𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ~ 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 (✓)

Part Two ~ Finding Vansh

Vihaan grabbed Roman's arm and yanked him forward, his eyes scanning his features for any signs of injury when Roman halted in his speech and lost his footing.

"Roman. Hey, open your eyes." Vihaan encouraged, patting his face gently. He saw Roman's eyes flicker open and he helped him settle back on the bed.

"Vi," Roman muttered, blinking the haziness away. "Fuck, that hurt!"

Vihaan pulled off his blazer, threw it on the couch, and rolled up his sleeves to his elbows. He turned to Roman, "Speak up or I have my own ways to deal with you."

"Stop glaring at me you-Fine! I hurt my arm." Roman exclaimed, his eyes widening when Vihaan stepped towards him.

"Take off your shirt, I'll be back," Vihaan commanded, heading to the bathroom and retrieving the medical kit.

Roman tugged off his shirt with great difficulty, looking away from his arm, he hated the sight of his own blood. It was different to drenching someone else in their blood.

Vihaan pulled on his gloves and grabbed Roman's left arm, easing his hold when the latter hissed in pain. "You can leave it be, It doesn't really hurt."

"Zip it!" Vihaan warned. He carefully disinfected the wound and cleaned it up, ignoring the painful wincing that he heard.

Luckily the wound wasn't deep enough, therefore, it didn't require stitches. He wrapped it up with a bandage and stepped back, his eyes hovering over Roman's face, who was sweating.

He retrieved an injection and cleaned Roman's arm who snapped his head towards him, "Vi, No! I don't need an injection, take that thing away-"

"Roman. You were stabbed by a knife. You need a shot for tetanus or there are high chances of your wound getting infected." Vihaan explained calmly, uncapping the injection.

"I don't care, you piece of cow! Get that needle away from me!" Roman exclaimed, scooting towards the edge of the bed. Who would say he was Vihaan's second-hand in the mafia world?

Vihaan pinched Roman's ear between his fingers, "Lay back down."

Roman tried to yank his ear away but Vihaan had a firm hold, "Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Stop!! Okay, fine! I'll lie down. Let go of my ear."

Vihaan dropped his hand and Roman silently laid down, turning his face to the other side, avoiding eye contact at all costs. Vihaan took the opportunity to administer the injection once he found the vein, pulling out the injection seconds later, and that was when he saw Roman's tight grip on the blanket.

"Roman," He called out, throwing the used equipment in the bin.

Roman turned his back to Vihaan. The man took it to his advantage just because he was 8 years older than him. Roman didn't plan on speaking to him for a while but who was he fooling, he couldn't last a minute without bickering with Vihaan.

Vihaan brought a bowl of water and thin strips, placed it on the counter, and gently tapped Roman's back, "Roman,"

Vihaan shook his head and tugged Roman to lie on his back, rubbing his cheek affectionately when he noticed his eyes were slightly moistened, "That was important, Ro."

"Bastard!" Roman murmured yet leaned into the warmth.

"You've been swearing a lot recently," Vihaan commented, laying the cold strip on Roman's head.

"My mouth, my words. Bastard!" Roman retorted tiredly, his eyes flickering.

"Curse as much as you want, we'll talk about this once I'm back," Vihaan said calmly.