Employed by the Big Shot

Recovering

The next thing you know you're being carefully laid on a bed and you can hear what reminds you of a swarm of butterflies. As your head starts to feel better, you creek open your eyes. It's fuzzy and the room looks like it's spinning, but as your vision focuses you recognise that it's two minitons taking turns patting your head. You can feel some tiny hands on your arm as well.

You roll your head slightly to the side and see Spamton. His glasses are full of static and he's got his head lowered, crouching down beside you. In your mind fog, forgetting how today went, you move your good arm slowly and place a hand on his shoulder. He's hot to the touch. His head jerks a few times before the colour returns to his lenses.

"Hey... Sorry I'm late." You weakly smile at him, and try to laugh, but it pains your other shoulder so you wince and stop. You frown remembering he got you in this position, but his hand on top of yours and being actively healed is making you feel less angry.

"HEy... [Sweetheart] [Now 50% Off!] i I i III-I" his head starts twitching and twisting unnaturally.

You lightly shake off the hands on your arm and clench your teeth as you twist over. Putting weight on your hips is killing you. You toss your other arm over his other shoulder and yank him into you.

"Hey, hey. Yo-u okay? I'm fine... every...thing's fi-fine." You're finding it difficult to catch your breath.

He gives you a quick tight hug, then holds the back of your head and your wrist. He unwraps your from him and lays you down on the bed. You see that there's only one very tired looking miniton left, it's hugging your leg. A few little emerald sparkles dance on your thigh before it fades away into nothingness. You look back over at Spamton and his glasses are dark. He's muttering something over and over again, so quietly you can only just hear

"[imsorry][[i'M soRRy]]." His hand is still under your head and on your wrist.

You tilt your head so your cheek is in his palm and slide your arm out and onto his forearm.

"It's fine, serious-ly. Don't be. Hah.. Well, maybe... give me more of a warning next time... And some...some items and a weap- weapon would've h-h-helped." You gasp and pant, but try to keep a calm tone.

His expression is still somber, but he nods, and the colour in his glasses slowly fades back.

"You think you could get me some.. sort of, booze? I'm i-in a-"

He softly takes his hands back and practically runs out of the door. You take this time to close your eyes and rest, you're feeling slightly better but are truly exhausted and your legs are still killing you. After a few minutes he comes back in with just a bottle. You sit up with a few grunts and take the bottle and empty the contents into your gullet. The burning sensation in your chest and throat is a welcome distraction.

"Thank-s." You say in a rough, raspy voice. A knock on the door has him bolting back out of the room. Before you can question it you he's back with a bag and a Ambyu-Lance following in behind him.

You can really feel the alcohol now, you're finding it extremely difficult to keep your eyes open. You'd really like to stay conscious, since Spamtons brought in a doctor and a mystery bag, but you can no longer. You fall asleep.