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

≈ Ouch! ≈

I'm gonna make this extra angst at the start hehehahhshhsh

[Hank's POV]

I heard a faint but familiar shriek sound through the building. My head perked up and my body tensed.
'Was that 2B? Oh dear that was definitely 2B,' I thought, multiple alarms sounding through my empty skull.
If I wasn't so busy with my current kills, I'd start running towards the noise.
Unfortunately, currently that isn't an opinion. Agents were surrounding me and I hustled to kill all of them.
It wasn't until one of them waved Doc's goggles at my face.

They did not just..

I fucking blanked out.
My body moved on its own, raging through the piles of those stupid gun-wielding fuckers, painting the walls red with all of their crimson bloods.
Quite a show if you were watching from a distance, but if you were you'd be dead by now.
I didn't leave anyone even TWITCHING with life.

I snatched the goggles from the agent's clammy hand and wiped the splattered blood off it, able to get a nice look at it.
It's cracked.. oh I am going to fucking murder everyone and anyone who has thought about even TOUCHING MY Doc.
'Doc... DOC!?- THEY'RE STILL THERE!' My mind raced as I thudded down the hallways, my calf's not tiring until I reached the room that the noise originally came from.

I froze, my body shook.
2B was beaten and battered. Cuts surrounded his skin and bruises formed right under them. Old scars were reopened and blood poured out of them, pooling ruthlessly on the floor without any end.
And the worst of all.. his eyes were blank, expressionless.. lifeless..
'Was I too late? No- NO- I can't be!?- oh no.. oh god!- his pulse, where's his pulse!?'
My oversized hands roamed his body, checking for a sign, any sign.
Just one heartbeat, please..  I've been to the purgatory too many times- he doesn't deserve to be there!
It's for STUPID LUNATICS like me who died for NO reason!

Badump...

[2Bdamned's POV]

I groggily woke up, keeping my eyes shut.
'Ugh.. just a few more minutes to myself..' I thought.
That was, until the sharp sting of wounds smeared its way unexpectedly through my bodies senses.
I coughed and gagged as I sat up, gasping for air painfully.
Looking down, I saw my whole body wrapped in bandages, weirdly well done too.
I wondered what happened, 'last time I remember I was walking in a building.. the uhm.. the MISSION!! Snap, I completely ruined the mission!?'
I covered my face in my hands and sighed, quivering out uneven sobs.
The pain was a bit too much to handle, especially with my weak pain tolerance.

SLAM

"D..OC!" The unexpected guest screamed. I covered my ears, not wanting a headache when just waking up.
The sound of heavy feet thudding towards me make me turn my head slowly before they were incased by calloused hands.
Hank nuzzled his forehead into mine, making sure I was alive.
"O..h ddoc..," I barely heard the quiet whispering of the mag agent that was right next to me.
"I.. I wwas sszzo.. scared that y..you..," he whimpered softly, checking my pulse.
"Well I didn't," I hoarsely responded to Hank, stroking his head to calm him down.

A few minutes after that, a comfortable silence filled the air.
Nothing fancy, just.. Hank and I.
"Ddoesz it.. hurt.?" He asked, resting his rough hands on-top of mine. In response, I shrugged.
"Could be better..," I replied, rubbing my throat.
"Huh.. do we have any water?"
Hank immediately stood up, "I'll gget.. sszome.!" He bashfully announced, quickly swerving around strewn debris around to get some water.

"Here..," Hank proudly showed the water to me.
I took the water out of his hands and took big, long gulps of it to quench the dryness that was growing in my throat.
One I stopped, I took a big sigh.
"I'm gonna continue resting.," I told Hank.
He nodded in response, "I'll guard."
I watched as he walked out the doorway. I smiled to myself and leaned back into the pillows, humming to myself.

As I leaned back, I ended up hitting one of my wounds that was bandaged.. hard.
Kind of like hitting your funny bone.

"Ouch!"