Destined to be yours Vegaspete ff

Chapter 5

Vegas pov

Shit shit shit!!
None of us moved for a second.
Then suddenly Pete came running towards me.

"Oh my god! Y-you are shot. You're bleeding too. Is it hurting? What am I saying?! Of course it hurts. L-let's go to the h-hospital." He was babbling with tears in his eyes.

"Pete hey look at me, I'm fine. Calm down hmm... Look at me and breath with me. Inhale... hold... exhale..." I hold both of his shoulders trying to make him breath normally as he was crying nonstop and choking.

"B-but you're hurt." He said sobbing. Poor baby, he must be shocked to see me like this.

"Pete go back to your room okay. We'll talk in the morning." I said trying to calm him.

He shook his head and said, "N-no, I'll help y-you." He said still sobbing.

I tried to protest when he looked at me with an angry pout while crossing his arms trying to glare at me. And I didn't have the heart to tell him that he looks like  Jerry from the 'Tom & Jerry' when he is angry.

He took the first aid kit in one hand and slowly held my good hand in his other hand and took me to the room. He made me sit on the small couch in my room and switched on the light.

He sat beside me and inspected the wound. He said that the bullet hasn't gone deep thankfully and it was stuck at the higher part of my arm. He then opened the kit and removed the bullet slowly using the extractor which I always kept in there for emergencies. I hissed in pain and Pete muttered a small sorry giving me sad eyes. He  then treated my wound carefully and bandaged it.

Pete is such an angel. Why is he so concerned about a monster like me?! I don't understand. No one has ever cried for me other than Macau but here he is treating me with such care as if I'm something so fragile.

I had a shitty life while growing up. I lost my mom when I was 10 and Macau was only 5 then. Our father was the worst human ever and treated us like shit. I always took his beatings and curses because otherwise Macau would be in my place and I would rather die than letting my little brother go through that hell. But I knew Macau was still traumatised because of our father. So it was a fucking blessing when that asshole passed away. I don't have an ounce of sympathy for that bastard. I haven't told Macau about the nightmares I have been having since his death, cause I didn't want him to worry. I really am fucked up I guess! *sigh*

I was brought out of my thoughts by the soft touch of something on the bandage. Pete just kissed it?!!
........................!!

"Um.... mama said that they heal faster this way." Pete said staring at me with his doe eyes.

"Thank you. I'm sure I'll heal very fast now." I said with a small smile.

Pete looked at me with red cheeks and said, "You're welcome." His tears have dried but the cute pout was still on his face. Damn! How can such a cutie pie actually exist in real life!!

He suddenly got up, went to the bathroom and came back with a err... wet towel??

"Um there's blood on you. I'll wipe it for you. You can take a shower tomorrow so the wound won't get infected." I was about to say that I can do it myself but he gave me a look that says 'let me do that or else I'll whoop your ass.' So I just shut my mouth. After cleaning my upper body, he looked at my pants and turned red. I smirked.

"Will you help me take off my pants too Pete. You see, I'm badly injured!!" I teased him.

He looked shocked at first and then slowly nodded. Poor baby is so determined to help me. I don't know why but with Pete I just feel at peace.