IM HAVING SO MUCH BRAINROT OF THEM RNnnn ITS 5 HECKINF AM, NOT TIRED AND ChuGGED A BITTLE OF MTN DEW A FEQ MINUtes AGO AND IM READY TO WRITE FRUCkerS
2bhank lots of it and a bit of sanmos, it u don't like gay people get off my damn profile !! Shoo s...
INSPIRED OFF THESE TWO QUOTES OR WHAGEVER I FOUND ON TWITTER
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ANGST ! TW/CW : denial of death (you'll understand if u read it but idek how else 2 describe it I'm rlly srry !!)
[2Bdamned's POV]
"One day, I won't be able to revive you," I nagged at Hank, stitching him up from the recent revival of the beast. They raised their hands, signing, 'I know, Doc, I'll be more careful,' I knew those words were false though. He never was careful, nor would he ever try to be.
Hank was chaotic, always everywhere at once, getting shot, punched, and hit, they were always getting hurt and having to come here, here in my small office. But in all honesty, these small times we had together while I was suturing the wounds were nice. Not that I liked Hank being wounded every single time, but there really weren't any excuses for him to come here other than him being injured in some way, whether it was physically or mentally.
[Third POV]
The doctor reminisced on those thoughts as his hands hovered over the still life under him. Cold. Unmoving. Dead. He tried, he tried his best. But there was no way to revive Hank. Hank was already long gone. If 2B tried to revive them again, he'd be met with disappointment. Even if it did work, Hank would be nothing but a shell of what he was. Empty and hollow, no sense of what it was. Damned if 2B didn't try every single way to get his partner back, no luck.
"Damnit- DAMNIT!" The unsuccessful doctor screeched, throwing everything onto the floor and slamming his fist into the wall, not caring about the singeing pain erupting through after. 2B collapsed in front of the table where the oversized, motionless body laid.
"Hank for fucks sake please just wake up..."
"This isn't funny-,"
"It's gotta be a joke- right? It- it has to be-,"
No response to any of his comments.
Now here laid the doctor, spooning the corpse in his arms. The cold body feasting on the alive body next to it. "It'll be okay!" Hummed 2b, his eyes darkened while trying to avoid the elephant in the room.
"It'll be okay! I promise you Hank, I'll be in your arms and you'll be in mine! Forever and ever~!"