helluva girlboss

i. s2e6 bonus

Barbie-Wire pushed the wheelchair down the hall of the hospital. She'd taken Fizz for a walk outside... well, Barbie was the one taking the "walk". Fizz still had no limbs, so she had to be pushed in her wheelchair.

Once they'd reached Fizz's room, Barbie lifted her friend out of the wheelchair and onto the bed.

"You're strong." Fizz commented. "Or maybe I've just become super light now."

"Nah, it's 'cuz I'm strong as hell. Trapeze art will do that to a person." Barbie bragged playfully, flexing her bicep. But then her smile dropped. "Not that anyone is gonna hire me to do trapeze performances anymore. My career is basically over now that the circus got burned to a crisp."

"I'm sure you'll find work somewhere else."

"Like where? A janitor at a restaurant?" Barbie huffed. "This sucks shit."

Fizz frowned. She didn't like that Barbie was whining about her own troubles while Fizz was the one sitting on a hospital bed.

"You really shouldn't be complaining." Fizz scolded. "You're lucky enough that your ass didn't get licked by the flames in that fire. Me and Tilla weren't that fortunate."

Barbie blinked, then tears gathered in her eyes. "M-Mama..."

Shit. Fizz immediately felt terrible for saying that. While both of them were distraught by Tilla's death, Barbie was obviously more sad. Tilla had been Barbie's mother. Fizz had to be more mindful not to reopen the wound in Barbie's heart.

"Sorry, I— I didn't mean—"

"No, no, you're right." Barbie swiped her tears away. "I shouldn't be complaining. You and Mama got the short end of the stick, not me." Then she sat on the edge of Fizz's bed. "But don't worry, Fizz, we'll have prosthetic limbs ready for you soon. We just have to finish designing them to fit your size. Then you'll be able to do clowning and gymnastics and literally everything you used to do."

Fizz gave a sad but hopeful smile. Designing prosthetics that could move as smoothly as real body parts was still kinda new to doctors. They'd only done it on a few patients before, and the results had been... mixed.

The door opened and Cash stepped into the room. "Hey, girls."

"Hey, Cash/Dad." Fizz and Barbie replied.

"You feelin' any better, Fizzie?"

"To be honest, I still feel shitty." Fizz confessed.

Cash rubbed Fizz's shoulder. "You'll feel less shitty when we get those prosthetics going for ya. You'll be back to performing the moment you get them. I already planned how we're gonna have a show with you as the star..... because aren't you always the star of the show, Fizzie~"

Fizz just nodded, figuring she shouldn't talk back to her boss. Even though he was going against EVERY ORDER the doctors had given them. But Barbie frowned.

""Back to performing"? Dad, she can't just perform the moment she gets her prosthetics. The doctors said she needs a few weeks to learn how to use them before she can do anything drastic."

Cash glared at his daughter. "Barbie, you stay out of this."

"I'm just reminding you what the doctors said." Barbie insisted. "Fizz can't do drastic shit just yet."

"Hey! I lost a fuckton of money when my circus burned down!" Cash snapped. "I have to earn back the money I lost, otherwise we won't even be able to pay the hospital bills!"

Barbie sighed heavily. Fizzarollia was always Cash's favourite, and while he pampered and loved her more than he loved his own children, he also pushed her very hard. Sometimes children do need to be pushed in the right direction. But not when they're literally in the hospital with all 4 limbs amputated.