#doctor loco

[greenkirbkid456u]

No no stop im friendly!!

So i made a new oc her name is matins bot 131 she was a robotic clone made by tv head to protect the catacombs they were modeled off mantleta but after the catacombs collapse in they was force to leave and get a life but she was not liked to much because she was modeled off mantleta and the new got out that she was a ass hole that got one of the last civilized sentiments destroyed but luckily the poor bot found venya! And doctor loco! They took them in and allowed her to stay and live with them :)

[kafkaspestcontrol]

Money back guarantee, if you hit that shit and don't wanna kill yo' mom

[fear-ne]

any spanish speaking imodna stand out there? día de enero imodna song

[tj-crochets]

Hey y’all! I have another kind of weird question for you. I’m weirdly feeling kind of homesick for like fast food chains from the west coast that aren’t on the east coast, and I’m especially missing being able to get decent like meat-and-rice bowls from a variety of places East coast/southern US people, do you have any recommendations for good chain restaurants* that are not available in California? (for people who weren’t here for my “oh no I’m moving how do I handle cold” posts, I moved from California to Tennessee last year) It does not have to be places with rice bowls, that’s just the main thing I’m missing. Well, that and good burritos?  *I do eat at small local places when I can, but I have uncommon allergies and it’s frequently easier for me to get an accurate ingredients list from a chain restaurant because they have a customer service division. Also it’s hard to get recommendations for local places without specifying exactly where I am lol

[zepskies]

Break Me Down - Part 16

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Female Reader

Summary: You’re a private investigator by trade, but now you happily sit at a desk — leading a surveillance team at Supe Affairs. After managing to end Homelander in New York, Soldier Boy escapes custody. You are recruited for the manhunt, joining Butcher’s team.

Truly, you joined the S.A. for the right reasons. But after you become his accidental hostage, Soldier Boy will break down every single one of them…

💚 Break Me Down Masterlist

AN: *Deep inhale, deeper exhale* Okay. You ready? 

Word Count: 5,800 Tags/Warnings: Blood and peril, violence, angst, and yet another cliffhanger. (Last one, I promise!) 

Part 16: Soldier Boy

You fled with Jon, Frank, and Loco to escape the bowels of Vought Tower. 

You all were lucky that the Security & Surveillance room hadn’t been caught in the blast, but on the monitors you had seen it carve through the center of the building like a beam of light. 

You could freak out about that later though. Now you were in flight mode, just trying to survive and evade falling debris and unsteady ground. 

Frank kicked through a locked door on the way to the nearest stairwell. You and Jon made it through, but a huge chunk of debris fell, cutting Loco off from the rest of you. 

You gasped and went to the doorway, trying to see if you could help push it out of the way. But more of the ceiling was still falling and threatened to crush you. Frank pulled you back, even though you knew he was worried too.

“Just go!” Loco said. “I’ll find another way out.”

“Head east,” Jon said. “There’s another stairwell by Human Resources.”

“Vought HR. What a fucking joke,” you couldn’t help but quip. But after Loco took off, you grabbed Frank’s arm and headed down the hall. You could see the “EXIT” sign up ahead. It led to a gray door, where several people were fleeing down the stairs. 

Including Dr. Tonya Baker and three of her guards. 

You and Frank stopped her before the door with your guns raised. Frank killed each guard with precision, while you kept your gun aimed on the good doctor. She raised her hand in wide-eyed surrender, but her other hand held a briefcase. You gestured to it with your gun.

“What’s that? Open it up,” you said. When the doctor hesitated, you pointed the gun back in her face. “Now.”

Gritting her teeth, she obliged you by entering the code that would unlock the briefcase. Jon took it from her and showed you its contents.

There were several files and blue vials of what you assumed were Compound V. However, you noticed three small white containers that weren’t like the rest. They were labeled: Soldier Boy. 

“What are these?” you asked. Dr. Baker was tight-lipped, until you pressed the gun between her eyes. 

“DNA samples,” she answered reluctantly. Your face fell, then hardened into a glare. 

“Well, fuck that,” you said.

With your gun trained on the doctor, you grabbed a glass container and smashed it to the ground, making her flinch. Stale-smelling yellow liquid splattered on the floor, and you realized then what kind of “sample” it must’ve been. Jon grimaced; some of it had splashed onto his shoes.

“Thank you,” he groused. 

“Oh, I’m not done,” you said. And you did the same to the last two containers. You took the briefcase from your father and gave it to Frank. “Take this and Madam Fritz here to the S.A.”

