Porsche and Vegas go inside the hospital in a hurry. After they got a call from the hospital that Chay was in the hospital and needed the signature of his guardian so the hospital could proceed with the treatment, they abandoned all their work and almost got a speeding ticket for how fast Vegas drove there. Porsche had given verbal consent but still needed the written one.
"I'm the guardian of a patient named Pichaya Kittisawasd," Porsche said to the nurse at the information station. She checks the computer and informs that at the moment Chay is undergoing an MRI. She points them where to go.
What Vegas sees at the front of the MRI room nearly stops him in his tracks. What is that asshole doing here?
He is eyeing Kim who stands in ignorance, like he doesn't even spare a glance to Vegas. His eyes are fixed on the door.
The bad blood between the main and minor family runs deep, but he doesn't think Kim wants anything to do with it in the past. Is he wrong?
When Porchay is wheeled out of the room, he immediately calls his brother who looks between constipated and wanting to die with worry. "Hia, I'm fine. Don't worry!" he says with a smile.
Porsche chuckles. "How come I'm not worried, you brat!" Porsche replies while pinching Chay's cheek lightly.
Porchay glances at Kim and says to his brother, "Hia, this is Khun Kim. He's the one who helps me out. If it weren't for him, maybe ..." Chay stops. His eyes are brimming with tears.
Porsche of course knows who Kim is, being amongst the Theerapanyakul for almost half of his life. He looks at his brother who looking back at him innocently. Chay doesn't say Kim's last name, so he probably doesn't know the guy. It's a relief for Porsche. As Vegas is here, he intends to keep Chay in the dark about Kim.
He nods and shakes Kim's hand with gratitude. Kim gives him an awkward smile while letting his hand be shaken. Kim also knows who Porsche is, more than Porsche and Vegas know perhaps. When he saw Porchay at the bar, he thought that those photos that he had on the brothers, don't do Porchay justice.
Porsche pulls him aside, a little further than Chay. Vegas follows after brushing Chay's hair lovingly. Only then did Kim acknowledge Vegas with his side eye. "Thank you for helping my brother. Can you tell me what happened?"
Kim hesitates. "Shouldn't you ask him yourself?"
Porsche shakes his head. "Chay has a bad habit of hiding things because he doesn't want me to worry. He'll brush the important stuff aside."
Kim tells the story in detail to Porsche who looks like he wants to punch the guy to a pulp himself. "Do you happen to know the guy?"
Kim pulls his phone out and shows a picture. "Sorry, if it's not too clear," he says. The photo is in HD, so he must mean the state of the guy. He was bloodied and definitely bruised.
But both Porsche and Vegas who see it definitely know the guy. The meaningful glance they shared is tell-telling.
"Let me guess," Kim says, "Ex-boyfriend?"
Porsche grimly nods.
"I held back calling the police on purpose. I figured you want to deal with this yourself," Kim says, with a double meaning. "If you want me to help ..."
"No need," Vegas cuts it. "We got this ourselves."
Kim hikes his brows but says nothing to Vegas. He turns back to Porsche and smiles. "Ok, then. I'll get going." They shake hands once again and Kim goes to Porchay. "Gotta go, Kid. See you around!"
Porchay takes Kim's hand, it startles Kim a bit but he doesn't take his hand back. He lets Chay grab it with both hands, the warmth is spreading to his whole body. "Thank you once again. If you weren't there, I don't know what would happen to me."
