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

≈ How Unprofessional Of You | PART 2/3 ≈

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Chapters a bit longer than usual !! Enjoy !!:D

[2Bdamned's POV]

Staring at the limp body on the floor, I contemplated whether I should either leave him on the floor to rot and die, or waste materials to patch him up.
Of course- I couldn't do the first option- for many reasons actually-
Reasons people probably know why.

Once again I heaved the heavy body onto the table, though alone this time.
The action caused the whole right side of my body shake with pain.
I was tired- and hungry. I don't think I've eaten since yesterday's lunch.. which I had at like 12:30, and it's..,
Oh.
It's dinner time.

'No wonder Deimos was calling me,' I thought whilst sewing Hank's wounds shut.
'God, if my arms weren't sore before, they definitely were now.' I inwardly sighed to the tingly feeling in my hands.
I was disinfecting and carefully sewing Hanks gashes shut. Though for my wounds, all I really did was throw some gauze and bandages on them and called it a day, 'They'll heal themselves," I shrugged.

Hearing the door open from behind me, I snapped my head back.
Seeing Sanford standing there, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck, "Sorry 2B- I cut  myself on the knife while cooking dinner," He laughed out.
I loosened my tense body, which I didn't realize were tensed up before I actually relaxed them.
"Oh yeah.. I'll help out with that," I said, my goggles shining against the slightly dim light that flashed dark time to time.

When I was disinfecting Sanford's cut, he tried to make quick conversations, "Soo how's big guy doing?" He curiously asked, "Fine." I bluntly responded.
Seeing his face twist in confusion of why I was acting hastily and blunt, he tried once again,

"Er- is Hank causing trouble?"
"No."
"Do you need help?"
"No."
"Want me and Dei to go get some supplies?"
"No."
"Are you just gonna continue saying no to me 2B??"
"..."

I averted my eyes from Sanford, focusing on his cut. It was deep enough where it needed a few stitches, but not many.
Poor Sanford, I hadn't given him any painkillers to dull the pain of the needle piercing through his skin, but yet he didn't complain.
Though I did see him grip harshly at the counter, he still wasn't complaining.

I looked back up to Sanford before placing a bandaid onto his hand for him to put on himself, "You can go now," I said, about to walk away.
"But you haven't eaten anything since yesterday-," Sanford shuddered out, probably thinking about how the fuck I can stay this long without eating a single bite of food.
"I'll live a few more minutes, at least if that's how long it takes me to fix Wimbleton up," I shrugged, turning my head to Hank.

I looked into Sanford's eyes, seeing how they were filled with concern, but he knew that he couldn't change my mind. I saw his usually content posture slip and his body slumped a bit.
Seeing his eyes turn away from my gaze he mumbled, "Leftovers will be in the fridge, make sure you remember to eat..,"
"Yeah yeah," I brushed off Sanford's persistent words of concern.
Worst part is- I'd probably forget to eat by the time I'm done anyway.

'Where was I?' I thought as I trod over to Hank, pulling on a fresh pair of latex gloves after I threw away the old ones.
I finished patching up Hank- as there was only few wounds left that needed stitching.
The curved needle steadily sutured the last wound of Hanks torso.
The thread was cut and a handful of gauze and bandages were wrapped around the closed wounds.

"HEY SAN AND DEI GET'RE," I hollered out loudly, hearing rushed footsteps and lots of laughing coming from the hallway.
"Hehe- come on Dei!!- y-yeAh what's up Doc?" Sanford laughed, nudging Deimos' shoulder to quiet each other down.
I smiled and shook my head at the two lovebirds, "Can you guys help me carry Wimbleton up to his room?" I asked, peeling off the gloves from my hand after I pushing most of the utensils I used off to the side to sterilize them later.