"2gether the series " - English version

Chapter-13

2gether The Series 《เพราะเราคู่กัน 》Phraa Rao Khuu Gan
2gether The Series, Chapter 13: Enduring mosquitoes with together

I spent an hour in the guitar room, got a little bored, and shut the door and went back to my dorm. Opened up my phone to surf the web, and suddenly found an IG post about Sarawat's injury, and in the picture I saw Sarawat sweating profusely, with a calm expression, but with blood all over his knees. My mood was suddenly and completely behind me and I couldn't quietly continue reading the reviews. Someone else in the comments down there asked me if I was coming. With so many people in IG caring for him and none to take care of him, his legs were out of whack and he was pulled aside to sit by his friends. I made a quick dash to the field, I searched in a panic and saw the college social grounds, I didn't hesitate to rush over. Many people gathered around the field to watch the game. I saw Sarawat on the other side of the field.

T: "You..." I raised my voice and approach him with sympathy.

S: "Are you coming to cheer us on, too?" Damn, I'd feel bad if you said that.

T: "Why don't you treat the wound and just let it bleed? Where are the medics, where are your fan girls? Where are your friends! TMD why are you still sitting here, doesn't it hurt? Are you trying to get your leg amputated?"

S: "Just a fall," he said softly.

T: "Just a fall? This wound looks like it was hit by a car."

S: "It was an accidental injury while blocking the ball, don't worry. Calm down.

It was so hot, I got down on one knee to examine his wounds, his clothes were dirtier than a wild dog, and I couldn’t tell whether he was playing football or begging.              

S: "I just told them I would take care of the wound myself." He picked up the medical kit beside him and handed it to me.            

T: "Do something for me and handle it yourself.”        

S: "I can't handle it on my own right now, it hurts."                                         

T: "What if I'm not here."            

S: “Then I will let it bleed to death."      

T: “Then you really will die." It really was a matter of not seeing the coffin without tears, and I picked up the alcohol disinfectant and sprinkled it on a cotton ball and went hard to scrub his wounds.

S: (Make a sound that cannot pass the audit.”)

S: "Do it light, okay." I should have stuck a cotton ball in his mouth. Luckily, we were on the other side of the field, everyone was watching the game, and his fanboys were so far away that no one should have heard.

T: "Where's the anti-inflammatory medication?

T: "It's a pain in the xss to get hurt without anti-inflammatories, don't you really know the importance of having those at hand?"

T: "It's a mistake starting with your injury!"

S: "Don't worry, it's okay, it'll be fine." I guess without anti-inflammatories, treating it with alcohol should be fine for now and the only way to go for a short time.