Ex Army Trauma surgeon Phupha Viriyanon lost everything the day the man he loved was stolen from him in a brutal attack. He turns vigilante with a group of expertise who came from various background such as special forces, hacking, armory and others...
Six years ago as I grief over New death with mere alcohol and bad choices. Come the knocks on my motel door and standing was a man. I didn't remember him at that time but he mentioned that I was his partner doctor and he indebted to me. First Kanaphan.
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I recall his partner case as it was one of my residency night at the emergency that embedded on my memories. He love his partner so much and willing to do anything for a mere additional seconds to be with him. And miraculously I manage to do that, not saving, but giving him additional time for goodbye.
He dragged me out of my motel to a back yard and there's man kneeling on the sand, his hands bound behind his back and a sack over his head. There a few small blood stains.
*Flashback*
"Khaotung," I said softly. "That was his name, right?" The man nodded. "And you're Kanaphan," I added.
"First," the man corrected. "He was the only one who called me Kanaphan."
"I'm sorry," I said gently. "I wish I could have done more."
"You gave me three days with him. Three days I wouldn't have had otherwise."
"I can't give you three more days with New but I can give you this," First said as he nodded at the man kneeling on the sands.
I was stunned to hear him refer to New. "How... how did you know about that?" I asked.
The circumstances of New's death had been carefully covered up by the military and I'd been to out of it to even process what had happened to him... to us.
"Go on, and take it off," he said.
I knew he mean the sack covering the guy's head.
I was shacking but do as he said.
His wide, terrified eyes met mine and he tried to say something around the fabric tied around his head, gagging his mouth. But I didn't care about that, because all I saw were the piercing blue eyes... the ones that had been filled with blood lust the last time I'd seen him.
All the gruesome memories of what happening with New and me come as a flashback. I remembered all the punishing strength to New and me, he'd held me down while one of his buddies do what they did to New.
"How?" I managed to ask First.
"Overheard him telling some of his buddies that he and his guys had fucked up a couple of faggots at the military quarters two months ago. His words not mine," First added and I assumed he meant the slur.
"A friend of mine was an MP at that base. He told me what they did to you and New and the cover-up that happened afterwards. When I found out you were one of the victims, I thought you might like to do the honors yourself," he said.
