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

≈ Hank I Swear To Fuc- ≈

the drafts are slowly piling up

[2Bdammed's POV]

I stared angrily at the disfigured body on my table. 'For fucks sake Hank, I'm not Jebus, nor do I WANT to raise you from the fucking dead,' I thought as I used sanitized utensils to stitch and put pieces of what's left of Hanks body back together like a crude puzzle, grumbling swear words and curses in my mind.

Beads of sweat dripped profusely off my body as I worked on fixing Hank up, soon in tiredness I stared at the limp sewed up body of Hank, sighing in annoyance.
'I need a break from this fucking hell,' I mentally vented as I pulled out my computer and smart-device, working on reviving Hank to the best of my abilities, at least until he was awake.

Shuffling was the only sound I needed to hear as I snapped my head back at the slightly awake Hank. I say slightly because.. well, I feel like you're smart enough to figure that out yourselves.
"Hey Hank, don't move," I uttered before putting a fresh pair of gloves on.
I did a checkup on Hank just to see if I missed any places, didn't want him bleeding out now did I?

It was just then I considered, 'What do I feel for this man..,' I thought as I realized, I've seen this man pulled apart by Mag Agents, guts spilled on the table mercilessly bleeding out, jaw bashed open.
Hell, I've seen this man even more naked than what he is now,

I heard Hank uncomfortably in a hasty, rasped voice, grunt, "Do..c, you're lin..lingering," before letting out a not-so-soft cough.
I apologized before continuing the checkup, not wanting to waste more time than I already have.

"Alright," I sighed, pulling my gloves off with a satisfying plop into the trash. Stretching my abused limbs.

Pop
"O w,"

"What the fuck did you just do Hank."
"..,"
"THE F U C K DID YOU JUST DO HANK."
"U..hhh,"

Cracking my neck to Hank I saw a bleeding man on the table, stitches popped and all.
I took a deep breath in and out.

[Hank's POV]

I looked at the, visibly upset, 2bd. I felt a feeling of pity for him, which was new as I normally just feel plain.
While the doctor threw a small fit about how I should be careful and take care of myself I just smiled.

"WHa-WHY ARE YOU SMILING NOW?- YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY!!!?" I heard him yell as I slightly nodded,

I knew deep down that even if he didn't act like it, he still cared for me, and everyone else in the small group we have.
But between us, it was something special.
Sweet and warm,
A safe place.