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One second out of the room, one minute just to use the restroom in brevity,
was somehow enough time for hell to break loose.
“You fucking stabbed me!””You got in my arm’s reach,””FATHER!!!”Rykiel darted into the hallway and quickly found the priest, as if a messenger was needed to hear the ruckus
coming from the room.
“Father, Versace stuck a scalpel in
Ungalo!”Pucci sped towards the room, where Ungalo held his bleeding cheek as he stumbled away from Versace, who was lying perfectly still in bed. The aforementioned scalpel lied on the floor, covered in blood.
“What happened?”“Ungalo was trying to steal my medication.””No I wasn’t!”“Why were you trying to reach
it, then?”The brothers would bicker like this ever since they were wheeled into the emergency room. Ungalo had been the first to recover
enough to move, Rykiel the second.
Since then, it has been hellfire every time they come across each other. They could not be left alone for a moment, Pucci realized.
One time, Pucci had gone to retrieve a book; it took just a few minutes. When he came back, Superman and Goku were animated and in fighting stances. The priest had to quickly make Ungalo shut down Bohemian Rhapsody and have everyone return the money betted over who would win. And this was the most peaceful of their ordeals.
Other times, the situation quickly devolved into violence. Pucci assigned Rykiel, the most complaisant
of the boys, to keep watch over the other two.
“Okay, the priest said I have to make sure you guys don’t fight, so don’t fight, please.”He was immediately pelted in different objects manifested by the others’ Stands. Bohemian Rhapsody brought the Slimer from Ghostbusters to life to chase the panicked Rykiel into the halls in search of
salvation.
Underworld was already one step ahead and had blood rise in puddles from the ground.
When Pucci returned, Rykiel was cowering on the floor, covered in blood and ectoplasm.
Something had to be done to make these boys get along, and quick.
“It’s my turn to pick what we watch,” Versace declared.
Ungalo was ready to dispute with him, but Rykiel quickly clamped
his mouth shut with his rods. The latter brother did not bother to argue. The former pried at his own mouth, confused as to why he could not open it.Pucci kept watch this time, ready to intervene should anything happen. Thankfully, Versace just surfed
through what channels the hospital television had to offer. The brothers were silent for once, it was almost jarring to the priest, if not miraculous.
He received a call and stood.
Careful to not alert the others of his leave, he quietly stepped out the door. The call was from an informant in Port St. Lucie, telling him that Jolyne and company had managed to defeated Miuller and escape Green Dolphin Street Prison.
Once the call was finalized, he hung up and moved to
return to the room. He already heard shouting, of course there was. He was ready to enter the chaos and diffuse the situation.
He took a deep breath in and turned the doorknob.
“YOU’RE TEARING ME APART, LISA!”The boys were raucous, certainly, but for once they were sharing a laugh. They all held bags full of plastic spoons, a bunch which already layed under the television. Tommy Wiseau onscreen with his horrendous movie, The Room, had dissolved the tensions between the brothers.
Ungalo was the one who had shouted the infamous line ontime with the movie. He had watched it plenty of times already and had attended a few screenings. Rykiel had seen it once before, but it was alone, which is never the same as watching it with others. Versace had not seen it at all, but he was having a good time watching it and remarking over its frivolity.
“Is there another sex sene after this, huh!?”
“No, it’s just the three at the start,” Rykiel replied.
“Actually, two of those are the same shot.” Ungalo added.
“Really?””Of course it was, dumbass cow!” Versace dissed.
“Shut up,” Ungalo snapped, “You’re missing it!”Pucci had to smile at this. At last, the boys had reached a bonding point.