Every Breath You Take

Being Taken Care of (Kongpob)

I watch my parents being taken to the dungeon.  Dungeon may have been an over exaggeration on Senior's part because when people think of dungeons they think of prisons with floors covered in dirt or worse.   I think Senior likes to call it that to make it sound foreboding but that's not how it really is. I've been there, it's a room in the basement. It's more like a small apartment than anything. I think there's even a mini fridge. Oak would have been really disappointed by it.

P'Bright has my parents' phones and is watching what they've recorded.  After watching he gets a devious smile on his face then heads over to P'Prem and surprisingly, Oak.  Although, it's not really all that surprising to me, Oak is very good at this type of thing. I just didn't think they'd know it.

"I want you to go lay back down." P'Arthit says leading me by the elbow.

Of course I follow.  Besides the fact that he's babying me, my head really hurts right now.  I falter a bit feeling a little dizzy and he supports me, calling for Prem.  Apparently he didn't have to call though because P'Prem was already on his way pulling out his bag.

"Don't forget to get his porridge." P'Bright calls out.

"He can't have that on an empty stomach." He says.

P'Prem helps P'Arthit carry me to our room.  Once I'm in bed, my sun feeds me sweetly while listening to P'Prem's instructions about the medication.

"If he's anything like you he'll be out in the next ten minutes." P'Prem teases.

"I have a pretty high tolerance Pii." I say earning a wink from P'Prem.

Once he leaves, P'Arthit helps me until I've finished.  I could have fed myself but he let me feed him when he was hurt so I'll put aside my pride and let him take care of me.  He gives me two pills then settles in beside me.

"Aren't you going down to help?" I ask.

"Nope.  My priority is here.  They can handle it and if they need me they know where I am." He says combing his fingers through my hair.

"I'm sorry I got mad at you.  None of this would have happened if I hadn't yelled at you." He says sadly.

"It also wouldn't have happened if I hadn't stormed off instead of sulking beside you." I remind.

"That's true too." He says with a soft snort.

"So what's going to happen with P'Bomb?" I ask.

"Well, there'll be an investigation.  I'll be questioned..."

"But Pii, it was a good shoot." I complain.

"I know, and I don't regret it.  But this is how it is.  All shootings must be investigated.  It's fair and shows that the police aren't showing special treatment to their officers." He explains.

"But I don't want you to go." I mumble.

"I'll ask them to come here." He says softly.

"Detective Suthiluck, can you explain  what happenedone more time?" A strange voice says.

I open my eyes and see a man sitting in a chair looking at my Pii.  P'Arthit throws him a look, I assume warning him about volume.  He goes over the story again, explaining what he saw and what he did.

"Did you announce yourself?" The investigator asks.

"I did not.  When I opened the door, he was already swinging the weapon towards the victim." P'Arthit responds.

"Your husband."

"Yes. My husband." He says defensively.

"Does that matter? Is he less important because he's married to me?" Pii asks.