Three hours had passed after Frank's incident, making the time around 11:15 am. I had taken him out of school for the next two days, having him stay over at my place.
Since the douchebags beat him up, he had two decent sized bruises on his left side, a scratch across his right cheek, and a large bruise planted right on his chest, reason why he coughed up some blood.
Because of the injury on his chest, it was hard for him to talk and swallow (dont get any ideas you kinky shits) . So, what he did was just text what he needed to say, or simply shake his head yes or no. It worried me horribly that he was in this condition. He kept saying he's fine, but when you're not able to talk, that's a fucking problem.
"I don't care if you say you're okay, I'm taking you to the doctors' office tomorrow," I said walking out of the kitchen, setting another glass of water down on the coffee table for Frank.
He nodded, slightly smiling as I sat down next to him on the cushiony couch. I grabbed the remote from my left, wrapping my arm around him and turning on the TV to Alvin and the Chipmunks.
"Wanna watch this?" I asked him quietly. He nodded his head enthusiastically, quickly pulling out his phone and typing into the kik keyboard.
fronk fronk is typing...
fronk fronk: i love all these movies!
I giggled, adoring how cute he was. And to be honest, Alvin and the Chipmunks is actually pretty cool. I kissed his forehead twice, cuddling up more against him as I could and watched the weird, but hilarious movie.
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Frankie finally awoke from his peaceful, but long nap, through a lot of funny movies. I had now been laying down on the couch, him lying on me. His face was burried in my neck, blanket wrapped around him and I. He rose his head slowly, blinking his eyes a few times before realizing where he was. He met my gaze, smiling cutely up at me. I planted a kiss on his nose, having a noticeable blush rise up in his cheeks.
"Good morning, sunshine," I said with a chuckle. He replied by rolling his eyes at me grinning. He got his phone, typing again, and soon turning the screen to me.
fronk fronk: its not actually early morning is it? if so im going to shit bricks
"No you brick shitter," I said laughing.
He scowled at me, lightly pushing my face over, making me laugh louder. He silently laughed along too, probably hurting himself if he did aloud.
