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captainshorter · 2 years

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Pool scene and what happened after Pete broke down

Trigger warnings: mention of suicide, death and grieve Word count: 3431

Hey hey, this is my take on what happened after Vegas got shot at the pool and how he got in the hospital and just what happened with Pete and everything. I wrote an Arm and Porsche POV, i wanted to write a Pete pov but i realised i couldn’t do that so have this instead:)) (sorry if there are any typos, grammar mistakes or whatever, i checked it twice but still might have missed something)

Arm POV: Tankhun had just left Arm to check up on Porsche and Kinn- Arm had send one of the other bodyguards with Tankhun, he wouldn’t let him travel alone after such a thing happened in their house. Arm himself wanted nothing more than to rush out and check up on Pol who had been shot in the brawl with Vegas’ team but his gut told him to do something else. He opened the live security camera’s and searched them for any activity. And there was.

At the pool side were Vegas and Pete. They were talking which Arm didn’t really understand. Shouldn’t Vegas have been held at gun point by Pete? Arm couldn’t hear what they were saying but it seemed pretty emotional and it made him suspect something. Arm didn’t get time to process any of it though before he saw it happen. One of their own appeared behind Pete and before either Vegas or Pete were aware of that, he shot Vegas several times.

Arm wouldn’t have done much if it hadn’t been for Pete’s reaction; Without hesitation he shot the guard and rushed over to Vegas dropping to his knees clutching at Vegas shirt and crying. Arm couldn’t hear the cries but it stabbed at his heart to see his friend like that.

He immediately alerted a team and send for help, he alerted Kinn and Porsche. And he himself set off towards them. Arm arrived there a little earlier than any of the others though. He heard Pete cries before he saw them both lying at the edge of the pool.

Approaching carefully Arm kneeled next to Pete, as too not scare him and risk getting his own head blown off.

“Pete,” Arm said. Pete barely responded but clutched Vegas’ coat tighter in his fist. Arm heard more footstep approach and knew help had arrived.

He repeated, “Pete,”

Pete finally glanced up at him. Arm nearly didn’t recognise his friend, whom was usually so calm, collected, kind, everything of that had been replaced with fierce look of protectiveness, anger and sadness.

“Back off.” Pete just snarled in response.

“Pete, we’re here to help,” Arm responded carefully, shuffling away slightly from Vegas’ body. “He’s gonna die if we don’t do anything.”

Pete didn’t acknowledge the last statement but looked up at the other people whom had just arrived. One of the guards stepped closer and cleared his throat, “We called an ambulance, it’s nearly here. May we escort Vegas to the entrance?” He was talking maybe a bit to professional for the occassion but this was a safe approach Arm thought.

He was wrong. One of the other guards took a step too close to Pete, Vegas and Arm and he immediately got a gun pointed to him.

“Pete!” Arm exclaimed as he grabbed his friend’s arm which didn’t budge.

“Let them help.” Arm continued on not letting go of him. “They are here too help Vegas, let them do it. He still has a chance now but look at him, he doesn’t have much longer.”

It only took for Pete to look at Vegas to make his decision. He lowered his gun, raised his head and with the strength left in him, he lifted Vegas up.

“Lead the way,” Pete said, his voice didn’t even strain, but his eyes betrayed his emotions.

The guard that had spoken up led Pete, followed by Arm, to the entrance of the mansion, where an ambulance was waiting. Once in the ambulance it was a different story, Pete barely had wanted to let go of Vegas and it had taken Arm a lot of words and physical strength to let the ambulance personnel do their work.

Arm had never seen his friend like this, it was like he was barely hanging on a very thin nearly ripped apart threat. When they walked next to the stretcher which took Vegas through the hospital and when they were told they were not allowed to come with Vegas inside the emergency operation room it took all of Arm’s remaining strength to keep Pete back. Whom eventually gave up, having lost all his strength and will too fight. He didn’t even cry and barely even responded to anything Arm said. Arm was at loss for words both from the state his friend was in and because he didn’t completely understand what was going on between Pete and Vegas. When had this even happened? When Pete had been gone? Had he actually been in the Minor’s family house? Had he been with Vegas?

Arm didn’t know and didn’t want to think about it when Pete was barely hanging on. Pete had leaned against the wall and slipped to the floor, not having the strength to stand on his feet any longer. His hands were shaking and covered in blood- well maybe it was faster to mention which parts of him weren’t covered in blood- Pete was looking at them, his face expressionless almost like he wasn’t currently in this world. Arm didn’t know what to do but luckily support arrived.

