DoomPet

Chapter 100

The Slayer woke up still in a great deal of pain. He was sitting in his hospital room all alone and that made him happy. Crüe had left and probably gotten a full night's sleep. After a bit, he was brought breakfast and chowed down on some of the most disgusting food he had ever eaten, but it was food so he couldn't complain. His throat was still raw he couldn't thank the person that came in to retrieve his tray, he just gave them a little nod and a wave.

The more the day dragged on he began to worry. He wasn't needy and he understood that Crüe was really going through it right now, but when he turned and saw it was almost noon he felt worried.

The man reached up, gently touching his throat. He could feel the tender, raw flesh through the bandages, and the chunks of charred skin that had been removed, leaving little divots. He could barely remember how he received the burns he now bore on his flesh, except for the descriptions that Crue provided.

He sat up, feeling the ache of painful flesh on his chest and belly. He grabbed his IVs and all the tubes in his body, undoing them quickly. It felt like the minute he was unconscious the humans were shoving everything into his body like he was a pincushion. There was still a drainage tube filled with red fluid hanging from his neck, but he wasn't physically attached to any machines anymore.

A nurse stepped in probably because of all the beeping happening around him. "Are you leaving?"

He nodded and they ran off to go get someone. He took a step out of bed, his legs were tired and a bit shaky, and shuffled over to a little bathroom. His hospital gown was already undone and he pulled it over his shoulders a bit more, examining his stomach in the mirror. He was covered in bandages. The huge open wounds were healing and no longer oozing. On his face his bruises were looking more and more yellowish. He tied his gown and undid the gauze on his neck.

The gauze was tinged red inside, but luckily his neck wasn't actively bleeding. It was bad and he was going to be scared horrifically from this. There were big ugly stitches on certain parts of his neck and a drainage tube above one of the worst looking ones. He wondered if he had his neck cut open. His face was just bruised and covered in half healed cuts, not bad. He supposed that being so pumped up on adrenaline once he got back had been terrifying as he remembered the doctors cutting strips of fat off his front, but at least it was making his healing much more speedy.

He stepped out as the nurse walked back in the room, "They said you have to stay for another two hours for monitoring." They glanced over at the man who was standing up, completely unhooked. He didn't have to say a word, not that he even could have, "Ok," The nurse turned around, "I'll tell them you're going now."

He got dressed, got the drainage tube taken out, was rebandaged on his front and neck, and had a few stitches removed. While all of that was happening he wrote a few questions about Crüe. No one in the hospital had seen him since yesterday. He refused a wheelchair and was power hobbling down the hallways in shorts and a loose t-shirt that covered his bloody bandages towards their room. He had never been so happy to see their assigned apartment's door before. He went to open it but stopped as he heard two unknown voices and Crue talking. He listened in carefully.

Haine and Devo were sitting on one side of the couch while Crüe was one the other. They all sounded defeated and tired and awful. "I don't know how to be a good brother or a good father. I know I messed up bad last night. I'm sorry."

The Slayer's heart fell... brother, and father? That was a title he thought he'd never hear attached to Crüe's name. It dawned on him that he was talking to the other marauders. He had almost forgotten about that entire fight as his main memory was the bottom of that baron's foot, but now he remembered the betrayal and agony he had been put through by a red marauder and an imposter.