FEARED [II AU]

[7] | Stiffness

Hey! Guess what, this is never gonna end!

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Trophy slowly walked down the steps, each step lingering a terrible pain in his legs. He gripped on the stair railings as he moved. His hair was a mess, his body felt horrible, and there were multiple wounds bleeding out and into his clothes.

Maybe it was a bad idea to leave my apartment..

Trophy finally made it to the floor, he looked around the subway station. Only one person was waiting for the next subway. The woman turned as she called with someone, her eyes locked into Trophy and she let out a sharp gasp.

"Sorry Painty, I'll call you later. It's an emergency." The woman said, hanging up her call. She approached Trophy in a hurry, "What are you doing here? You need to go to the hospital immediately!" She exclaimed, holding Trophy closely.

"I just want to go back to my apartment. I don't– I don't need to go to a hospital," He muttered in response, holding his gut firmly.

The woman narrowed her eyes, "You're kidding, right? Just look at your condition! There's no way you can just ignore that!" She said, grabbing a hold of Trophy's arm, "'I don't need to go to the hospital', just look at your injury!"

Trophy looked off to the side, feeling slightly embarrassed, "It'll heal overtime." He murmured, covering his wound with his hand.

The woman shook her head, "I'm not going to let you off until I know you're cured." She stated, clutching Trophy's hand, "My name's Lightbulb, and we're heading to my apartment!" Lightbulb exclaimed, dragging him out of the subway station.

Trophy didn't bother to pull away, knowing that she wouldn't let him go. Lightbulb seemed to have a focused objective, to heal him and make him able to move again. As Lightbulb gently sat Trophy down on the passenger seat, he could feel his sides burning. Trophy winced slightly from the inside flame.

"You okay?" Lightbulb asked gently, looking at him in concern.

Trophy could only nod as shifted in his seat. Lightbulb gave him a small nod before shutting the car door. She soon sat in the driver seat, starting up the car, "How did you end up like that?" She questioned as the car engine rumbled loudly.

Trophy looked out at the window, thinking of some kind of excuse, "I was camping today." He answered, "Wolves were out to get me as I was gathering sticks for my campfire. It was an entire pack." Trophy chuckled, trying to make it sound realistic as possible, "I lost my backpack, and all of my supplies. I was going to head to my apartment to... well, heal myself and relax." He said, "I didn't feel the pain until I stopped running from those wolves."

Lightbulb nodded as she removed herself from the parking spot. She drove with Tea Errors by Jack Stauber in the background, it wasn't that loud, but it also wasn't quiet. It was a decent amount of volume. "You didn't have a cell phone or anything?" She muttered, peering over the rear view mirror.

Trophy shook his head, "No, I did have a cell phone. Just– no cell service, y'know?" He mumbled, shrugging his shoulders.

Lightbulb nodded, "Ah, I see. So you couldn't call the hospital after?"

"No, my phone had completely died. I didn't charge it a ton before going out to camp. I knew it wasn't going to be useful, but I brought it for 'just in case' scenarios."