These Lover's Eyes (COMPLETED)

Chapter 8 - These Lover's Forgiveness

Pic of Marshall Lee Abadeer looking hella fine next to his sleek moped/motorcyle

Gumball had managed to find his way home, between the alcohol-induced blurriness as well as his poor eyesight made it an almost impossible task. Exhausted he kicked off his shoes ignoring the nagging voice in his head to put them in their proper place before robotically walking over to the answering machine listening to the following voicemail.

"Gumball! It's me Flame, F-Fionna she's in the hospital, please, Cake's crying they had to take her to another roo-"

Before Flame's recorded message could continue Gumball had flung the door wide open, running out into the darkness barefoot and numb.

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It started off light, teasing his skin with sudden bursts of cold, shocking his skin and sending it to numbness as it broke it into goosebumps. But as the winding paths of the small town he thought he knew well led him into danger it began to rain heavily beating down on his shivering shoulders, unforgiving and merciless. The sound of an approaching motor bike made him cringe as it began to decelerate as it drew closer to him.

"Need a ride?"

Gumball almost immediately felt his anger meter rising at the familiarity of that voice.

Who else rides a fucking motorcycle around here?

"No. Go away I don't need your help" was his response as he continued to drive himself through the onslaught of rain praying to whoever was up there that the self-proclaimed Vampire King would leave him alone.

A yelp, sounding almost like a wounded animal, got caught in Gumball's throat as Marshall gripped his wrists yanking him forward so their faces were inches away from each other, Gumball's eyes wide and a strained smile on Marshall's face. "Listen here brat" Marshall hissed through clenched teeth his smile wavering slightly as he spoke "I sat there taking whatever you had to get off that cute little chest of yours so now you're going to do the same." In one swift movement he had dragged Gumball's butt to the back of his motorbike, kicking the kickstand up and roaring down the road before he had a chance to protest.

Just as Marshall parked outside the white hospital doused in the evidence of the earlier downpour Gumball hopped off throwing the helmet at Marshall's chest as though it had contaminated him.

"You know it's illegal to take your helmet off while the bike's still running" Marshall called after a fuming Gumball as he stomped angrily towards the double glass doors leading into the place he hated most.

"Oh and kidnapping isn't?" Gumball retorted hotly, turning to face him, one hand against the door and the other resting sassily against his hip.

"I didn't hear you complaining" Marshall snickered pushing open the door and walking inside forcing Gumball to stumble into the white room bustling with life - ironic I know - caught by surprise. "Yeah I forgot my "Kidnapped by my ex" whistle at home in my other jeans" scowled as he shoved his hands into his pockets and made his way blindly towards what looked to him like the reception Gumball desk.

"Sir? Sir, I'm looking for Fionna Mertens room. I'm a friend, Bubba Gumball

The receptionist flipped her short blonde hair out of her eyes a gasp leaving her pouty lips clearly insulted by being called a sir. "Can't you read?" she spat furiously gesturing to her name tag with a perfectly manicured hand before she reluctantly gave him the room and floor number leaving Gumball humiliated as he recognized the voice as a female's. Then just like the shit filled pigeon that he is Marshall swooped in beside Gumball his famous smirk shaping his gashed lip. "Sweetheart you can't blame him, you're lack of tits makes it hard enough for anyone to tell the difference let alone a blind one" Marshall countered coolly determined to humiliate the receptionist just as she had for Gumball. Both the pink haired male and the receptionist gasped at his obscene choice of words as Marshall steered Gumball by his shoulders towards the lift punching in the right level number as the steely doors closed. "Marshall! What the hell!?" Gumball screeched almost forgetting his anger towards him as the elevator DINGED signifying to both males that they had reached their floor. "She was a bitch. Sue me" Marshall snickered as he led Gumball out of the elevator passing by a few rooms while muttering the numbers. The pink haired male was growing irritated as he pulled himself from Marshall's grip facing a pot plant and yelling "I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP!"

Suppressing a laugh Marshall placed his hand gently against Gumball's shoulders whistling lowly in turn earning a few pitying looks from a few of the hospital visitors Gumball had grabbed the attention of with his frantic yelling. "Firstly it would help if you were looking at me and not a pot plant" Marshall chuckled turning Gumball gently almost choking on his chuckle when he noticed his tear slicked cheeks. "I don't need help" Gumball choked as Marshall brushed a thumb over his cheek.

"Mr Bubba Gumball?"

"Jesus fucking Christ can't I get a second to have a mental breakdown?" Gumball sniffed pathetically allowing Marshall to hold his soaked body to his chest "what do you want Doctor PainInMyAss?"

Marshall chuckled softly pressing his lips and nose to his Gumball's feathery pink hair inhaling deeply, the smell of strawberries and sweets driving his senses wild. "Go with the good doctor I'll check on your posy for you" Marshall snickered softly pretending to be hurt when Gumball smacked his chest playfully before tiredly reaching out for support from his Doctor and allowing himself to be led away down the hallway.