Paper Planes

SEVENTEEN [FINALE]

"Bona fide hustler making my name"

Las Vegas, 6:29am

The residents arrived back at their place after a quick enough drive.

Everyone who needed it got assisted out and while Becky still declined any help, Finn heavily insisted she take it as he picked her up from inside the van and carried her into the house.

Still not many words are exchanged as everyone dispersed to help themselves, as well as chat with the bits of the crew that stayed behind to guard their home and let them know what went down.

Finn took Becky to the bathroom, her letting him carefully set her down on the edge of the tub.

After cleaning up the majority of the blood off her face along with her neck and patching her nose as best as possible until they could get their hands on a professional, they finally uttered words to each other.

"Do you think it's silly of me to ask how you're feeling?" Finn spoke as he also started to graciously clean up her hair for her.

Becky puffs her lips a little before saying no, a little quiet then clearing her throat and repeating herself, "No. Sorry" her voice was still heavily worn.

"Don't be sorry, you have nothing to be sorry for. Do you know what you've just done?"

Becky smiles as best as she could, "yes..baby you really meant it when you said I was gonna take over everything. How did you know?"

"I see potential you can't. Besides that, did you really think you were gonna go down?"

"I was pretty close to, hell yeah. I wasn't expecting to end her how I did" she popped her brows up.

"That's done now. It only matters that you did" he smiles at her, giving her a gentle kiss to her now clean cheek, "you should be careful with this pretty face for a while. Till we get a doctor at least"

"They're gonna have to check my knee too. It's so screwed" she rolled her eyes a little, "I know going on wasn't the best, but—"

"You had to. That's okay, as long as you take care of yourself after. With this position, you're gonna be treated like absolute royalty now. Booboos are gonna be the least of your concerns."

"Royalty?...That's all?" She smirks a little bit, "I feel like a god! Can't you treat me that way?"

"I will treat you however you think you deserve. If that's like a god, your wish is my command" he winks, making her blush.

"Perfect. That's exactly how it should be from this point on!" she smiled a little bit; again, as best as she could.

"Don't even sweat it, my love" He backed away for a moment to check around her.

"Can ya, put your legs out so I can take those pants off you?" He turned back around to get more supplies to start tending to her knee.

"Oh, Ferg. You can't wait till we're out of the bathroom? That's very kinky of you" She laughs, teasing at his comment.

"Wooow, ha-ha" he raises a brow once he turned back around, making her laugh again and toss her head back.

"But really....I'm not sure if I can bend my leg" she grimaced a little with a pout.

"That's okay uh—" he looked around for a pair of scissors, "—we can cut those babies off" he wiggled his brows and snipped the air with the scissors.

She tries, but can't help laughing again and spitting a similar set joke,

"Even kinkier"
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"Okay. All of you, each of you listen up" Becky snaps her fingers to get the attention of her crew to look at her, holding a drink in one of her hands.