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Michael had been spending more time with his siblings for a while, having realized how much he’d missed being with them, and how much he needed those peaceful moments with them.
Tonight was one of those night where he’d gone out with his older brother to watch a concert together.
They were just walking back home together, chatting about the concert and the many songs that had been played for them, when a few men suddenly pushed them both down.
OB tried to push himself back up, but was pinned down again, two men forcing him to stay there while another two men were beating up Michael with iron pipes and their feet.
Michael tried to defend himself, but, with the constant hits, he didn’t have time to counterattack, only being beaten harder.
OB, in the meantime, kept trying to break free, pushing as best as he could against the two.
“You’ll see when I get up! You better pray!” He growled at them.
He kept trying to break free, getting more and more pissed as he could hear and see his brother being beaten mercilessly next to him.
Suddenly, as Michael let out a loud and painful cry, he saw red, his hand finding the nearest debris and smashing it into one of his opponents’ skull, knocking him out with how strong the hit was.
The moment he had one of them down, he easily overpowered the other, knocking him out with a good fist in the head and breaking his nose.
As soon as he was free, he didn’t waste any time to go fight the ones that were on his brother.
Thankfully, they were taken aback that he’d managed to free himself and easily knocked out.
Then, once everyone was dealt with, OB rushed to his brother’s aid.
“Michael!” He cried out as he knelt by this one’s side, trying to look at the damage done. “Oh no…”
He was horrified by how beaten up his brother was, and even more as he realized the source of the cry from earlier.
Michael was there, curling up on himself painfully, his body full of cuts and bruises, but the worst part was his left arm, that was bent the wrong way and to which he was clinging in pain.
“I’m calling an ambulance, hang in there, bro…” OB said as he quickly took out his phone, dialing the emergency number.
It took a little too long, for OB’s taste, for the ambulance to arrive, as he stayed by his brother’s side, petting his hair to try to soothe his pain a little.
Once they took them in the ambulance, they rushed Michael to the hospital, where they had to put his arm back in place, something that OB hated as he had to hear his brother screaming in pain again, crying.
At least, once that was done, they patched him up and put a cast on his arm, to avoid it moving, instructing him on being careful not to move it too much, and not to hit it against anything, or the pain would increase, and the healing process might be altered.
They kept him on observation for a day, allowing OB to stay by his side, as Michael showed signs of extreme anxiety at the idea of being left alone in the hospital.
Of course, OB had to call his siblings to warn them of what had happened, and make sure they wouldn’t fear the worst as they didn’t come home for a day.
They, of course, wanted to come to the hospital, but OB managed to reassure them that they would be back within a day.
OB had to help Michael walk a bit, as they walked back home, where their siblings awaited for them worriedly.
They barely stopped themselves from jumping onto Michael to hug him when they saw him in that state.
Still, they couldn’t not hug him, being mindful of his arm and of his battered body.
After that, they all took care of him, helping him with little tasks, even just getting dressed was hard for him, so OB took his role of big brother to Michael back, while for eating Khloe and Keith helped him.
It took a long while of him staying at their house for him to heal, as they wanted him to stay with them for that time, despite Armaros saying he could help him if he really wanted to go home.
Still, despite everything, Michael had to admit that he appreciated the time with his siblings, even with his broken arm. For him, he felt closer to his siblings thanks to that.
Still, despite how much he enjoyed being close with his siblings, he didn’t overstate his welcome, deciding to leave them alone after he was healed fully, not wanting to be a bother for them, despite how silly it was for them, and wanting to get back to his routine.