“What are you about to do?” Frank asked, though he took the briefcase from you (and laid a firm hand on Dr. Baker’s shoulder). “I don’t like that damn look in your eye.”

You turned to the scientist. “Did you see anyone else still in the building?”

“A few,” she admitted. “Mostly in the lower floors. Admin, Customer Service, R&D.”

Your eyes flew wide in alarm. Yvette, your friend who worked in Customer Service. She could be trapped down there…

Jon turned to you with a frown. “The only way they’re getting out is when the Fire Department comes to collect the bodies.”

You glared back and raised your gun at him next. 

“Guess who’s going to help me get them out?” You glanced at Frank, who didn’t look pleased. “Don’t make that face. I’ll be fine.”

“The tower’s literally falling apart as we speak!” Jon exclaimed. He tried to push your gun away from his face, but you held it aloft. 

“Move your ass or catch a bullet,” you snapped. “We’re going to Customer Service first.”

Ben continued to fight Black Noir.

He still wanted to cave in Stan Edgar’s skull, and it had the added benefit of giving Butcher and his team the cover they needed to try and escape the tower. That wasn’t in his mind though. He was focused on his two targets. 

He’d grabbed a discarded gun from the floor when he’d gotten back up to his feet. He now used it to shoot Stan in the leg, to stop him from fleeing. The man cried out and went down hard on the newly installed tile. 

Ben raised the gun again to shoot him between the eyes, but Noir stopped him. He grabbed Ben’s arm and hurled him over his shoulder. He landed in the broken shambles of Stan’s desk, and the impact further destabilized the top floor of the building. 

Parts of the ceiling had already begun to break off, and Stan noticed. He tried to drag himself towards the door while Soldier Boy was distracted. Blood trailed after his bleeding leg, but he was determined, fighting for his life. 

In fact, he almost made it. 

But just when he was a mere three feet from the door, a massive panel of the ceiling (along with a silver light fixture), crashed down over him. If the concrete hadn’t crushed his bones, the ceiling light would’ve impaled him—right through his chest. 

Ben watched the scene from where he half-lay on the ground in the rubble. His eyes marginally widened, but then his mouth quirked in satisfaction. One down…

His hand closed over a metal rod, yanking it from a piece of rock and wood, and he got to his feet. When Noir flew at him again, Ben lodged the metal rod deep into his exposed ear. If it had worked for Maeve on Homelander, he’d figured it could work on Noir.

And it did. The supe remained mute, expressionless, but the projectile lodged into his ear canal still made him wince. He clawed at it with shaking hands, trying to get it out. Ben didn’t give him a chance—he drop-kicked the other supe into the large glass window.

They’d given this clone Homelander’s strength, but forgot to give him flight, it seemed. Because the supe fell and kept falling off the side of the tower. 

Ben stood there in the center of the destroyed room. 

He panted for breath, only then did he notice his own fatigue. His limbs felt heavy, and it nearly buckled his knees. He forced himself to stay upright. Ben would never admit it, but whatever that gun had blasted him with, it did a number on him. 

Ignoring how his hand shook, he raised it to his ear. 

“Stan Edgar’s dead,” he said. “So is Noir, probably. I’m headed down.”

Hughie helped Butcher to the van in the garage, but he stopped short. An ex-military-looking guy was walking toward him with a briefcase in hand, and leading a doctor in a lab coat with the other. 

“It’s you!” M.M. recognized him with a sharpening gaze. “From the airport. You’re one of Soldier Boy’s men.”

Frank gave the doctor over to M.M., informing them that you had asked him to put Dr. Baker into custody. At the mention of your name, Annie’s eyes widened.

“Oh my God, she’s still in there!” she said. She turned on her comm and called your name. “Where the hell are you?”

“Uh…little busy at the moment,” you replied. 

Predictably, Soldier Boy got on the line next. 

“What? Where the fuck are you?”

Annie grimaced at the man’s tone. But she marveled, because she could hear the depths of his worry for you.

“Still in the tower. Some people are trapped on the second floor,” you replied. Soldier Boy’s growl of frustration came through. 

“Where are you exactly?” he demanded.

“Admin department, second floor,” you told Ben. You were prying open the door to the former when the ground beneath your feet trembled. “Oh shit!”

You needed both hands to stabilize yourself against the wall, but it was Jon who helped you stay upright. And he finished what you started, wrenching open the door and letting out a crowd of desperate people clamoring to get out. 

