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I BEED TO KNOW HOW BENNY WOULD SPEND A SELFCARE DAY IMMEDIATELY!!!!!! PLEASE!!! 🙏

THIS IS SO FUNNN!!!!

Bennie would be pretty simple, he'd wake up at maybe 7 or 8 AM, which is unusual cuz he'd always wake up late. a simple shower and a ton of exercise would be enough for him to see it as a full self care day, a day where he can relax and be happy.

so when he isn't doing any of that, he'd be doing something else that he considers good for his health. annoying the other townies 😎

gurney / flatline / Don't go where I can't follow (would you lie with me and just forget the world?)

Faye ran alongside the gurney as the medical staff pushed it through one set of double doors after another. She couldn't believe how fucking lucky Spike was. For a hospital to be literally across the street from the syndicate? The odds had to be insane. Unless... there was a good chance this hospital existed because of the syndicate. Not necessarily for the body count a criminal organization racked up, but more likely as an overture of kindness to the regular folk in this neighborhood - a way to try and keep the masses on their side. Whatever the reason, Faye was grateful.

One of the medical techs glared at her for not only keeping pace as they raced into surgery but for basically being in his way and keeping him from assisting with Spike. He'd flatlined twice in the time it had taken to get him from the stairs at the ruined height of the tower to this point en route to what would hopefully be a life-saving operation. She wasn't about to let the lunkhead out of her sight after that. Her own heart had stuttered every time that ominous tone rang out from the machine sitting beside him on the gurney.

But even as dedicated as she was, she couldn't fight off the security team at the door to the OR. Maybe if it had only been a couple people but this was like five or six burly men and she was covered in blood and fairly distraught, all things considered. Thrashing madly in their grasp, she kicked and pushed and slapped at the people keeping her from getting further.

Desperately, she cried out to Spike even though it seemed highly unlikely that he could hear. "Don't go where I can't follow! Don't you dare die on me now!" She sagged in the grip of the security team, sobbing inconsolably even as she continued to bat at them with tired, bloody fists.

*

"You're such a selfish asshole."

"You made me look like a madwoman."

"You absolutely ruined my outfit. I'm literally going to have to throw it out. There's no getting that much blood out of the fabric. So, you owe me some new clothes."

"Jet is furious with me, by the way. I stole his ship to get to you. Well, borrowed it... I'm gonna give it back, after all. It's much harder to maneuver than my ship."

"I can't believe you'd just take on that whole place by yourself. I'm not going there to die, Faye. Yeah? Remember saying that? Seems like a pretty big fucking lie when you look at the odds you were up against!"

He'd listened to her ranting and raving for hours, or days, or weeks maybe. It was hard to tell when he kept slipping in and out of excruciating pain. But something in him demanded he defend himself. Demanded he answer her accusation.

"...but... did I die?" His voice was raw. There must have been a breathing tube down his throat at some point. But faint and pained though it was, Faye heard it.

Her breath caught before she could launch into another tirade. Cool hands were suddenly fluttering around his face, his shoulders, ghosting over his abdomen which felt... not great. Even with however many painkillers he was on, he could feel the burn of the cut and the itchiness of the stitched up and healing skin.

"You couldn't have known you were gonna survive. It's a fucking miracle I made it in time to keep those syndicate brats from riddling your body with bullets. And the doctors were a fucking joke too - they let you die half a dozen times I swear! You waltzed off on a suicide mission after giving me some bullshit about yourself and giving me the desperate hope that maybe just maybe you actually meant to come back and-"

"Faye," He interrupted. He opened his eyes just a bit, surprised by her appearance. She was in nursing scrubs, a dark red color that seemed intentional - what better color to hide blood? - and she looked positively exhausted. Her voice had been as strong and scathing as ever, but to look at her was to see just how fragile she truly was. "Would you lie with me... and just forget the world? Just for a little while... please..."

A tremulous smile touched her lips. "They did give you an awfully big bed for one scrawny jackass..." She noted coyly. "But if they try to yell at me for this... I'm throwing you under the bus. It was your damn idea, after all."

He smiled as she began to clamber up beside him, carefully stretching herself out along his right side where he was least injured.

"Been... falling for you... for so long now... might as well... keep taking the fall." He told her in a breathy whisper as he closed his eyes to escape back into unconsciousness. He hurt too damn much to bother staying awake for long. There'd be time enough for conscious suffering in the future.

"You lunkhead," She murmured, pressing a kiss to his temple. It was the last thing he felt before succumbing to a restful sleep.