standing for justice

taking time to heal

On the phone a few days later, type darted his eyes to sign.
"Come on! My test has as to have come back from now! I don't have covid!"
"I'm sorry sir. It takes more time then that."
Type rolled his eyes to move back in his chair.
"This accusation was made without any fucking proof!"
"I'm very sorry sir, there is nothing I can do and...."
Type turned off the phone to slam it to his coffee table to groan.
"Fuck! You are such an asshole tharn! In so many ways then one!"
Before type could really go into a fit he heard his phone start to go off once again to grab it to place to his ear.
"What!"
"Hey! Slow down with that attitude!"
Type rolled his eyes to move himself back to the couch to place his fingers to the bridge of his nose to pinch.
"Didn't I tell you to leave me alone!"
"Gave you two days."
Type signed harder.
"What the hell do you want!?"
Tharn signed.
"Adjust yourself and I'll tell you."
Type then got up to place his hand to his hip to look to his ceiling.
"I'm hanging up now."
Tharn rolled his eyes.
"I need to see the doctor. Can't get a ride. Everyone is busy."
"Not my problem!"
Type shut off his phone to place to his back pocket to then go to the kitchen to start to look about to groan, he felt his phone going off again, he slammed the cabinets to place his body to the edge of the counter to place his phone back to his ear.
"This is not my problem! Call for a taxi."
"This is your problem, you got me shot!"
Type narrowed his eyes.
"You got yourself shot and...."
"Think it got infected from...... Well you know. It's red and hot. I have a fever. Just get over here!"
Type rolled his eyes after tharn ended the call, he moved the phone to his face to shake his head.
I'm not going! Because of you I can't work and then that shit happened and.... And.....god damnit!
Sitting to his place, tharn kept his eyes to his leg to then turn his head, has he was about to get to his living room to be sitting down to his chair, to eye the clock to roll his eyes.
Where the Fuck is he!? Called me over an hour ago!
Tharn then grabbed his phone, to have it to his ear to then turn his head to see type come in, given the two gave the other there keys.
Tharn raised an eye brow to see him come in with his head hung to turn about to close the door to take off his shoes to then go about to the stop to widen his eyes.
"Fuck!"
"Told you!"
Type almost rushed to tharn to really eye over his leg, it was infected and it was really red.
"You need to go to the hospital."
"Yeah I know!"
Type rolled his eyes..
"Come on then."
Type went closer to tharn to make him place his hand over his shoulder to then move him about to go to his car to drive..
"How long has it been like this?"
"Since last night, took meds, didn't do shit. God my leg hurts. Your fault."
"How is this my fault?!"
"If you didn't struggle so much my stitches wouldn't have opened and....."
"You are such a jackass! Don't fucking blame me! Shouldn't have done that you rapist!"
Tharn snapped his head to the side to look over type.
"Stop calling me that! You little bitch! Fucking enjoyed it!"
Type scoffed.
"I did not! Was disgusting! God! Nothing but a rapist!"
"Little bitch!"
"Fucking rapist!"
The two continued to argue until they got to the er for the doctor to be able to clean up his wound to give tharn more antibiotics and pain meds, taking tharn back type turned off the car to then look over him to sign..
"Tharn... Were back."
Tharn took in a deep breathe but didn't wake, type signed to then get out of the car to then help him go about to go to his place, type then flopped tharn to his bed to then place his hands to his back to groan.
"Fuck! Your heavy!"
Type made a hard face to see tharn still asleep to his side to then go to him to get his pants off to then get him under the covers to clean a bit to go to the kitchen to then make himself something to eat given he was really hungry.
Getting what he needed, type couldn't help but go to the couch to then let down to wrap his arms about, after what happened the other day with them it had been difficult for type to sleep, thus why he was so cranky.
Type then couldn't help but fall asleep.
After a bit, tharn woke up to eye about his room to then roll his eyes, he signed to then slowly move up to see he was alone to then slowly get up to go to the bathroom to wince to then wash his hands, to go about given he was feeling very hungry to go to his living room to widen his eyes, he then shuffled to his couch to place his hand to the edge to look over type who was fully asleep.
Tired I see.
Tharn really eyed over him to sign to then go about to head to the kitchen to get him something to eat to then go to the chair to then look over him has he slept.
You and I are getting worse with the other. We're suppose to be friends. Can we still be after the fact?
Tharn kept eating to move back to place his plate to the table to his side to wrap his arms about himself has his medication started to wean on him once again for him to then fall back to sleep to wonder.