Once most of them passed, you and Jon slipped inside the large Administration office. Inside were various cubicles, conference rooms, and internal offices, one of which was Customer Service. That was your goal as you jogged through the halls. Jon fell into step with you.

“Look,” Jon began. “Everything I did—”

“I don’t want to hear it,” you said sharply. “I don’t have time for a meaningless heart-to-heart with you.”

You called out for Yvette, or anyone still trapped inside one of the offices. You heard a distant voice respond, and you followed it. You were led all the way to the end of the hall, where a chunk of debris had fallen outside of a glass office door. Inside was a group of about ten people.

“Okay, hold on!” you told them. “Stand back from the door.”

You and your father worked to clear the debris. But he looked up at you with something you’d never seen before in his eyes, though you refused to acknowledge it now. 

“When I came back from Vietnam, I saw what this country had become. How these asshole supes had taken over the goddamn world,” Jon said, though it was labored between bouts of lifting. 

He briefly grasped at his chest in pain. And you remembered then that Ben had broken at least his arm and collarbone. He even wore a cast on his forearm, which you finally noticed beneath his jacket sleeve. 

“You were different from your sister. Even at a young age, I saw that spark of fire in you. Hardheaded, even at the best of times,” he said, with a flicker of a smile. “I just wanted to make sure you were strong enough to handle this snake pit of a fucking world.”

He paused to look up at you. “But you were strong in spite of me.”

You had to stop and catch your breath. As his words registered, tears began to burn in your eyes. But you refused to let them fall. Nor did you respond.

Once the doorway was clear, you were able to open the door and let the people out. The last of them was Yvette, and her son Devon.

“Oh my God,” she gasped when she saw you. Tears fell from the corners of her eyes as she pulled you into a hug, and you returned it. 

“Are you okay?” you asked in relief. She tried and failed at a smile. Still weeping, she took her eight-year-old son’s hand and guided him out along with her. 

“Well, now we are. What are you doing here?”

“I’ll explain later. Come on,” you said. You flashed Devon a smile and reached out your hand. “Hey, Devon. Let’s go, buddy.”

He was crying, but he nodded and grabbed your hand too. 

“He had a stomachache,” Yvette whispered to you. “I pulled him out of school early. I shouldn’t have—”

“It’s okay, we’re getting out,” you told her. Jon brought up the rear to make sure you all made it out of the office unit safely. 

You made it down to the gift shop on the first floor, but a small crowd had formed at the back exit to the garage—which by now, was the only safe route out of the tower. The lobby was completely destroyed. 

The problem was, the garage exit was now blocked by debris as well.

“All right,” Jon sighed. “There’s another way, through the custodian entrance—”

Three shots rang out. You ducked and took Yvette with you, but you choked on a gasp when you looked back…

Jon had a gloved fist punched through his chest cavity. 

You watched with wide eyes as Black Noir revoked his arm from your father’s body with a wet, horrific sound. You gasped when Jon fell to his knees.

But to your shock, the supe glanced right past you, Yvette, and Devon. His pale gray eyes focused on only the men in the room. He then strode forward and began picking them off one by one.

You shakily pointed out a large aisle of A-Train merchandise for your friend to hide behind. Yvette pulled her son in that direction, while you went to your father where he laid on the ground. 

With difficulty, you rolled him onto his back. You then laid a hand on his shoulder, while the other hovered over his chest. Blood pooled through the gaping chasm in his Vought-issued black jacket. 

Your lower lip trembled, and you realized then that you were crying as he struggled for breath. Even after everything he’d done to you—to your family—it still hurt you to see him like this…to know that he was dying. 

And there was no time. Not to save him, or for resolution…

“Dad,” you tried, but he stopped you. His brows were furrowed with pain, but he gripped your wrist tight. 

“Run,” he said. He held on for a moment or two longer, but when the light faded from his eyes, you closed yours. 

You struggled against a sob. His grip eased from your wrist, and you laid his hand to rest on the ground. 

Protect yourself, your sister’s voice reminded you. You couldn’t stay out in the open like this. Black Noir had finished with the men, and now was starting in on the rest of the survivors. It seemed that without a handler, the clone had no orders to fulfill except his own. 

With a ragged breath, you retrieved the gun from your belt and had to leave your father behind. 

You joined Yvette and Devon behind the A-Train aisle and warned them with a finger over your lips to stay quiet. You pressed a shaking finger to the comm in your ear. 

“Ben, where are you?” you asked. Maybe he heard the tremor in your voice, because you certainly read the concern in his.

“You’re not on the second floor. Where are you?”

