My Fool From the Sky

Chapter Eight

Sathorn started gently washing Griffin's back. Even though he was still flustered he was now more mesmerized at all the scars on Griffin's back, he had seen them before but there was a lot of blood before so they were harder to see. Sathorn thought he might have gotten those scars but it scared him a bit so he shook the thought off. After washing Griffin's back Sathorn tapped on his shoulder "เสร็จแล้ว(Finished Already)" As Sathorn was about to get out Griffin grabbed his wrist again. He pulled him and moved him so they swapped places but the tub was small sideways so they got very close and it made both of their faces a bit pink. Sathorn was confused until Griffin was making it so the water got all over his hair. Once his hair was wet Griffin handed him the shampoo. Sathorn sighed, he just washed his back and he couldn't help him wash his hair. Sathorn wanted to be a little snarky so he grabbed onto the wall and acted as if he was feeling as bad as he was before. "Are you okay?" Griffin asked him, answered with weird noises of not feeling good. "Alright here I'll help you." He had taken the shampoo and washed Sathorn's hair for him. After washing his hair with both Shampoo and Conditioner, he took the body wash and started washing his back. Sathorn's face was a bit red as Griffin did this, but his face flushed even brighter when he tried to take off his towel to completely wash him. "ผมทำเองได้(I can do it myself!)" Sathorn yelled, dropping his act quickly. Griffin nodded and got out of the shower, still in the bathroom. Sathorn was going to wait till Griffin got out of the bathroom and he was very surprised when he saw a wet towel plot in the tub over the rim slightly. "It's gonna be there so I don't get the floor wet." Griffin said as he got a dry towel out. Sathorn's face was still red, especially now since he thought Griffin was naked. After drying off, he wrapped the towel around his waist again and left the bathroom. This made Sathorn calm down, take his own towel off, and continue his shower. Griffin was waiting for Sathorn to finish so he could help him put more bandages on. He obviously could do it himself but it wasn't very neat so since Sathorn was now able to help it would be better to have him do it. Griffin went and grabbed his backpack from beside the couch. He wanted to unload everything that he had collected. He put the canned foods that he had in his bag in the pantry which was in the kitchen. He also Brought his clothes up to the room he was staying in and put the dirty clothes in a basket. While in his room he also put on some new boxers and pants. He grabbed a shirt as well but didn't put it on. After unloading everything he went back downstairs and saw Sathorn come out of the bathroom. He walked over to him, grabbed his wrist, pulled him back into the bathroom, and handed him a roll of bandages. He then lifted his arms so Sathorn would have an easier time to wrap him. Sathorn was shocked at first by being pulled but got the idea once Griffin handed him the bandages. He helped wrap him up and then Griffin put on the shirt he got earlier. Both of them went out to the living room sitting on the couch. "Are you feeling better?" Griffin asked before standing back up and grabbing his backpack again. The only things that were still left in there were his journal, his sketchbook, his stovetop, and the Thai-English Dictionary. He brought it over to the couch and pulled the book out. He flipped the pages until he found the right words saying them as he found them. "T-Tao... keu... Khun...Kwaam Roo Se-Seuk?(How are you feeling?)" He attempted to pronounce. It was very rough but Sathorn was able to understand what he was saying. He knew this word so he didn't have to look through the book "Good" He said. Griffin nodded, He then pulled out the words he was practicing before, other than the apology as he had already done that. "Khun... Som... rot? (You Fix Car?)" He remembered the words he practiced. Sathorn had to think for a moment as he had forgotten about the car before but then he remembered and took the dictionary. "B-Bat er e, dehd... no.(Battery Dead, no)" Griffin sighed but nodded. He was going to take the book back but Sathorn flipped a bit more. "Sum thing... Lss rahng.... Different cahr... yes (Something else wrong, different car, yes)" Griffin was happy to hear that he could fix a car as long as it wasn't a battery. He knew that a dead battery needed to be charged and figured that's why he couldn't fix it if he knew how to fix other stuff. Griffin's lips moved up a bit, almost as if he were going to smile, but of course his face didn't do that... did it? He Took the dictionary from Sathorn and flipped through the pages again. They did this back and forth to have a conversation, even if it was a bit of a hassle. " uh rai... gert..kreuuang bin gop (What happened plane)" as Griffin said this Sathorn frowned a bit. "Craah shhd....dont no Y (Crashed, dont know why)" Griffin nodded. "Y here... this howce? (Why Here this house?) "Gao... pooen...layew.. Dee...baan (Old Friend and nice house.)" Sathorn raised an eyebrow at old friend. "เก่าเพื่อน? (Old Friend?) Griffin nodded, he wanted to know if Sathorn was really related to Thanaphat. "Coon... Roo... cow? (You know him?)" "May bee... faam ill e.. ol.. Howce (Maybe, family old house)" "coon.. mee..Nong..shai?" Sathorn nodded. Griffin's suspicions were becoming more likely. He stayed silent for a little before Sathorn changed the topic slightly. "Yur.. baahk... sk R.. so.. Man E.. Y? (Your Back, skar, so many, why?)" Griffin stared at him for a few minutes before standing up. He didn't want to tell him, he didn't want any pity and just felt like it wasn't important to tell him now. Sathorn thought he made him uncomfortable and quickly flipped through the pages "Sah ry (Sorry)" Griffin just slightly nodded and shrugged. "Its fine, anyways, make yourself at home here. I mean it is your home anyways." He stated before grabbing his bag and going upstairs to his bedroom. He sat down on his bed and pulled out his Sketch book, he started fixing a few more of his pages and also attempting to draw one of the zombies he hadn't drawn before by memory. During his drawing though he couldn't stop thinking about his past and in the middle of drawing he closed the book and opened his journal to start reading again. Recalling the past, all the bad memories he wrote down. "I remember the days in which I got these scars... they aren't all from the same day but all from the same thing...." walking home after those kids pushed me around all day wasn't fun. But I was happy I could get away from them finally, that was until I got home and my parents started yelling at me. They yelled at me about how they were the talk of parents now because of how I looked. They didn't care that I was being bullied, in fact they thought I deserved it. I didn't really have a safe space to be for a long time, not school nor home. However, today everything took a turn for the worse, making the house I lived in the farthest thing from a home... In fact It felt like hell.