Gold Edition, Copper Tone CH.8
"AW YEAH, FREESTLYE PIGGEH SLIDE!" Those words immediately woke me from my sleep. I heard panting and loud noises, along with music.
"Gris if you are having an orgy of any kind I will fahking cut your dick off," I threatened over the music. Since he didn't respond, I regrettably rolled over. What I saw was worse than an orgy. Felix and Gris were playing Just Dance 3 while Chairle sat and watched. I immediately started to laugh, which caused them to look at me. Felix was blushing, but Gris was unfazed by my laughter. "You two looked like fahking homos!"
"Please Stephano, you're just jealous of my sexy Piggeh Slide dancing," Gris said turning back to the game. Felix looked flustered for a minute while he nervously moved the Wii remote.
"How you feeling Stephano?" he asked. I sat up and felt pain course through my veins.
"Ugh, I was fine until I sat up," I muttered. Felix tossed his remote to Chairle, and gestured for me to follow him. I reluctantly stood up and followed him, taking note of his still-existing limp. He led me to the bathroom and motioned for me to sit on the sink-counter. I did so and he pulled out a bottle filled with liquid and some cotton balls.
"Hold still, bro," he ordered putting the liquid on the cotton ball, I recognized the smell as alcohol. He touched the cotton ball to my cheek and a burning pain shot threw my body.
"Ah! Jesus Christ that hurts!" I yelled in pain, but held still as he cleaned my wound. He quickly finished and put some salve on it. Then he grabbed both sides of my chin and turned my head from side to side.
"What are you doing?" I asked as he inspected me.
"Checking to see if you're hurt anywhere else," he replied simply. He examined my neck and found five puncture wounds at the back, and cleaned those as well as putting bandages on them. I hopped of the counter leaned in the doorway.
"Hey, Stephano," Felix said, I looked him up and down.
"Yes?" I asked sharply.
"I-uh-I wanted to thank you for saving me from the B-Brody," he responded meekly.
"It was nothing."
"Are you sure?" I ruffled his hair and he glared at me.
"Of course I'm sure. I am Stephano!" I answered, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. He laughed and lightly punched my side and I recoiled.
"Ah, that hurt!" I cried, gripping my side. Felix looked shocked.
"I barely touched you," he said, touching the same place, causing more pain.
"Fahk I think he broke some ribs," I muttered in agony.
"Let me see, take your shirt off," he ordered. I nodded and took my jacket and shirt off. On my side there was a large bruise. Felix ran a hand down my side, grazing the spot lightly.
"Would you stop doing that!?" I yelled angrily. He shook his head and grabbed my other side, while he felt the bruised one.
"It's isn't broken, thank God," he said after a while. I nodded and followed him when he told me to. He put some ice in a bag and handed it to me. "Put this on your side, it'll help." I nodded and pressed the ice against my side. It hurt, but then the pain melted away, a soothing feeling taking over.
"Fahk…that feels better. Thank you Felix," I breathed with a nod. Felix smiled and we went to the living room where Gris and Chairle were dancing.
"No problem, bro," he responded, shaking my shoulder in a friendly way.
