Third person’s POV
Jimi groaned at his wrapped up leg before falling back on the bed. He couldn't bear the thought of him just sitting here like a vegetable while the love of his life was out there suffering all alone. He jolted as something shoved away his leg causing a sharp pain to shoot through his injured leg.
"Argh!" He yelled before glaring at the cause of this assault. Wole sat on a plastic chair with his torso was on the bed as he slept. His face was squished and had markings on the left side of his face like the ones you’d see on fresh Moin Moin from the leather wrapper.
Using his good leg he kicked his brother on the shoulder roughly.
The older man didn't budge; he just adjusted into the bed more. Shocked by this he picked up his phone and took a shot of his squished face for mischievous purposes and kicked him again but harder. The older man shot up immediately shooting deadly daggers at the younger man.
"What the hell," Wole growled in anger.