You closed your eyes for a beat. “On the first floor. The garage is blocked and Noir has us bottlenecked.”

“I’m almost there. Just stay put,” Ben said. His tone was firm, and it reassured you. You nodded, despite the fact that he couldn’t see you. 

“Yeah, not going anywhere in a hurry,” you whispered.

You could hear the agonized screams of people dying in the room, but you knew you couldn’t do anything about it. Tears slipped down your cheeks as you looked back at your father’s body on the cold ground. But with a determined breath, you looked at Yvette and Devon, who were clearly terrified. 

You cocked your gun and nodded at them to move forward down the aisle, but to stay low to the ground. The custodian entrance was on the first floor, but it was in the east wing of the tower. You were in the west wing. The only feasible way out was through the blocked garage exit, just up ahead. 

But so was Black Noir. The only thing you could do was stay alive long enough for Ben to find you. Because there was no way you could exit the room the way you came without Noir spotting you. 

Fuck. This wasn’t going to be easy. And all the while, the tower could come crashing down at any moment. The tremors in the walls and in the ground were increasing with every minute as pieces of the floor above continued to fall. 

A nightmare, for which you’d surely need copious amounts of therapy, if you survived this. 

No sooner had that thought filtered through your mind, when a katana flashed above your head, decapitating a cardboard cutout of The Deep. Yvette and Devon yelped in fright, but you grabbed them and shoved them forward into a sprint down the aisle with your head bowed. 

Bullets ripped after you, into the ground and the rows of merch. You turned a corner and stopped behind a large metal shelf lined with Queen Maeve plushies. 

But the three of you screamed when the katana ripped through the shelf, and one of the unfortunate plushies. 

You all stumbled into the open, where Noir soon found you. He raised his katana level with your face, and your eyes grew wide. But before the blade could slice into you, Noir was yanked back and thrown across the room, into the far wall with a heavy impact. He recovered, of course, but he paused.

Because Soldier Boy now stood between him and his targets. 

You looked up at Ben with relieved tears in your eyes—both for him saving your life, and just at the sight of him. He mostly looked all right, if a bit worse for wear. You knew you were much the same, dusty, bruised, and tearful. 

He flashed you a quirk of a smile. 

“Go, get out of here,” he said. 

“We can’t,” you started to say, but an explosion behind you made you flinch. You turned to see that the debris covering the garage exit had been cleared. It its place was M.M., Annie, Kimiko, and Frenchie, the latter waving a spare stick of dynamite. You smirked, even though your eyes glittered with unshed tears. 

“Okay, let’s go!” You reached for Devon and helped Yvette pick him up.

However, the dynamite blast had ruined what small semblance of stability was left in the ground floor. The ceiling began to fall—first near the exit, then right behind you, cutting you off from Ben. You gasped, but you didn’t have time to call out to him. 

And you heard M.M. and Annie calling out to you. All you could do was push Yvette forward, then drag her back when a massive chunk of concrete nearly fell on her and her son. 

But that’s when you lost your footing, and your balance, tipping backwards with a halting shriek.

You were trapped. Ben knew it the moment the wall of debris cut you off from him. He heard your voice, your scream, but he knew he couldn’t help you until he finished off Noir, for the last time. 

“All right, Earving. Let’s make this quick,” Ben said. “I don’t know if there’s any part of you left in there, but this would be a good fucking time to come out with some last words.”

The gray-eyed supe just stared back at him. His katana was drawn, and he slowly slid back into a crouched stance. Ben’s body tensed as well. The effects of Noir’s gun were still making his hands shake, but Ben clenched them into fists. He couldn’t afford weakness right now. 

So when Noir ran forward, Ben waited for the supe to come to him. He dodged the swipe of the blade, and threw out smart punches and combinations that started to push Noir back.

The blade came down again, but Ben blocked it with his shield. It cut through the top of it. But Ben used the momentary pause to kick Noir straight in the chest. He tore the blade from his shield and threw it away. Then he tossed his shield like a fatal frisbee. 

The supe narrowly dodged it, but he couldn’t escape Ben grappling him to the ground. He put all his energy into lighting the nuclear fuse in his chest. 

It was hard to keep it steady after the destabilizing gun, but no matter how Noir thrashed, Ben squeezed around his neck with all his might to keep him pinned. With a ragged yell, a flash of power escaped him. It fried through Noir’s suit, though it only lightly burned his skin. 

When the power ran its course, Noir lost his strength. The clone was now powerless. 

