Phai & Bank ( Love Syndrome)

CHAPTER - 8

-Ahhh... - Bank groaned as he crashed his motorcycle into the cat and skidded on the road. Fortunately, it was very late so there wasn't much traffic. Bank was lying on his back on the road, slightly dazed, before slowly getting up.

- Young man, how are you? Aow, Bank? - the owner of a night bar ran to look, before waving and realizing it was Bank.

- Hey, Tom! Come help hold the Bank. shouted the merchant to his subordinate.

-Oh, Bank, are you okay?-Tom ran to look at the other person. Bank waved his hand.

- It's okay, I'm fine. -replied Bank, but Tom helped him sit on the table.

curb, while the others helped lift Bank's motorcycle.

How are you? Hit the head? - Tom asked because they knew each other well.

- No, Tom. I'm fine in the head, but my arm... Bank said, raising his arm to look at him. He saw that there were scratches and his jeans were torn.

-Do you want me to call your mother?-asked the owner of the wholesale pool.

- It is not necessary. Mom must have fallen asleep. I don't want her to panic. I'm going to call the people at the store to get the car and take me back. Bank said before picking up his cell phone with a sigh. When he saw that the cell phone screen was

broken and couldn't make calls, Tom called Moss, because he has his number and told Moss to come get the Bank. Bank too

examined his own body. - I think you better go to the doctor, no

we know if the injuries are just superficial. It wasn't a light blow. - said Tom.

Moss and Pong soon arrived, who were shocked to learn that Bank had fallen.

- Pong, please take my motorcycle

Go back to the pool shop. I'll ask Moss to take me to the hospital. - said Bank, Moss agreed before Tom

help Bank get up to go to the hospital immediately.

- What happened? How did you get into an accident? Where were you? - Moss asked as he took Bank

to the hospital.

- A cat came towards me. - replied Bank. Then he looked

to the cell phone and thought he would have to

buy a new one.

When they arrived at the hospital, the nurse took Bank to examine his wound.

- Ugh, you're fine! - Moss joked.

- What the hell? Tomorrow I will be sore, my back will be scratched, and most importantly.

my mother... I'm sure she will

scold me. - Bank complained.

- If I can't go tomorrow, why

please manage the billiards. said Bank in advance, because he still

Don't know if you could get up and go

work or not. He's not in much pain now, but he figured maybe tomorrow wouldn't be like that.

Bank and Moss are back at billiards,

Bank wants to organize some things.

When he arrives, many people

ask what happened, because he

has a white bandage covering the

arm points. After finishing