s other hand reached out, gripping Orm by the waist and pulling her down onto her lap in one swift motion. The suddenness left Orm speechless, her face now mere inches from Ling’s. Her breath hitched, and her tear-soaked cheeks turned a shade darker as their proximity made her heart race.
“Ling…” she whispered, barely audible, her voice trembling.
Ling’s eyes bore into hers as she interrupted gently yet firmly, “Why are you avoiding me? Is there a reason you want to push me away? Because I know…you love me. Don’t you?”
Orm’s eyes flickered, her lips parting slightly, but no sound escaped. Her gaze darted away then, but Ling’s steady, unyielding stare pulled her back. The weight of the question hung heavy in the air, demanding a response.
“I need to treat your wounds. Put your hand here, I’ll get the kit,” Orm stammered, trying to change the subject as she struggled to stand.
But Ling’s grip around her waist only tightened, holding her firmly in place. Her injured hand lifted into the air, the blood glistening from her fingers. “You didn’t deny it?” Ling said, her tone calm but intense. “That means…, until you give me an answer, I’m not letting you go. And no treatment either.”
Before Orm could protest, Ling clenched her injured hand into a fist, forcing the wounds to bleed again. The sight made Orm gasp, her panic surging as she grabbed Ling’s hand.
“Ling you crazy girl.....Why are you so stubborn?” she cried, pressing cotton against the cuts again.
Ling’s voice softened but carried a resolute edge. “Answer me, P’Mor,” she whispered. Then, in a slightly firmer tone while trying to pull her hand away, she added, “Or else…”
Before Ling could finish, Orm blurted out, her voice trembling and thick with emotion, “I do! I love you!”
“I do! I love you!”
The words barely left Orm’s trembling lips before Ling acted on pure instinct, not giving her a moment to second-guess herself or take it back.
Ling leaned forward, closing the distance in a heartbeat, and captured Orm’s lips in a fervent kiss. It wasn’t gentle—it was raw, desperate, and unrestrained, a kiss that spoke of all the emotions Ling had bottled up for far too long.
Orm gasped, caught off guard by the intensity. But her initial shock melted quickly, her resolve crumbling under the overwhelming wave of emotions. Slowly, she responded, her hands instinctively gripping Ling’s shoulders, her nails digging into the fabric of her shirt as if to anchor herself to this moment.
The kiss deepened, Ling’s injured hand cradling Orm’s face, her palm pressing lightly against her cheek to draw her closer. The faint metallic scent of blood lingered between them, some of it smudging against Orm’s jawline and neck, unnoticed in their shared passion. The kiss was long and relentless, as if Ling was pouring all her love, frustration, and longing into it—every unspoken word, every sleepless night, every pang of hurt, all conveyed without a single syllable.
Orm’s breath hitched, her fingers curling tighter around Ling’s shoulders, leaving faint crescent marks. She could feel Ling’s heartbeat through the closeness of their bodies, her own syncing in a rhythm that felt both chaotic and perfect.
When they finally broke apart, their breaths came in shallow gasps, their foreheads resting against each other. Ling’s lips, slightly swollen, curved into a soft, content smile. She placed two light pecks at the corners of Orm’s eyes, tasting the salt of her tears before gently wiping them away with her thumb.
“I love you so much, P’Mor,” Ling whispered, her voice tender and brimming with sincerity. Her dark eyes softened as they gazed at Orm, who looked back with a mixture of joy and disbelief.
A shaky laugh escaped Orm’s lips as she wiped her own face, her cheeks flushed. She smiled back, her heart swelling with a happiness she couldn’t contain.
Ling tilted her head forward, letting their foreheads rest together again. They stayed like that, savoring the silence and peace of the moment.
After some time, the weight of confessions and emotions had settled between them. Ling’s wound was treated, carefully cleaned and bandaged by Orm, who also had regained some of her composure. The two of them now sat in Orm’s cabin, the earlier tension replaced with a quiet warmth. Ling, however, wasn’t one to let things slide so easily. She leaned back in her chair, her dark eyes fixed on Orm as she softly insisted, “Now, tell me everything. No more secrets P'mor.”
Orm hesitated for a moment, her gaze dropping to her lap. She knew there was no point in hiding anymore. With a deep breath, she began unraveling the tangled web of her thoughts and worries, sharing everything.