Porsche POV: Porsche hadn’t want to leave and rush to the hospital just when he had found his mother again but when he had heard the urgent way Arm had spoken over the phone with Kinn he had no choice left but to support his friend.

Together with a few other bodyguards- including Pol who was in need of medical attention- Kinn and Porsche set off to the hospital. Pol was still walking around but got immediately taken to get the wound checked and the two bodyguards, on Kinn’s order, went with him. Porsche and Kinn went to find Pete.

Porsche spotted Pete but only because he recognised Arm. Pete was nearly unrecognizable. He was covered in blood but that wasn’t what made Porsche nearly not recognise his close friends, no. Pete was slumped against the wall, his legs splayed out in front of him and head hanging down uncharacteristically, his bloodied hands were resting in his lap. If Porsche hadn’t known better it looked like he was unconscious. But he wasn’t, even from the distance he could clearly see Pete’s shaking hands and deep breathings.

Arm stood helplessly by Pete’s side, saying things that Pete didn’t seem to notice. Porsche sped up his pace until he was next to Arm and he touched his shoulder.

“Mr. Kinn.” Arm nodded at Kinn, who stood beside Porsche, before turning his attention back to Pete.

“Pol just got taking in one of the rooms, go support him, we’ve got this.” Kinn said to Arm, who nodded gratefully and with one panicked glance at Pete took off down the hall Porsche and Kinn came from.

Kinn and Porsche shared a glance and without saying a word Kinn went to talk to a doctor passing through the hall. Porsche didn’t pay attention to the conversation but instead focused on Pete on the ground. Porsche crouched down next to him, his muscles ached in protest but he ignored it.

“Pete,” Porsche said gently. Pete glanced up at Porsche absentmindly. His eyes seemed to recognise Porsche but Pete didn’t acknowledge him in any way further.

“I need you to tell me if you’re hurt.” Porsche said matter-of-factly, he needed to know that before he could focus on Pete’s mental well being. Pete shook his head, “I’m not injured.” Pete spoke up. His voice was raspy and cracked slightly as he started speaking. Porsche shot a quick glance at Kinn who had returned back to their side.

“And?” Porsche said. He knew it was still too soon to know but he needed something for his friend.

“They don’t know if he’ll make it yet but the doctors are trying everything they can to save Vegas.” Kinn said. It wasn’t good news, not necessarily but it was hope at least.

“What about Macau?” Pete suddenly spoke up. Porsche hadn’t expected him to say something but these words were even more surprising.

“Macau?” Porsche repeated dumbfoundly but Pete needn’t answer for Kinn did, “I had someone call him and pick him up to bring him here.” Pete didn’t seem really satisfied with the answer, but then again he didn’t really seem to be reacting to much.

Kinn took a step back again, “I’ll ask someone for a room where we can stay in.” he announced before disappearing. Porsche wanted to protest to tell him not to go somewhere alone like that but they didn’t have much choice, he couldn’t leave Pete behind like this. Porsche personally didn’t know what he had to do. He didn’t know if Pete wanted to talk about this or if it was best to give him the silent comfort. With Porchay it had always been easy; he would start to cry and Porsche could comfort him with a hug and tell him it’d be okay and they’d find a solution or talked through the problem together. Porsche didn’t see that happening with Pete any time soon so instead he sat down next to Pete propped against the wall.

Porsche made sure their shoulders brushed against each other before he leaned his head back against the wall with a soft ‘bonk’.

“He’ll be okay, Vegas’ tough. He won’t die so easily.” Porsche said, trying to ease the mood. It didn’t seem to be working, Pete didn’t respond and Porsche decided they’d just sit in silence till Kinn returned. Kinn did return with a nurse who wore a concerned look on her face as she eyed both Porsche and Pete. Both of them were covered in some significant amount of blood, Porsche not that bad but he’d been beaten up and you could see that.

“Are you okay?” She asked as she reached out a hand to the two boys. Porsche nodded, as he stood up brushing off, his dirty jeans.

“We’re fine, thank you. Just in dire need of a shower. Can we?” he said. He glanced down at Pete who hadn’t moved.

