This Song Is Called You.

29. Attending a funeral

"Stop moving!" growled Arm, who had a long bandage in his hands, unrolling it along his friend's muscular chest.

"You hurt me ! Can't you be gentle?!" groaned Porsche, who held his shoulder with a grimace. "That crazy Kinn, took the bullet out of my shoulder just like that, he thought he was a doctor or what? How fucking crazy..."

"Consider yourself lucky not to be dead." hissed Pol, who was eating a packet of crisps while watching a football game on his phone.

Arm nodded slowly to approve his colleague and he finished treating Porsche's shoulder but the latter grumbled again while going back to bed which was a mess.

"Fuck Kinn, my back hurts way more than my shoulder..."

"What the fuck, Porsche?!" Pol exclaimed, dropping a chip on the floor and Arm slapped his friend's intact shoulder with an embarrassed smile.

"Don't tell me you did it with your shoulder being like this? Wow...Khun Kinn really is an animal."

"A dog in heat yeah!" roared Porsche, accepting Arm's glass of water and disciplinedly taking the medicine.

Pol rolled his eyes, picked up his chip from the floor and ate it under Arm's disgusted gaze.

Porsche sighed and he crossed his arms, hissing as he felt a pain in his shoulder, but he smiled at his friends before raising a curious eyebrow:

"Where is my brother?"

"In the next room..." Arm said, fumbling for words. "Khun Kim....Well, we don't know what happened, but Nong Chay is injured too, like you, and Khun Kinn went to help Khun Kimhan fix the .... Broken bone."

Porsche's look changed immediately, he stared at the door with concern, and tried to get up but his two friends stopped him quickly.

"No, no, don't get up, you'll open your wound again and let me tell you I'm not a fucking nurse, motherfucker!"

"That asshole Kinn went mad, he's just gonna hurt my little brother! Who the fuck let him do it ?!" barked Porsche, who began to fidget. "Can I know where Porchay is injured?!"

"His right knee..." Pol whispered, remembering the young boy's state with sadness.

Arm punched his colleague again, pushed his glasses up his little nose and grabbed Porsche's big hand in his, trying to be convincing:

"Listen, you've been causing a lot of trouble... We seriously thought they were going to kill you, they're very angry with you, guys... But I don't know what you talked about, and obviously Khun Kinn loves you still pretty much... Well at least, he messed with you again so maybe..(Arm's gaze slid over Porsche's crotch before looking at him again). I don't know what spell you put on him, but it seems Khun Kinn is ready to forgive you... Not without facing consequences, of course."

Porsche gritted his teeth, and he looked down at his hands, he began to play nervously with the blanket, he knew.
He must have already listened to Kinn yelling at him for an hour, before being fucked injured, in a car... Damn Kinn.

Pol frowned, he put his phone down and took a cigarette out of his pocket.

"He's already...decided on a punishment." Porsche confessed, despite his anger, he tried to remain proud and he raised his head, staring into space. "Kinn will take over my company, and I'm . ..I could choose between staying locked up forever in the cell to become his fuckboy or resuming my role... it's like starting all over again, from the very beginning."

Arm frowned, he tilted his head in confusion and Pol followed suit.

"How so?" asked the two idiots at the same time.