Ben grabbed a knife from the other supe’s belt, and he was able to break skin, stabbing into the center of the man’s chest. He didn’t let go until the clone’s gray eyes were truly lifeless.

Ben drew in ragged breaths. Gathering his strength, he pushed off of Noir and managed, with difficulty, back onto his feet. He felt satisfied, but maybe there was a bitter tinge to it. This thing had been created with Homelander’s DNA, and ultimately, Homelander had been a product of Soldier Boy.

Of Ben himself. 

He knew it wasn’t his fault. That lay dead with Stan. But Ben knew that he’d wasted a lot of time. For all his bravado, he had let himself be manipulated and controlled. For fame and money and women, and everything else that came with that.  

“Soldier Boy! Are you there?” he heard your friend call out. It broke him out of the haze of his exhaustion. He shook his head sharply to focus. 

He called back for you, nearing the wall of debris, but you didn’t answer. He was able to break some of it away, enough that he was finally able to see Yvette’s worried face. 

“Where is she?” he asked. A coil of dread stirred in the pit of his stomach. 

“She’s hurt,” said Yvette. 

The coil tightened, as did Ben’s jaw. 

“All right, stand back,” he ordered. He grabbed his discarded shield and held it aloft. 

“Okay, go ahead!” she said. 

He used his shield like a battering ram to get through the pile of wood and concrete. It loosened even more of the trembling ceiling and plunged the entire clearing with dust. Ben waved a hand through it, coughing as he stepped inside. He found Yvette and her son, but his eyes were drawn to you.

You’d fallen on your back, and a slab of concrete was pinning your leg. He moved it with a grunt, and it fell to the ground with a heavy impact. He examined your leg next; he was no doctor, but he could assume it was probably broken under the weight of concrete. 

Okay. Doctors could fix a fucking leg, he reasoned. He was more concerned about your head. Had you hit it on the way down, or had you smacked it on the hard tile when you landed?

Your hair was loose, and he slid careful fingers through it. He felt a small knot forming behind your head. He touched your pale cheek…

And then he saw it. 

You weren’t lying entirely on the ground. You’d fallen on a small pile of rubble, and sticking out an inch below your shoulder was a thick piece of rebar.

Fuck, he thought. Your pulse at your neck was still beating under the pads of his fingers. 

But then, he paused. He was starting to hear something, a deeper tremor than the occasional rubble falling from the ceiling. 

“Are you guys okay?” M.M. called. With all the debris, he couldn’t quite get to you all. But maybe he could find a hole underneath the rubble to squeeze you out of. 

“The tower’s coming down!” Ben barked. 

“Yeah, that’s why we need to get the fuck out of here,” M.M. replied.

“No, the whole fucking thing. It’s coming down now!” Ben said. Yvette grabbed her son and huddled closer to you and Ben. He quickly stood and surveyed his surroundings in search of a larger shield. 

The only thing in reach was a large metal shelf. It would have to do. 

He grabbed it and ran back to you, just in time for the world to start falling. 

Ben blinked dust and plaster out of his eyes and coughed it out of his mouth. He was holding God knew how much of the tower on his back. The metal groves of the shelf were digging into his spine and between his shoulder blades. 

When his vision cleared, he saw that Yvette was knocked out, bleeding from a cut on her temple. Maybe a stray rock had hit her. 

Her son seemed all right though, if covered in dust. 

“You okay, kid?” Ben asked. He nodded shakily, his eyes wide like he couldn’t believe he was still alive. Ben could understand that.

However, you were the one he was worried about. He called your name, but you didn’t respond. Ben looked up at the kid. 

“Shake her a little, would ya? Not hard.”

The kid nodded, biting his lip. He gently shook your arm, calling your name. Eventually you coughed and opened your eyes on a moan of pain. Ben let out a short, relieved breath.

“Hey…how you doin’?”

“Hurts to breathe,” you admitted, coughing up more dust. But you cried out when trying to get up disturbed your shoulder. “What…?”

“Don’t move,” he warned you. “You’re uh…you’re pinned down.” 

With trembling lips, you turned your head and saw what held you—the rebar protruding just beneath your shoulder. You let out a ragged breath. 

An inch lower and it would’ve been your heart. 

The problem was, you were sure you would bleed out anyway the moment you were freed from the rebar. 

“Don’t look at it,” Ben said firmly. “Look at me.”

You blinked up at him with watery eyes. You finally realized that he was kneeling, holding up a massive shelf to cover all four of you. 

“Oh my God. Are you okay?” you asked. A tear streamed down the side of your face. 