“Of course Sir, follow me.” She said and she made a turn to start walking, she didn’t yet though and instead waited for Pete to stand up too.

“Come on Pete, up you go.” Porsche said as he grabbed Pete’s arm and hauled him to his feet. Pete stumbled but Porsche didn’t wait for him to find his footing instead he slung an arm around his waist and half carried him down the hallway following the nurse.

She led them into a hospital room with an bathroom attached to it. Before leaving them alone she bowed and said, “I’ll be back with some new clothes in a bit. If there’s anything else i can do for you, Mr Kinn, let me know. Please excuse me.”

Porsche led Pete to the bathroom, which luckily had a bathtub-shower. He left Kinn sitting on the bed as he closed the door behind him and Pete. He sat Pete down on the edge of the tub. “Pete, I need you to undress yourself, can you do that?” Porsche said gently and Pete complied. He moved his shaking hands to the buttons off his shirt and started to undo them, clumsily. Porsche felt a pang of sadness as he looked at his friend. He couldn’t handle this sight much longer and eventually helped his friend get out of his dirty clothes. Once that done, he started up the water, waiting for it to heat up before slowly moving the spray over Pete’s body. Pete didn’t seem to mind anything Porsche was doing and just stared ahead, a sad gaze in his eyes.

It helped, Porsche noticed, that they were in a private room. The walls around Pete had crumbled down and Porsche was now left with a Pete broken, sad, tired and scared. Porsche combed a hand through Pete’s hair gently, trying to untangle any knot in the way. Then he moved on and scrubbed Pete’s back and arm’s clean.

Porsche turned off the water and leaned a arm on the side of the tub looking at Pete. Pete was looking down at his feet, not saying anything, maybe ignoring Porsche or maybe just replaying everything that had happened that evening.

“Talk to me, Pete.” Porsche urged gently.

Pete shrugged before Porsche noticed a tear slipping down Pete’s cheek. It could as well have been a drop of water that fell from his hair to his cheek but it wasn’t because more tears started to drop from his eyes. Porsche reached a hand over and guided Pete’s head to his shoulder.

“It’s okay, let it all out, I’m here for you.” said Porsche softly as he rubbed circles in Pete’s back. Pete started to crumble once more this evening but this time Porsche was there to catch him. Porsche reached his other arm towards Pete too and pulled him in a proper hug.

It was a bit awkward with the bathtub still in between them and everything but it seemed like Pete didn’t care at all. He clung to Porsche’s bloodied shirt tightly like he would never let go of it again, like he would completely fall apart if he didn’t hold on tightly. Porsche didn’t say anything, he just held on. He could feel the fear and pain in Pete’s sobs and it nearly tore him apart.

It took quite some time before Pete started to collect his composure again but no surprise there. Porsche could only imagine slightly how it would feel to lose the biggest and most important thing in your life and for Pete that was Vegas. For Porsche that was Kinn and Porchay and both of them are completely okay- well for Kinn some bruises but no life-endangering wounds.

Finally Porsche spoke up and asked, “What happened?” he easily could have gotten that story from Arm who had seen it happen on the surveillance camera’s but that felt wrong to do so. Pete took a deep breath before he started to talk, avoiding Porsche’s eyes.

“I ran after Vegas and ended up at the pool with him. He was about to take his own life but he didn’t when he saw me. We talked and just when my words had gotten through him...” Pete winced and rubbed his face with his shaking hands.

“One of the main family shot him.” Porsche finished, it was either that or Vegas ended up shooting himself in front of Pete anyway, but Porsche didn’t think Vegas would have the guts to do that, not in front of Pete like that at least. Pete nodded in confirmation.

“I killed the guy who shot Vegas.” Pete stated, he didn’t say it like he felt guilty for doing. He said it matter-of-factly without much of any emotion showing, like he didn’t care if that guy had been someone he knew or not. Porsche couldn’t help but feel a trickle of fear shoot through him, that and some feeling that related to Pete, he would have done the same if that had happened to Kinn. Porsche didn’t respond on it though.

“Let’s get you dressed okay?” Porsche said before he stood up and checked if the clothes had been dropped off. They had been and with a nod to Kinn he returned back to the bathroom where Pete had curled up with his arms around his knees, staring blankly in front of him.

“Come on, up you go.”

Porsche helped Pete get dressed again. After their conversation Pete had seemed to have turned back to his lifeless sort of way. Porsche ushered Pete to the room where Kinn was sitting on the bed, phone in hand.

