I want to protect him (Christian X Jinxx)

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Coma's P.O.V

I needed to throw up again, my skin flushed a vibrant green. My head was spinning, bile rising and falling in my throat. It tasted disgusting.

I stared at Jinxx, who was cursing in French and Spanish every time a car ldrove in front. "Mierda!" He growled, his eyes a dark wooden shade, slick and shaded with anger.

Jinxxy was scary when angry.
Heh.
That rhymed a little.

I swallowed the bile back down my throat, grimacing and gripping on his hand. "IT IS OK!" Jinxx stammered, weirdly enough not comforting me.

"YOU ARE'NT HELPING ASSHOLE!!!" I shrieked at him, panicking as more puke rose and splattered all over his expensive car.
Well shit.

Jinxxs POV

Fuck! I looked at Coma. I could tell by the look on his face that he was sorry.
"Oh shit!" I yelled. I probably shouldn't of said that,"it's- it's okay!" I patted him on the back, only making more puke rise up his throat. He looked up at me, unconvinced by what I had said,"is it?! Is it really?!" He said sarcastically. My little pickle turned into a missile.
I pulled a resting bitch face and looked down at my crotch.
Ye.
Sarcasm made me horny.
Fight me.

One job, Jinxx! One job!

So, quick recap; I'm horny in my puke covered car with a fiercely ill Coma, taking him to the hospital.
My life is just embarrassing and humiliating moments separated by snacks.