Venice was in the garden when he heard a quiet meow coming seemingly out of nowhere but after some exploring he noticed a quite small black cat on one of the branches of one of the trees.
"Oh, hey there" Venice smiled at the cat who meowed again while looking like wanting to climb down but not being sure how to "Did you get stuck?" he asked and when the can meowed again he decided to climb the tree to see if he might be able to help the cat to get down.
Unfortunately one of the branches Venice stepped on wasn't as strong as Venice thought it might be and snapped, causing Venice to end up on the ground under the tree.
Venice hissed when he could feel pain in his hand and when he looked at it he saw a big scratch on the heel of his palm.
The next moment the cat jumped down from the tree and landed next to him.
"Oh now you can get down just fine, huh?" Venice looked at the cat, but couldn't bring himself to be angry at the animal since it wasn't its fault that Venice fell down from the tree.
The cat moved a bit closer to him but then ran away when there was someone coming towards them.
"Venice?" Vegas called while looking for the boy who was slowly but surely standing up. "Ven... oh shit. What happened?!" Vegas asked and quickly walked up to the boy.
"I fell down" Venice glanced at the tree branch that landed next to him.
"You're bleeding... we need to... ehm... I should... we need to do something and..." Vegas was having a hard time to think straight when he saw the blood on Venice's hand. Of course that the boy got hurt when Vegas was supposed to look after him. Of course Vegas failed to keep him safe. Of course he failed to do something so simple as to keep him safe. Pete and Macau were both out so Vegas was supposed to keep an eye on Venice. Vegas promised Pete that everything will be fine, that he will make sure Venice will be alright and of course that Vegas managed to fuck it up.
"It's just a scratch, Vegas. It's..." Venice started, having no idea why Vegas seems to be panicking so much over some little scratch.
"Did you hit your head? You fell down from the tree, right? Why did you even climb up there? Does anything hurt?" Vegas was asking one question over another while guiding Venice inside to treat the injury on his hand.
"I didn't hit my head" Venice shook his head.
"Sit down" Vegas pointed at the stool in the kitchen while going to get the first aid kit. "It looks bad" Vegas frowned while placing the first aid kit on the counter and looking at the scratch on Venice's hand.
"It's just a scratch" Venice muttered, having no idea why Vegas was panicking so much. It didn't even hurt that much.
"Pete is going to kill me" Vegas whispered while trying to figure out what he should do first, clearly not listening to what Venice was saying.
Clean the wound, right? That's what you should do first, right? Vegas hoped that it was the right first step so he went to get a clean kitchen towel and once he had it he wet it a bit and began to gently wipe off the grass and dirt of Venice's hand.
"I am sorry" Vegas said quickly and moved the towel away from Venice's hand when Venice hissed in pain and on instinct pulled his hand away from Vegas's touch.
"What happened?" Vegas looked at the door, seeing both Pete and also Porsche entering the room.
"Pete... I... I just.." Vegas was trying to make a sentence but not very successfully before he put down the towel and quickly left the room, knowing that Pete will have to first take care of Venice before he will go yell at him for being incompetent and useless piece of shit who failed in such an easy task as keeping his own son safe.
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A Fresh Start
FanfictionThe coup was over. The minor family defeated. Gun was dead. Pol and Vegas both injured. Arm can not bare the idea of losing his best friend. Pete refuses to think that Vegas will die. Gun was finally dead so Vegas and Pete should start their new lif...
