𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞 | Billy Butcher [ON HOLD]

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖥𝗂𝗏𝖾

«Ginger Red»

I WAS leaning over the sink for fifteen minutes straight throwing up, the scent of puke adding even more aroma to the lingering musty smell that filled the whole place up. I heaved and heaved until there was nothing but an empty pit in my gut.

Frenchie approached with a cup of water in his hand which I gladly took, but even that forced its way up.

A few more pukes and I was done thankfully.

"You feeling better?" he asked handing me a towel and one of the shirts he had here.

"Yeah, thank you," I breathed.

"If you need anything just call," he said before walking away to join Butcher and Hughie who gave me some privacy to clean myself up and change.

I took off my stinking hoodie before soaking my hair and face with water that didn't do much of the cleaning but anything was better than being covered with Translucent's flesh. 

After a few more minutes under the water, I was done as I put on Frenchie's shirt before drying my face and hair.

"I'm done," I shouted for Hughie to come clean himself.

"All good?" Frenchie said as he and Butcher appeared at the door, worry evident on their faces. Yes, Butcher too but he didn't utter a word.

"I'll take this," Frenchie said taking the hoodie from me and throwing it away.

The two started cleaning up the mess we made while I stood there awkwardly not sure what to do until Frenchie cleaned one of the counters gesturing for me to sit on. He was really taking good care of us, unlike Butcher who showed no care, except for the look on his face of course.

"Sorry about all the..." Hughie who wasn't doing any better than me said as he was done cleaning himself too. I'm surprised he didn't throw up not even once.

"Oh, don't be stupid. You did us a favour," Butcher said.

"What are we gonna do with him?" Hughie asked.

"We'll take care of it."

"The tracking chip."

"Already disabled."

"Sit down and relax, Petit Hughie," Frenchie told him but Hughie walked away instead.

"Oi, where you think you're going?" Butcher called after him.

"I'm going home. I need clothes," he said.

"Me too," I said carefully lowering myself to the ground afraid I'd hurt my leg.

"We'll get you clothes. And you, especially you definitely ain't goin' nowhere," Butcher said.

"I thought we got past that," I mumbled.

"No, love not yet."

"I want my clothes. I'll be right back," Hughie said turning to walk away again.

"You are, perhaps... in a state of shock, mon ami," Frenchie said as he stood in his path.

"Hughie, you just arse-bombed America's sweetheart. You can't just piss off," Butcher said.

"I need to go home. All right."

Butcher and Frenchie exchanged a few glances before Butcher spoke. "Frenchie will go with you."