“What’s up?” Porsche motioned his hand towards the phone.

“Tankhun texted about Macau. They’re both here.” Kinn replied as he looked up to watch Pete and Porsche. Porsche pushed Pete to sit down on the bed before he responded to Kinn, “We’ll go there after i’ve taken a quick shower.”

And he did take a quick shower, the quickest he had ever taken. He only lingered to look at the new bruises forming on his face. With the clean clothes on, he returned to find Kinn and Pete still in the position he had left them in.

“Do you need to change Kinn?” he asked.

“No i’m okay, it’s not that bad right?” Kinn asked and Porsche shook his head. “Right.” he agreed and the three of them left the room to find Kinn’s brother and cousin.

And when they did find them it was in a way Porsche had never expected Tankhun to treat anyone of the minor family, in a hug. Macau seemed clearly uspet and Porsche wasn’t sure if it was because of Vegas being heavily injured or because he heard his father is dead. The former seemed the most likely but you never knew with this entire family’s (main and minor) fucked up relationships. Vegas had reacted pretty heavily about his father’s death, maybe it would be the same for Macau.

Pete reacted on Macau stepping toward him and touching his shoulder in a brotherly gesture. Tankhun slowly let go of Macau but held on to his elbow for some show of support. Porsche wasn’t surprised by this as he had been only a second ago. Now he thought about it, Macau was a still a kid after all, okay maybe not a kid, but still fairly young.

Macau looked at Kinn and Porsche before he turned his attention to Pete who was now talking to Macau softly. Porsche couldn’t hear what he was saying but whatever it was it seemed to calm Macau down a little. Porsche was impressed by how well Pete had picked up his own emotions before talking to Macau. It was probably one big mask but still impressive.

The five of them eventually sat down on the floor. There were no chairs close to the emergency room Vegas was currently being treated in, so they made due with what they could do and that was sitting on the floor. They had been waiting for hours already. Tankhun had fallen asleep against Kinn’s shoulder who was also dozing off, with his hand intertwined with Porsche, and Macau was barely staying awake either. The only ones who were still wide awake were Porsche and Pete. Porsche on sheer worry for Pete- and also slightly for Vegas because despite everything he didn’t deserve this- and Pete on anticipation and worry for what would happen next. They didn’t speak but Porsche had put his hand on Pete’s knee for support a while back. Sometimes a doctor or nurse would walk from the room and past them and Pete would perk up just a bit before he realised they were ignoring them.

It lasted maybe two hours longer before a doctor approached them. Porsche hadn’t seen him approach them, he had been distracted by watching Kinn and thinking about what happened. Pete stood up with such an haste that Porsche hand dropped to the floor nearly painfully. Porsche stood up slower and bowed his head at the doctor before asking, “How’d it go, Doctor?” Porsche said.

“He’s stable, we managed to remove the bullets succesfully and he’ll probably make full recovery.” The doctor said and Porsche breathed with relief, he would live. That meant Pete would be okay.

“Thank god.” Porsche exclaimed.

“Are you his family?” The doctor then asked.

“No uhm.” Porsche searched for words before Pete butted in.

“His brother is there and cousins, I’m his lover.” Pete said. He said it easily like he was sure of it, and of course he was, he didn’t just have two full blown break-downs for anyone.

The doctor didn’t look surprised at all and nodded, “We’ll be moving him to another room in a bit where he can rest up and stay for the remainder of his recovery. I already noticed the bills are covered by Mr. Korn so no worries about that either.” The doctor announced as he looked down at his notepad.

“Thank you.” Porsche and Pete both bowed at the Doctor. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to check up on some other patients.” And with that he was gone.

Pete fell back against the wall with a bonk that woke up Macau. Pete breathed out relieved and rubbed a hand over his face and through his hair. Macau looked up at Pete curiously and raised an eyebrow. Before Macau could ask Pete already spoke up.

“He’ll be okay, they did it. He made it.”

#this is wayyyyy longer than i expected it'd be but atleast it's out of my head now #also did i just write a bit of armpol through this?? nooooo #vegaspete #kinnporsche #writing #this took me nearly 6 hours to write what the fuck #anyways:))))#kinnporsche shitpost #biblebuild #kinnporsche the series #pete saengtham #vegas theerapanyakul

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