The Banana Splits: Splited Nostalgia.

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TW: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS BLOOD AND CURSING. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

As the orange ape and the brown lion were still talking on the kitchen. Fleegle was ready to take care of patch's ear. a damped cotton ball was held by the beagle's tweezers, ready to clean the mud and blood. the smaller dog didn't seem to notice. he was staring at nothing, thinking of how sad bingo was because of the movie. and soon he was too.

he almost had forgotten of the movie. but the memories were strong, patches tried to get her mind away from it...but..it was impossible. she could hear the yelling, she could feel the blood running down the place...she could see..them..

All the blood, the suffering, the deaths. they caused it all. They made bingo sad, they made snorky feel angry. it was their fault. 

those thoughts were going in to her brain and would not go away. it seemed that was the case at first but then, he felt a stinging pain in his ear. those memories erased from her head, they went away as fast as they came. patches suddenly forgot what he was thinking about. is like when you are speaking and you suddenly forgot what you were talking about. why did it hurt so much?

(Patches POV)

 It was fleegle, rubbing the cotton ball filled with alcohol against my ear..i got startled by how sudden the pain was..it feels annoying...i don't like it..why do i always get hurt? both mentally and physically. i can never be relaxed and at ease.

Fleegle is cleaning the wound...its hurting my ear..i don't want to cry again..my eyes feel funny..am i gonna cry again?..am i such a coward that i can't stand the pain of my stupid ear?

Fuck..i can't...My mom told me not to swear and say bad words...but is hard..at least fleegle can't read my mind. He placed the cotton ball into a tiny metal tray and reached inside the medical kit..what's now? how else can i suffer?.. 

he is now picking the tiny rocks that got inside of it with smaller tweezers..hurts even more..i don't like this..why doesn't he stop?...why?

He was finished. finally...the pain stopped..he wrapped my ear with bandages. as he's doing it i let out a sigh...the pain is gone..

geez.....i'm such a baby..but at least i can calm down..i closed my eyes as i breathe slowly to relax. but...there's more pain..not from my ear...but my nose instead....shit..i forgot my nose was bleeding.

Ouch! i complained. i hate when the pain takes you by surprise, again both mentally and physically. now tears are running down my face..but fleegle didn't seem to take notice. he was too concentrated in cleaning my nose.

he pulled blood clots from my brown nose with a tissue. i started to cry even more. this time he did notice and felt bad.

i pulled away from him and decided to cover my nose with my hands. i don't want more pain...i want out..my nose hurts..is filled with clots..but i'll manage. Fleegle didn't liked this. he grabbed my chin, pulled it up and held it there. not again..

that tissue was inside my nose again, pulling all of those clots and dried up blood out. it feels like when i clean my ears with cotton swabs, but much worse and painful

I just heard him said "I'm sorry..i'm almost done" i whimpered..he said that minutes ago..

"Hush...it's allright.." He is so nice...sweet and kind..but he takes to long..i want him to take the pain away already..

there was a piece of what it looked to be skin crust sticking out of the surface inside my nose. i knew about it because fleegle quickly pulled it out.

AARGH! Fleegle keeps rubbing the tissue in my nose...i can't...no...

...no more....no...stop..no more..i want out..i don't want to..Fleegle...please..

(End of POV)

STOP! The little dog yelled as he pushed fleegle's hand away from their nose. The beagle was surprised. but at the same time this was going to happen, you know how kids are. their bodies are much fragile than a grown-up.

Patches was crying again. there was no more blood to be cleaned, only tears. the beagle placed the tweezers, bandages and cotton balls, as well as the alcohol bottle away in the first aid kit. as fleegle was finished. he walked towards the kid, lowered himself to his level and gave him a comforting hug.

"Hush..there, there" He was proud by the fact the kid responded to the hug. the smaller dog was shaking and sobbing. maybe it was too much pain for a day, his little brain is filled with toughts. and bloody noses and ears would not make him feel better. The beagle hushed and gently stroked the kid's hair. "It's done..no more boo-boo's" He softly spoke. he never felt this much love before. he felt..he felt like he was a dad..an actual parent comforting his son after a rough day.

Patches buried his face on fleegle's yellowish fur. he started cuddling and stroking it with his head. it was so warm and snuggly. it was like heaven. it's so soft and clean..nice and shiny..sweet and beautiful....tender and gentle. Patches could hear Fleegle's heart beating through the fur, just like a drum. that was something the robots didn't have, a heart.

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but now it's not time to think about those killer robots, right?. those memories are not allowed. especially now that patches was calmed and happy. those memories would just ruin the moment and that is something patches doesn't want. 

but at the same time...it's true..This is Fleegle...The real fleegle. his heart is something that confirms that everything would be okay. this is not a robot..it's fleegle..a friend..someone you can trust. he's not gonna cut you in half...he would not break you hand...he's not gonna hurt you. that robot is nothing compared to the real fleeg'.

he's got something that no one could copy no matter how much they tried. a really big heart with a beautiful sound that spelled 'love' and 'comfort' by just feeling it.

it's so calming...so sweet......so grand. it would be great if this moment never ends.

the white dog was feeling sleepy. and it didn't help that fleegle started to rock him back and forth while humming a lullaby.

he didn't wanted to take a nap...but his eyelids were falling like the drawbridge of a castle. he tried to keep them open to still hear the heart beats but it was no use, it was like a spell. something that you know you don't have to fall into...but you do..maybe that's the reason a baby doesn't want to get away from his mother..it's pretty obvious.

at the end...the white dog fell asleep in fleegle's arms. the beagle noticed this and just whispered.

"Night night patches..."