Don't Come Back For Me

Why, bro?

       After Rick set you down on top of his desk, clearing away everything he had been working on and throwing it to the floor, he dug around until he found a good sized box. He set it next to you and you could see syringes, bandages, and other objects, most of which didn't appear to be from this dimension.

       Rick dug around, hissing and pulling his hand back momentarily when he had accidentally stabbed himself on a syringe, and pulled a few things out. One was a bottle of purple fluid, another was possibly the same syringe he stabbed himself on, and some bandages.

       "Alright," Rick pulled some fluid into the syringe before tossing the bottle, "leg up." You held your left leg out, hissing as the weight of your foot pulled on your ankle. "That's definitely fucked up, dude. He pulled it so hard." You looked at your swollen ankle sheepishly, "I still kicked they ass, doe." You chuckled, wincing slightly as Rick jabbed the needle into your leg with no warning.

       He laughed when you jumped, removing the needle and tossing it back into the box. Your ankle healed before your eyes and you chuckled lightly, setting it back down and swinging your feet over the edge.

        Rick unraveled the bandages and laid it out, pulling a tube from the box. "Hand."

       "You sound like a robot, all monotonous and shit." You held out your right hand, splaying your fingers as best you could, despite the pain. "Well eugh I'm trying to get this done. Damn, you really eugh messed your shit up." He dug around on his desk, pulling a rag and a bottle of random liquid out. He applied the fluid, green from what you could see, onto the rag, leaning over to clean the blood. It had gotten all over your palm and fingers, some having dripped up your arm when you'd held your hands up to show Rick what happened.

       He held on to your hand, keeping it in place while he dabbed at the cut itself. You winced, your fingers slightly curling against his other hand before you relaxed again. Once he'd cleaned the blood, he leaned over to grab the bandaged and bottle, letting go of your hand for a moment. You frowned slightly before watching him pour a viscous liquid onto the bandage, "Alright, you're gonna eugh have to hold your hand out pretty flat."

       You obeyed, wincing as you felt the flesh around the cut tug with the motion. Rick laid the portion of the bandage with the cream over your wound before he continued wrapping your palm, one hand moving to lightly hold your wrist. Any other time, I would be absolutely focused on my hand in his. But not this time.

       As soon as he finished wrapping your hand, he repeated the process with the other, grabbing your fingers again as he started.

       "So," you watched him dabbing at your palm, "why do those guys keep asking me where your happy ass is?" Rick hummed, focusing on your hand, "They eugh only recently started working together again. I guess, since the last time, Morty's eugh plans haven't changed. He wants every eugh Morty to hate Rick's, to live a normal life without us. He's just weird."

       "Huh." You watched as Rick wrapped your opposite palm in the bandages again, focusing on keeping your fingers relatively free. He cut the excess material off and tossed it into the box, returning it to its spot on the shelf. "Wait four hours, then eugh that'll be fixed." You stared at the bandages around your hands, applied neatly and not restricting your fingers. He'd managed to leave you with at least 60% hand motion. "That's gonna be a very boring four hours," you laughed, hopping off the desk. "Thanks, sir." Rick just shrugged, "Wasn't really anything."

       "Those guys really suck. Honestly, I thought their happy asses wouldn't come back after that stunt with the 'bomb'." You made quotations in the air as you said 'bomb', the bandages shifting awkwardly with the motion. You stared at your hands, "That's trippy, dude."

       Rick pulled his flask out, taking a long drink, "You up for eugh an adventure?"

       You grinned, placing your hands on your hips, "Always, cap'n." Rick rolled his eyes and tucked his flask away, "Hop in the eugh cruiser. Morty can hold the fort down, and eugh that dumbass has to make quite a few repairs after that."

       As you flew around space, Rick taking you wherever you had to go this time, you couldn't help but wonder what all he heard.

       Does he know now? He won't ask, will he?