Flowers And Death - VegasPete (English Version)

Chapter 15

No matter how long people live, there will always be something or someone they cannot live without. From a young age, humans become attached to different things, and most of the time when they become attached to something, they forget their old attachment. This is how the wheel of life goes. And Vegas never thought he would one day become attached to someone the way he became attached to Pete. Normally, Theerapanyakul spent days, months and even years obsessed with some object, normally it was some new weapon that was launched on the market, but never a person... I mean, only if it was to kill, but never to live with. Pete was, and still is the first, and only.

There's only one problem when you get too attached to certain things and people, they usually disappear after a while, leaving you with just a feeling of emptiness for a long, long time. And when Vegas went up the stairs and saw Pete on the floor with a pool of blood beside his head, Theerapanyakul felt the truest sense of loss, not even when his father died, did he feel such a thing. It was as if several sharp knives were slowly entering his body again and again at once. Now he could understand the pain people felt when he tortured them, it was unimaginable.

And for mere seconds he saw before his eyes all the happy moments he spent with Pete, and how that man was the person he could never live without. The attachment was real, and genuine.

— Pete? — Vegas called as he fell to his knees next to his unconscious boyfriend. — Pete. — He called in a weak voice and tears were already flowing. - What happened my love? — Picks up Pete's body and places it on his lap. - Talk to me. I want you to open your eyes and say everything is okay. — Shakes Pete. — Pete... It's going... It's going to be okay. — Sniffling, he picks Pete up and runs downstairs, arriving on the second floor, he takes his keys and leaves the house without even closing the door. He didn't have time for these mundane things, right now leaving Pete alive was his priority.

And after five minutes, which seemed like five centuries to Vegas, he finally parks the car haphazardly, in front of the Theerapanyakul family hospital, and nimbly gets out of the car and opens the back door, picking up Pete who was no longer bleeding in the head, as the blood had dried, leaving only frightening lines of crimson staining his entire face and part of his clothing. Arriving at the hospital entrance, as soon as the nurses saw that a family member had just entered the place, they ran to see what had happened.

Vegas starts talking about nothing, in the midst of great despair, and after that, things happened very quickly. Pete was taken from his arms and placed on a stretcher, and when Vegas finally came out of that trance, Pete was no longer in his sight, and it was at that moment that the great and feared Vegas Theerapanyakul dropped onto the clean white floor of the hospital. and shed tears after tears.

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Pete slowly opens his eyes and looks around confused, he didn't know where he was, but at least there was something that was familiar. Sitting on a chair and with his head lying on the bed, while holding his right hand, was Vegas. You could see from afar that that position was not at all comfortable.

Observing his surroundings better, Pete finally realizes that he was in an extremely luxurious room. On the right side there was a gigantic window with white curtains, and next to the windows a table that was a little messy with books, medicines, bandages and other things that Pete couldn't identify. When he turned his gaze to the left side, he could see a huge bookshelf, which took up almost the entire wall, and at that moment he realized where all those books that Vegas left scattered around the house came from.

Tired of lying in that bed, Pete slowly pulls his hand away so as not to wake Vegas, but as if sensing what was going on in Pete's mind, the sleeping Theerapanyakul opens his eyes and gets up with a start.