Ling listened intently, her expression sincere and calm as she absorbed every word. Her patience was unwavering. When Orm finally finished, her voice trembling with the effort of laying herself bare, Ling asked orm to come near her and without a word, she gently pulled Orm onto her lap again, wrapping an arm around her waist in a comforting side hug.
Ling’s lips curved into a playful smirk as she tilted her head, pretending to think deeply. “Hmmm,” she hummed, dragging out the sound dramatically. Then, with a mischievous teasing glint in her eyes, she quipped, “Ah, so it’s father-in-law's problem, huh? Should I just have him....... taken care of....?”
Orm’s jaw dropped in mock outrage, and she lightly smacked Ling’s arm. “Don’t you dare say such nonsense!" She said "Oh god, I am in love with this ridiculous kid!—how do you plan to kidnap my father?”
Ling laughed, the sound warm and melodious, and her eyes sparkled with amusement. “What can I say? I’m resourceful,” she teased, unable to hide the sheer delight at seeing Orm finally smile, the seriousness fading from her expression.
Orm rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress a chuckle. “You’re impossible.”
Ling, watching her with a soft yet triumphant expression, thought to herself, "Finally, Dr. Serious is smiling."
But, as always, Ling wasn’t done stirring trouble. She leaned in, her voice lowering conspiratorially, “Alright then. Let’s just run away together. Problem solved.”
Orm let out a light laugh, shaking her head. “There’s no need for such drama, you troublemaker. You’ve given me the courage I needed, and now it’s my turn. I’ll talk to my dad.”
Ling raised an eyebrow, her tone still playful but her words carrying a quiet conviction. “And if you change your mind, I’m still up for running away. Just say the word.”
Orm smiled, her eyes softening as she gazed at Ling. “You’re ridiculous,” she murmured, but there was warmth in her voice. She leaned forward, resting her forehead against Ling’s. “But thank you. I mean it.”
Ling grinned, her arm tightening around Orm’s waist. “Anything for you, P’Mor. Always.”
And just like that, the tension dissolved entirely, replaced by a quiet sense of resolve and the undeniable bond between them.
After that day, Ling and Orm's relationship blossomed into something deeper. They were officially a couple now, and their bond grew stronger with each passing day. Ling would visit Orm almost every day, and Orm would make time to meet her as well. They would go on dates, explore new places, and share moments of happiness with each other. Orm spent her days at the hospital, focused on her work, while the rest of her time was dedicated to Ling. Ling, on the other hand, was in the final year of her studies, and the two of them adjusted their routines around each other.
Three months had passed since they had started dating, and now Ling was preparing for her final exams. The next day was her last exam, and a month later, she would be graduating. Due to final exams, Ling and Orm had not been able to meet as much. Ling had been focusing on her studies, and Orm, understanding the importance of the exams, had ordered ling to focus on them for now. Ling, though reluctant, had agreed because she knew that meeting Orm would make her lose track of time, and she needed to concentrate atleast for now.
It had been a week since they had seen each other, and tonight, Ling's anxiety about her last exam was matched only by her excitement to meet Orm after it. With that excitement in her heart, she did a final review of her chapters before drifting off to sleep.
After her thrilling exam, Ling was brimming with excitement. Her plan was simple—meeting her friends briefly and then rush to the hospital to finally see Orm. As she grabbed her bag and headed out, a thought crossed her mind: "I should call P'mor and let her know, I’m coming."
She pulled out her phone, ready to dial, but her eyes were drawn to a message notification from her mother. She opened it casually, but the words on the screen made her brows furrow. Her mother had instructed her to come home immediately after her exam for an important matter. Ling's smile faded.
"Not today…" she thought with a heavy sigh. Her chest tightened with disappointment. She had no idea what the urgent matter was or how long it would take, but it was clear she couldn’t visit Orm as planned.
Determined to inform Orm, Ling reluctantly called her. The phone barely rang before Orm’s cheerful voice answered, “Hey kiddo! How long until you’re here?”
Ling felt a pang of guilt at the excitement in Orm's tone. She took a deep breath and spoke softly, “P'mor... I’m so sorry. I can’t come today. Mom needs me to come home for something important, and I really don’t know how long it’ll take.”
A pause lingered between them before Orm responded, her voice slightly subdued. “Oh… okay. It’s alright. We can meet tomorrow, right?”
They exchanged a few more words before ending the call, but both felt the weight of unspoken disappointment. Ling sighed as she set her phone down, On the other end, Orm sat quietly, her excitement dimmed—but only for a moment.
