Under My Roof [Complete]

Chapter 7

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A/N: I am back in civilized society!

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Arthit's POV

"How many bones were broken?"

"3"

"Only 3? That can't be possible. It looked like you tried to rearrange his face. And I might say, you may have actually succeeded. How did he get only three broken bones?"

"How the fuck do I know how many bones he broke? I thought you were worried about me."

"Why would I be worried about you? All you need is a small band aid on your hand."

"Oye! Didn't I just say I broke 3 bones. I am going to have to wear a plaster for a month now."

"And whose fault is that? If you had just told us you were going to go out clubbing we would have joined you. I could have really used a punching bag to get rid of my frustration too. And here you had to go ahead and take all the pleasure yourself. Say, Arthit, how did this new roommate of yours convince you to go to the club in the first place? I thought you had sworn off happy places for the rest of eternity."

"Ummm.....uhh...."

Thankfully, right at that instant the nurse entered the room to check on Kong who had still not woken up due to the effects of the drug Mr. Rearranged Face had given him. I very well couldn't tell my friends I had gone searching for Kong completely unrequested. But after I had gone all mama bear on the man groping a drugged up Kong and punched his face and body to a pulp, suddenly I had not one but two unconscious men on my hands. Actually, a hand with three broken bones. So I did the only thing I could think of. Call my friends at 2 in the morning. To say they were shocked to find me next to one bloody man and another unconscious behind a club in some shady alleyway was the understatement of the century. So I lied to them that Kong had dragged me to the club, somehow managed to swallow a date rape drug, get molested in the dark, and finally got saved by prince charming, aka, me.

"How come you never told us your Kong is so good looking? Maybe I should check if that asshole left any bruises on his beautiful body."

I slapped Toota's hand away as I saw it creep towards Kong's sleeping body. I had this horrible sensation of spider's crawling up my spine every time I thought back to that man's fingers touching Kong's naked chest. And it seemed that feeling kept coming back whenever someone went near his sleeping form, including the doctor and the nurses. Is it normal for them to be so....so handsy? So yeah, no way was Toota or anyone else for that matter checking anything on his body anytime soon.

"Stop bothering him, will you?"

Toota had just started grumbling when Kong finally stirred awake and the five of us peered over him to see how he was faring.

"Uggghhh.....my head!...."

He immediately clutched his head and groaned. I suspect he must be feeling a killer hangover.

"Ah fuck! Who the hell are you guys?.....P'Arthit?"

"Oh we are your new best friends. How are you feeling?"

"Huh? Friends?"

"Yeah, seeing we saved your life."

"How the hell did you save his life, Bright? You haven't lifted a finger all night."

"That's a complete lie. Wasn't I the one who bought coffee for everyone? Coffee is officially been classified as a life saver. Ask anyone."

"Huh?"

"Stop jabbering, will you. Can't you see he has a headache. How are you feeling Kong?"

"Uhh...I feel like my head is about to split. I might have had too much to drink last night. Is that why we are at the hospital?"

"You don't remember what happened? You were drugged. Arthit here saved your ass. I mean very literally, saved your ass"

Four hands reached out and whacked Bright on the back of his head. Of all the possible ways to break it Kong what happened last night, this was possibly the worst. Thankfully, Knott soon took over explaining the details in his own patient manner. Although, I was most intimate with the entire chain of events, there was no way I could gather my bearings long enough to be talking sensibly. Since the moment Kong had woken up I hadn't stopped fussing over his bed, barking at my friends, harassing the nurses to tend to him. I mean he was my roommate, my friend, and he was almost.....

And as thankful as I was for all the help my friends provided last night, their non-questioning arrival at the club in the middle of the night, helping Kong, a complete stranger to them, staying at the hospital with us cause I was nothing but a pile of nerves, what I didn't anticipate was them completely refusing to leave us alone after. I just wanted five freaking minutes to talk to Kong alone about last night. But not only did they not stop jabbering, they also insisted on coming home with us and 'taking care' of the two invalids.

And I might have even appreciated their generosity for giving up their Saturday in order to tend to Kong and me if their sole purposes wasn't to raid my refrigerator for food and beer. In fact every single time I was close to drifting off to a very well deserved nap, one of them would pop their head through the door asking if I had any more food stashed away. And once they had finished every last morsel of food, they spread around my house to settle down for a loud, snoring nap. It's like instead of humans I had befriended a bunch of gorillas. And when Bright's snort got so loud he woke up the other three along with Kong, I finally had enough and I kicked the lot out. My painkillers were working great, Kong's drug effects were almost gone and now I could finally focus on the one thing that had been nagging me the entire day.

When we had first returned from the hospital, Kong was still deeply affected by the drug, and was too tired to even stand and so had gone straight to bed. But now that he was awake and coherent I absolutely needed him to take a shower. I know I was being completely irrational, and even a little silly but I wouldn't relax until he had washed off the stench of that man's hands and mouth off his body. In fact I didn't breath a relaxed breath until he was all showered, and fed, and smiling at me in his usual manner over dinner again. He doesn't seem to remember much about last night after having a few drinks, and heading to the dance floor. He knows he had lost track of his office mates at some point but nothing much beyond that. Which also means I don't know who else deserves a face bashing from me.

Actually, I lied. I was not relaxed yet. I don't know if it was still the adrenaline from last night pumping through my veins. Or the horrendous image of that man kneeling in front of Kong. Or the fact that no matter how much I strained I couldn't even hear a softest of sounds from his room. Which basically led me to make 'unintentional' trips past his room every 20 minutes to confirm that he was still safely asleep in his bed. After my 6th trip of alternating between going to the bathroom and getting a drink of water I heard Kong softly calling out.

"P'Arthit, are you still awake?"

"Kong! Yeah, yeah. I'm still awake. Do you need anything."

"I should be asking you that P', you are the one with a fractured hand. Did you need something?"

"Uh...no...no I just....needed to go to the bathroom....again..."

Yeah right, unless I have a bladder of a pigeon, no one was going to buy that excuse. He slowly walked up to and asked in a soft whisper.

"P' is it Ok if I stay in your room for a little bit? I am having a hard time falling asleep and.....and I don't want to be alone."

I was caught off guard for a second by his request. Before I rushed forward to pull him towards my room.

"Yeah....yeah of course. Whatever you need. Were you having nightmares?"

"Hmmm.."

"You went through something so traumatic. You can just sleep in my room tonight. I am going to be right here ok. I won't leave you alone."

Surprisingly, five minutes after both our heads hit the pillow on my bed, all the fatigue from the past 24 hours suddenly caught up to me and I was dead to the world within seconds.