Author's note: A short continuation of Pick's stair-falling accident.
It felt like deja vu for Pick. Rome was sitting next to his hospital bed, crying his pretty eyes out. Pick swears he will kill his best friend one of these days. After the fall and laughing fit from Porsche, he was finally taken to the hospital. He ended up with a broken leg and wrist, not to mention a ridiculous amount of bruises and scratches.
Pick tried to calm his boyfriend down, but it appeared to be extremely hard.
"I am okay, Rome. Stop crying, please." He coaxed Rome with a gentle voice.
"I thought you were dying." Rome wailed, making Pick's heart squeeze. He pulled his beloved on his chest with his good hand, letting his fingers brush through Rome's soft hair.
"Didn't Porsche explain anything?" He asked confusedly.
"He said you are at the hospital after falling from the stairs and that I need to come," Rome answered, peeking at him.
"Fuck that asshole," Pick growled.
"I am going to kill him." He added before kissing the top of Rome's head to calm himself down. His best friend had an incredible gift to make him angry every time he opened his mouth. He's going to teach him a lesson for starting paranoia in his boyfriend's head.
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OffGun October Collection of Drabbles 2022
Fanfiction✅COMPLETED New drabbles and short stories with Off/Gun and their couples. This time a little bit dark.