Suddenly, a bright idea sparked in her mind. A grin spread across her face as she thought, "Why not surprise her instead?" It had been over a week since they’d seen each other, and tonight felt like the perfect opportunity because her parents were not at home, it's not like she needed permission but it's easy for her to make it tonight in their absence.
By evening, Orm found herself standing outside Ling's house, clutching her resolve tightly. She knocked on the door, and Ling’s mother opened the door and greeted her warmly.
“Orm dear! What a pleasant surprise,” Ling’s mother said with a welcoming smile.
Orm greeted her politely "Sawasdee kha Aunty" and explained, “I came to see Ling. Is she home?”
Ling’s mother nodded, a hint of surprise in her expression. “Yes, she’s upstairs in her room. Come in dear!”
As they chatted briefly in the living room, Ling, unaware of the visitor, stepped out of her room, intending to grab something from downstairs. The moment her eyes fell on Orm, she froze. A surge of surprise and joy swept over her, "P'mor?" she whispered, but then her quick mind immediately hatched a playful plan.
Ling silently retreated to her room, closing the door softly and hiding behind it. Meanwhile, Orm, eager to surprise ling, wrapped her conversation with Ling’s mother and headed upstairs. She paused outside Ling’s door, her heart racing with excitement as she imagined Ling’s reaction. Smiling to herself, she turned the knob and pushed the door open—
Only to be caught completely off guard.
In an instant, Ling grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the room with unexpected swiftness. The door shut behind them with a soft click, and Orm found herself gently pinned against it with both hands above her head locked securely, her breath hitching in surprise.
“Nice surprise, P'mor!” Ling whispered above Orm's lips as their lips were brushing, with a playful smirk and her eyes gleaming with mischief.
Orm blinked, her cheeks flushed. For a moment, words failed her as she took in the close proximity and Ling’s teasing gaze.
In that electrifying moment, Ling pushed her body forward, both hands intertwined, their bodies pressed against each other.
"Wait, what are you—" Orm began, but before she could finish, Ling leaned in, capturing her lips in a fierce, hungry kiss.
The kiss wasn't soft or gentle; it was an exploration, a desperate merging of desire. Ling's tongue swept across Orm's lips, teasingly demanding entrance, and Orm responded instinctively, parting her mouth slightly. Ling took this invitation, her tongue diving in, mapping out every contour, every taste.
The urgency consumed them, their breaths mingling as Ling adjusted her grip, ensuring Orm remained exactly where she wanted her—pinned against the door, helpless against the intoxicating heat radiating between them. She pressed her body more against Orm's, feeling the warmth emanate from her, sparking an insatiable fire within Ling.
In that moment, time stood still. The world outside faded away as they were caught in an intimate dance of passion. Ling kissed no! devoured Orm’s lips, as if trying to absorb every bit of her essence. She explored every inch of Orm’s mouth, her kisses deepening, fueled by an unquenchable thirst.
After a long, they pulled apart to gasp some air, Ling looked deeply into Orm's eyes. “Do you want me to continue, P'mor?” Ling asked, her voice soft and gentle, brushing against Orm’s lips as her eyes danced with longing.
“Yes, I need you....” Orm replied, her voice barely above a breath, filled with both eagerness and consent. That words sent a jolt through Ling, fueling her desires and pushing her to explore further.
Ling took a step back, momentarily releasing Orm's wrists before grasping her hips tightly, guiding her towards the edge of the bed. She maneuvered Orm gently, encouraging her to sit, her heart racing as she admired the flush creeping across Orm’s cheeks. The sight of Orm, slightly breathless and so undeniably beautiful, sent desire coursing through Ling’s veins.
“Stay here,” Ling commanded, her tone serious yet firm. Orm nodded, a wicked smile breaking across her face, her eyes shimmering with anticipation.
Ling moved back, taking a moment to relish this newfound power. She slowly approached, a predatory grace to her movements, undressing Orm with her gaze as if she could capture every part of her with pure intention. Orm’s heart raced; she felt completely exposed but also utterly desired.
Without a word, Ling leaned in, capturing Orm’s mouth again. And then her kisses trailed down, exploring the delicate curve of Orm’s neck, planting wet hot kisses and sucking her neck that were filled with the weight of longing.
