OffGun December Collection of Drabbles

Grateful (Pick/Rome)

"You should be grateful." Porsche scolded his friend, anger evident in his eyes. 

"For what exactly?" Pick retorted, his eyebrow raised as he felt more annoyed.  

"That you are not dead yet?" Porsche scoffed. 

"When Rome finds out, he will freak out." He added, pointing at his friend's hand in a cast and the patch on his forehead.

"He doesn't need to know what exactly happened." Pick warned his friend. 

"What will you tell him anyway?" Porsche huffed, waiting for Pick's answer, helping him into the car in the process. 

"That I fell?" 

"Tell him a true," Porsche said, starting the engine, driving off of the hospital parking lot. 

"That the fucker Din hired thugs to beat me up to take his revenge?" Pick growled at his best friend. 

"No way in hell." He dismissed the idea, looking out of the window, ignoring his best friend for the rest of the ride home.