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

≈ How Unprofessional Of You | PART 1/3 ≈

Look I'm thinking of this as I go ?? Probably gonna be a smut somehow as I continue this-

Enjoy tho

[Third POV, A Few Hours Beforehand]

It was a hazy and distraught day in the small group of four.
Two safe houses had been raided for loot in the past few hours and the team was about loosing their minds from lost materials and such that'd been lost,
Though with one acceptation,
2Bdamned, the 'medic' of the team. Although his license had been revoked, a long, long, time ago. He always kept what he needed in a small sling bag that he kept hidden in his clothes, the small pack included his devices, basic medical tools (gauze, bandages, painkillers), and ammunition.
Though with the small ready pack at hand, that didn't stop him from being the strict, motherly figure of the group-
Of course nobody admitted that, not even the license revoked fellow himself, but everyone knew he was, and he was treated accordingly to his title.
Minus the from one we all know and love- Hank J Wimbleton, although now magnified to a disproportionate and inhumane amount, it was still the one and only.

Hank wasn't very fond of Sanford and Deimos' constant complaints about how, "2B patches you up everyday Hank- treat him with respect!! Blah blah blah!!??" ..... He mostly just tuned out the whines of the two obvious lovebirds, almost falling asleep though one of their episodes.
That was, until the third raid from the A.A.H.W.
By then it was his last straw. So instead of listening to his teammates cries to hurry him over to the truck, he ravaged through the bodies of the agents, barely hearing the gunshots and yells piercing through the air whilst his body was shot at numerous times as an attempt to stop he magnified beast.
Though it just felt like a minor inconvenience to Hank as he picked out and crushed agents by the hundreds that swarmed regretfully to the doors.
Bloodshed was obvious in his eyes, he swore to give karma back to the A.A.H.W. No matter how brutal it was.

[Third POV, Current Time]

"Dear fucking hell Hank- what the FUCK did you get yourself into this time," 2B groaned in irritation as he and Deimos heaved Hank's heavy body onto the metal table that barely supported his weight, the unstable metal screeched in disagreement from the uneven weight shift.
The (non) doctor stared at the bullet-ridden motherfucker on his, now probably stained, table.

He. Was. On. The. Bridge. Of. Throwing. This. Man. Out. The. Window.

But he didn't, because he was NICE and PATIENT.
-Although being on the bridge of a mental damn breakdown 2B just sighed and shooed the shortest member of the group off before pulling on a fresh pair of blue, latex gloves,
And the medical utensils-
2B wasn't about to go elbow deep in guts and veins without the lifesavers of gloves and medical shit the team probably stole off some sketchy offbrand hospital that's probably just in the middle of the desert- do they even have deserts in Nevada?-
No wait-
What kind of question is that?-

2Bdamned groaned as he injected a fair amount of anesthesia into Hank. Hank would probably still have his 'fight or flight' switch in his brain activated... if he even had one anymore- but getting back on topic, 2B doesn't want another scar on his body- the (Non) Doctor had enough scars already from Hanks sudden jolts when performing surgeries on him.

2Bdamned plucked out the bullets that were wedged deep into Hank's body.
'Why am I doing this again?' 2B thought as hours ticked by and his arms grew tired from the constant back and forth motion of prying bullets tirelessly at the holes in the mercenaries body.
It was about the time where Hank was waking up, yet 2B was ready for this, he just... ended up stabbing another syringe full of anesthesia- a shit ton of it- into Hank's arm and watched as  the body once again fell limp and flush against the stained table.

Before you could blink, it had already been 6 tiring hours for 2B.
"HOW? HOW can a man take THIS MANY DAMN BULLETS to the BODY??!!" The 'medical professional' fumed out in well deserved anger.

Fortunately for him, it was nearing the end.... At least- closer.
The last bullet was thrown out into the pile of shit and 2B swore his arms were numb.

'Holy. Shit.' 2B thought, slumping onto Hank's body, literally giving no shits about how it looked.
He was damn tired-
Yet he wasn't even halfway done.
He still needed to clean and suture the wounds-

After five minutes, feeling soon returned to the 2B's fingertips, "So my arms DID go numb," he hastily laughed out. By now his body was probably shaking from being strained to its peak.
He felt lazy.. just sitting around like this... he needed to continue fixing up his teammate yet he was procrastinating over some numb hands? What the fuck was he in the group? The damn medic. 'I can't just laze around like this doing nothing,' 2b thought.

[2Bdamned's POV]

After having my little... 'breakdown'.., I pulled myself up and pulled on a fresh pair of gloves, throwing the dirtied ones into the trash.
Soon I picked up a needle and a few yards or so of strings.

Alright 2B... you've got this..

"HEEEYYY BIG DIC- DISSENTERR~!" Deimos hollered out from across the small.... Very small and shabby apartment.
I groaned and yelled back, "SHUT THE FUCK UP DEI-,"

I wasn't even able to finish my thought before feeling a hot smear of pain shoot through the right side of my body, the area that was facing in hanks direction.
My eyes immediately darted to the rabid looking man that mauled at my arm-
-Said man was gonna bleed the fuck out.
Grunting harshly at the growing pain, I gripped a syringe full of whatever the fuck was labeled on it-
I really didn't know what it was other than it was either sedation or anesthesia- how many times have I said anesthesia?-

This sight wasn't for the faint of heart... definitely not-
Hank was on the floor now, his wounds bigger than ever before.
And me?
The right side of my body had scratch marks that were pink in fresh wounds, which some of just started bleeding.
Jeez how the fuck am I gonna deal with this fucker?