Flowers And Death - VegasPete (English Version)

Chapter 02

— What the fuck? — The man curses after falling off the sofa and hurting his arm. He gets up from the floor and sits back down on the sofa, finally realizing, after looking around, that this wasn't his house. — Where are my clothes? — He looked around and realized that they were lying on a nearby chair. Picking them up, he put them on with difficulty and began to wander around the house, trying to find out where the owner was.

Finding nothing on the second floor, the man went up the stairs and towards the first door he saw. Opening it slowly, he saw someone lying in bed sleeping peacefully, and with a smile on his face, the man thought that this person was strange and crazy, who would shelter a stranger in his own home, and to make matters worse, the stranger was injured and had a bullet hole in him.

And that's when the man realized, lifting up the sleeve of his shirt, he looked at his arm, and lowering the bandage a little, he realized that his wound was stitched up.

— What do you think you're doing? — The stranger is brought out of his thoughts when a sleepy voice fills the room. — Don't touch that, you might open the stitches. — The person lying on the bed gets up facing the stranger and slaps his hand lightly, making the man lower his hand and look at Pete with narrowed eyes. — It was hard to make them. — Adjust the bandage. — You shouldn't be walking, you've lost a lot of blood.

— Who are you? And why are you helping me?

— My name is Pete, I'm the person who stopped you from dying without blood on my white floor. — Roll your eyes. — Get back on the sofa and go to sleep, it's still dawn. — Pete pushes the man out of his room. — What's your name?

— Vegas. — Vegas replies, letting himself be pushed onto the sofa.

— Since you were "dead" on my sofa, I couldn't get it right. — Pete explains, pulling out the sofa and turning it into a bed. — You'll be more comfortable now. — Fluff the pillows. — If you feel thirsty or hungry, you can get whatever you want from the fridge, now I'm going back to my room. — Without waiting for an answer, Pete goes upstairs and disappears from Vegas' sight.

— Strange guy. — He lies down on the sofa and covers himself. — He doesn't even ask why I'm in this state. — You stare at the ceiling for a while, until you fall asleep, and without even realizing it, you've slept all night without any nocturnal disturbances. And the next thing he knows, he's woken up by a delicious smell, which makes him open his eyes and see people running around the house.

— Did I wake you? — Pete asks, stopping with the laundry basket.

— No, I didn't. — Vegas sits down on the sofa. He watches Pete do various things.

Pete had woken up at the same time as always, at six in the morning, and at that moment he was tidying up the house, putting the clothes in the wash and making breakfast. He was used to it, it was all like a routine he had created, but today one thing had changed: his visitor, who wasn't exactly a visitor. When Pete got up and went downstairs, he almost had a mini heart attack when he saw someone lying on his sofa, but after clearing his mind from sleep, he remembered what had happened yesterday, and now it was almost an hour since he had woken up, and all the while, he was thinking about what he would do when the man left Morpheus' universe.

Vegas woke up, and Pete still didn't know how to approach yesterday's case.

— I put your jacket on to talk, if you want I can wash your shirt. — Pete says, looking at the sleeve of Vegas' blouse, which has a gigantic bloodstain on the sleeve, and a few solitary drops scattered across it.

— No need. — Vegas gets up and stretches. — I'd like to use the bathroom.

— Sure, the one on the second floor is in that doorway. — Pete points to the left, where there's a door near the stairs. — And the one on the second floor is next to my room.