As Ling’s lips moved lower, she felt the warmth of Orm’s skin beneath her fingers. It was intoxicating—a creamy expanse of smooth, inviting flesh. Ling's hands roamed, tracing the outline of Orm’s body, lingering at her waist before sliding beneath the fabric of her T-shirt.
“Ling,” Orm gasped, her breath hitching as ling's fingers touched her bare skin under her T-shirt. There was an insatiable yearning in the air, thick and charged, urging them both further.
With a shared glance of hunger, Ling pulled the fabric of Orm’s T-shirt and bra—up and off, leaving her bare from the waist up, every inch of orm's skin glowing under the fluorescent lights. Ling’s eyes darkened with desire as she took in the sight—Orm’s soft curves, the rise and fall of her chest, the blush that spread across her collarbone.
“Beautiful,” Ling murmured, her voice husky as she traced her fingertips along Orm’s arms, down her sides, feeling the way her body responded to each caress. “I missed you P'mor”
Tossing her own shirt on the floor—ling pushed orm gently on bed, cradling her, she lowered her mouth, taking Orm’s nipple into her warm mouth, swirling her tongue around it. Orm’s back arched as a moan escaped her lips, her hands weaving into Ling’s hair, urging her closer. Each flick of Ling's tongue sent electric shocks of pleasure coursing through Orm, igniting a wildfire of desire that spread throughout her entire body making her even more damp every minute.
Ling relished the sounds falling from Orm’s lips, encouraging her desires with every teasing lick and blissful graze of her teeth. The air crackled between them with each breath, sizzling with their shared longing.
As Ling ravished Orm’s breasts, her hands moved lower, stopped at the button of orm's jeans. She stared into Orm's eyes, which glinted with wild needs.
"Are you ready for this? P'mor?" Ling whispered, wanting to ensure they were still on the same page, their connection built on trust and desire. Orm nodded eagerly, her breath quickening as she whispered, “I want you ling, inside me!, All of you.”
With that affirmation, Ling quickly pulled orm's jeans and panty off—tossing it aside on the floor, taking a moment to straighten up, her hands moved lower, pushing Orm’s thighs apart, exposing the glistening wetness that awaited her. Ling’s breath hitched at the sight—inviting and irresistible. “Kiddo Huh? You’re so ready for this kiddo......ORM!,” she purred, her voice a low growl of desire. Orm taken aback by ling's word blushed so hard.
"Yes.....I am all yours...." She whispered.
Ling leaned in, pressing her warm mouth against Orm’s core, kissing her soft petals with reverence. The moment she flicked her tongue against Orm's sensitive clit, a shudder erupted through Orm’s body. Ling reveled in the way Orm responded, as if every flick and swirl of her tongue sent her spiraling closer to ecstasy.
“More please.....ahhhh...ahhh...yess,” Orm gasped, her fingers tangling in Ling’s hair, pulling her even closer as Ling licked, sucked, and teased with a fervor that made Orm’s thighs quiver. Ling plunged two fingers deep inside her without warning, curling them just right as she expertly found that sweet spot, igniting a firestorm of sensations.
her fingers sliding deep between the soft folds, teasing and tempting as she thrusts more and more. Orm gasped, a shiver of pleasure running through her, “Oh, just like that.....ahhh...yes ling...faster...fas...faster...”
Ling heatedly responded, her fingers working in a fast rhythm, "ahhh...ahh ling....ummm...you're so good...ahhh" pushing Orm closer and closer to the edge as her mouth also continued its relentless journey. She kissed and nipped her way down Orm's body, drinking in every taste, every sound, reveling in how much Orm craved her touch.
When Ling’s fingers finally found the perfect spot inside Orm, the world around them fell away, leaving only the two of them pulsing in sync with each other’s desires. Ling’s fingers moved in and out, matching the urgency of Orm’s breathless moans.
“More, please… don’t stop,” Orm begged, the desperate need in her voice spurring Ling to go faster and deeper.
When Orm finally reached her peak, her body convulsed with ecstasy, the sensations crashing over her like a tidal wave. “Ling!” she cried out, her voice echoing against the walls of the room. Ling drank in every moment, savoring Orm’s release with her mouth, the sweet nectar of their union hanging heavy in the air.
With a final kiss, Ling slowly withdrew, her fingers glistening as they left Orm's warmth. They both breathed heavily, gazes locked, the spark of passion igniting a deeper connection.
As they collapsed into each other’s arms, they knew that this moment had sealed their bond stronger with trust, devotion and passion.