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Ch 3: Consequences

Krit groaned as he slowly came to, his eyes fluttering open. The room was white and bright, and the smell of antiseptic stung his nostrils. He tried to sit up, only to be met with a sharp pain in his head and a wave of dizziness. He sank back into the pillow, wincing as he tried to recall what happened.

The memories flooded back to him - the party, the drive home, the accident, and then... nothing. He reached up and gingerly touched the bandage wrapped around his head. The pain was sharp, but it helped bring the memories into focus.

His eyes darted around the room, taking in his surroundings. He was in a hospital room, and the monotonous beeping of a heart monitor filled the silence. But something else nagged at the edge of his consciousness. Where is Pon?

That's when a nurse entered, seeing Krit woke up, she quickly crossed the room to the bedside and checked his vitals. Satisfied that he was stabilizing, she turned and left the room to summon the doctor and notify his family.

Krit lay there, feeling vulnerable and disoriented. He had a vague recollection of being in a car crash, but he didn't know the full extent of his injuries or what had happened to Pon.

After a few moments the doctor entered the room. He was a middle-aged man with kind eyes and a reassuring smile.
"Good to see you awake, young man," he said, approaching the bed. "You were involved in a car accident. Do you remember anything about it?"

The doctor nodded, noting Krit's nonverbal response. "That's okay," he reassured,"You sustained a few injuries - a minor concussion and some bruised ribs. But overall, you're going to be just fine."

Krit parents rushed into the room. "Pooh, thank God you're okay!" Banky clutched his hand, his voice choked with emotion.

"Papa, I'm okay. Don't cry na."

Krit noticed his friends standing behind with his father, looking anxious and worried. Michael mustered up the courage to speak up.

"Hey buddy, how you feeling?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

Krit looked at them,"I'm okay," he mumbled, still dazed. "But... what about Pon? Where's he?"

His question seemed to cast a sudden spell over the room. Benz and Michael exchange uneasy glances, and Mos's face darkened with anger.

"What? Why no one saying anything?" he snapped, his voice sharp.

"After almost killing him you asking where's he?" Mos said definitely furious on him.

Krit was taken aback by his father's harsh tone. "I... I don't remember," he protested weakly. "I just want to know if he's okay."

Mos's gaze hardened, "Of course, you don't remember," he muttered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You were the one driving recklessly, weren't you? You put yourself and your friend in danger, and now you're asking about him?"

Banky sensing the escalating tension between her husband and son, tried to intervene. "Calm down, honey," he pleaded, placing a gentle hand on his husband's arm. "Pooh's hurt too."

Meanwhile, Benz spoke up,"Yeah, we haven't heard much about Pon yet. He's still unconscious, but the doctors say he's stable."

His friends exchanged worried glances, while Krit was just stared blankly ahead, the full weight of his actions beginning to sink in. He hadn't realized that Pon's condition was worse than his own. Guilt gawed at his conscience, realizing that he was responsible for their predicament.

After a few moments, Mos spoke up again, his voice now slightly less harsh. "When Pon wakes up, we're going to have a serious talk with y'all. Especially you Krittin. Clips of your party is now everywhere. We need to clear the mess you guys made. All your parents are coming too."

His friends nodded in agreement, their expressions a mix of remorse and worry. They all knew they were in big trouble, both for their reckless behavior and for Krit's negligence as the driver.

Krit just stayed silent, his mind swirling with guilt and fear. He could only hope that Pon would wake up soon, and that his friend would be able to forgive him for putting him in danger.

For hours, their family and friends had waited anxiously for any sign of improvement in Pon's condition. When the doctor finally announced that Pon was awake, there was a collective sigh of relief. Michael, Benz and their parents  immediately rushed into the room to see him.

Pon looked small and weak in the hospital bed. His eyes were half-lidded, and his face was pale. It was clear that he was struggling to stay conscious. Pon's mother crying river seeing his youngest son like this.

When Krit entered the room, his heart squeezed in his chest. Seeing his best friend looking so vulnerable and fragile filled him with a deep sense of guilt and sadness. He approached the bed, his eyes fixed on Pon's face.

Pon weakly lifted his head and managed a small smile when he saw Krit is fine, much better than him.

"Hey, pumpkin," Krit murmured, his voice thick with emotions. "You scared us, you know that?"

Pon tried to laugh, but it came out as more of a hoarse cough,"Yeah, sorry about that."

Krit wanted to say something, to apologize for what had happened, but the words stuck in his throat. He found himself unable to speak, overwhelmed by the weight of his guilt and remorse.

Pon's eyes seemed to notice his internal struggle. He weakly raised his hand slightly, gesturing for Krit to come closer.  He stepped forward, closing the distance between them. He stood beside Pon's bed, his expression a mix of worry and remorse.

"Pon, I..." he began, his voice hoarse. "I'm sorry. I... I messed up. Big time." Gathering his courage. "I was an idiot," he admitted, his voice shaking slightly. "I was driving too fast, I wasn't paying attention... I put you in danger. And it's all my fault.

Pon tried to lift himself up, wincing from the pain. "Krit, stop... don't blame yourself, it's not your fault. That man just happened to pop out there."

Krit and Pon continued talking for a while, the tension and guilt slowly melting away between them. Despite everything that had happened, their friendship was strong enough to survive.

Krit realized that the forgiveness was a gift he didn't deserve, but one he would treasure all the same. As the evening wore on, they talked about everything and nothing, the conversation flowing effortlessly.

After 3 days,

Four of their family held a meeting with their child. Because the boy that day they bullied already leaked the videos anyhow and now they're all over media. Some students also complain about their activities. They also get to know about the drugs and Krit's accident was add fuel on these speculation.

This four families in order to save their reputation and future decided to gave an public apology by their kids and teach them some lesson.

"But dad we can fix this with money right?" Krit questioned.

Benz agreed, "Yes, Pa. Why don't we hire some hackers to get rid of the news."

"The money you guys so habitat of is not yours, it's the privilege, get on your head. From now on you've to earn your own money. Then you'll understand the value of money and people," Mos announced.

"Whaatttttt????!!!"

To be continued....

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