[Hank x 2Bdamned] • A Madness Combat Oneshot Book

≈ Fake Sleeping ≈

I have like 10 drafts help me

[2Bdamneds POV]

My laptops screen flashed, straining my already fucked up eyes more. I groaned as I got a, ear splitting headache. My tinnitus not easing the pain in the slightest.
Laying my head down on the cool desktop I closed my eyes, resting them per say.
I wasn't tired but my mind was racing with a certain psychotic murder that the A.A.H.W. is after.
Red goggled, sleek black clothes, bandages practically smothering his body, titled 'Killing Machine'..
You know,
That guy that's died and been revived numerous times?
Yeah.

Soon enough I was daydreaming.. or was it nightdreaming?.. what time is it??
I sighed, taking a sip of the look-warm coffee that sat dangerously off the side of my desk, enough to make a simple nudge have the power to make it fall and shatter off the desk,

Once again resting my head and eyes on the desk I heard my office door creek open. My breath hitched as I tried to get a glimpse of who it was.
None other than Hank J Wimbleton himself.
I quickly steadied my breath, acting if I were asleep to see what he was doing here,

[Hanks POV]

I scoffed as I saw the overworked (Non-) doctor asleep on his desk, the laptop he was typing on filled with files of codes, entrees, so on, flashing unstably.
Putting a gentle hand on 2Bdamned's frail back, I tugged down my mask and leaned in. Giving a small, simple peck on his forehead. The silky, slightly tangled hair on his head moving away when I brushed it clear of his face, examining the small details of Doc's face whilst trying to keep him asleep.

Picking up the (way) smaller and shorter one I made a quick travel to his room. It was a simple trade, or something of the sorts, 2B takes care of me, I take care of him back.
Of course it's simple but it seems like a lot to 2B so I don't mind carrying him to and from his office to room.

[Third Person]

The Dissenter open his eyes with a wide, flushed gasp once Hank had left his room. He clutched his chest and felt his unsteady, racing heartbeat.
Laying in his bed, a drop of sweat rolling off his forehead he caught his breath little by little, his flushed face still staying.
Doc felt his forehead where Hank had kissed and relaxed majorly. His eyes closing and breath steadying.
Maybe lying once in a while can be worth it..

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