Ben nodded. Really, it was taking all the strength he had left to hold up this piece of shit, but he wasn’t about to let you know that. 

“I can do this all fucking day,” he said with a smirk. “But maybe check in with your friends so we can get the hell out of here.”

Letting out another shaky breath, you raised the hand opposite to your pinned shoulder and pressed a finger to the comm in your ear. 

“Are you guys still there? Did anyone make it out?” you asked.

For a moment, it was silent. You looked over at Devon, who was quietly crying. You reached out your free hand to him, even if it made more blood weep from your shoulder. He grabbed your hand, and you gave his a comforting squeeze. 

“It’s okay, Dev. We’re getting out soon,” you tried to sooth him. Devon nodded and squeezed your hand back. 

Ben watched the exchange with interest. You seemed to have a good way with kids…

“Hello?” you repeated into the comm. Your voice was weak and raspy, even to your own ears. You released your shaking hand back to the ground. “No one’s answering…where’s Yvette?”

“Knocked out for a bit, but she looks fine,” said Ben, nodding to where your friend was lying on the ground. 

Though he realized he was starting to lose you when your eyes closed. 

“Hey,” he barked. “Stay with me.”

The near shout forced you to open your eyes, but they were already starting to droop. Ben finally noticed the blood slipping away from you, starting to pool beneath your arm. 

“I’m awake, just resting my eyes,” you said. Not very convincing. 

Ben experimentally lowered an arm from supporting the shelf. He moved slow, and he heard shifting rubble above him, but he managed to balance the shelf on just his back. He grit his teeth at the strain.

Even for him, the weight was immense. He didn’t know how long they could wait for someone to get to them. But he could see the kid was frozen with fear.

“You’re gonna be fine, all right?” Ben said.

The kid was tearful, but he nodded.

“What’s your name?” Ben asked.

“Devon.”

“All right, Devon. You know who I am?”

“…Soldier Boy,” the kid replied in a small voice. His large brown eyes were filled with tears as he sniffed. His short hair and dark tan skin were covered with dust, so Ben could see the path of his tears down his cheeks and neck. He gave Devon an attempt at a smile and nodded. 

“That’s right.”

Finally, some of the debris near Yvette cleared a small hole above the ground, revealing Kimiko. Her eyes widened with excitement, her mouth falling open in a quiet gasp. She smiled and ducked her head back out. Ben frowned in confusion as he heard the French guy and some of the others babbling. 

“Hello?” he snapped. “The fuck is going on out there?” 

M.M. peered in next and took in the four of you with relief. He met Ben’s gaze.

“They’ll need a stretcher,” Ben said, gesturing at you and Yvette. “And a medic.”

“Okay, we’re gonna see if we can open this hole a bit wider,” M.M. said. He frowned at the narrow space inside. “It’s gonna be hard to get a stretcher in here.”

“Just get it done,” Ben said, beginning to lose his patience. He was carrying the tower on his back, and you were fading before his eyes. 

M.M. nodded and was gone. But he returned soon after with Kimiko, and both worked together to open the hold wider without dislodging more debris. Once they had a big enough hole, M.M. peered in.

“Okay, who’s first?”

“She is,” Ben said, nodding down at you. “Bring the stretcher.”

Once again, M.M. disappeared.

Ben looked over at Devon. 

“She’s hurt bad. We’re going to get her out first,” Ben said, gesturing at you. “I’m going to need you to hold her down, by her shoulders. After I take out the rebar, you’re going to put pressure on the wound. Got it?”

Devon looked unsure. 

“Got it?” Ben repeated. More tears slid down the boy’s cheeks as he shook his head.

“Listen, you little sh—” Ben started to snap in irritation.

But at the last moment, he stopped himself. He remembered how you were with the kid earlier, tried to think of what you might say right about now. 

“Uh, you can do this,” he said, gruff and a bit awkward. 

“I don’t want to hurt her,” Devon said in a small voice. 

At that, annoyance slowly drained out of Ben. He reached out and grasped the kid’s shoulder, firm, but gentle.

“You won’t. You’re going to help her,” he said. “Just hold her down, and I’ll do the rest. All right?”

He hesitated, but Devon nodded and wiped his face dry. 

“Good man,” Ben nodded. “Now come on, over here.”

Devon moved so that he was behind you, holding your shoulders down.

You grimaced and made a sound of pain. But Ben was quick; he braced your shoulder with one hand and slid the rebar out with the other. He forced himself to remain stoic at your resulting screech of agony. 

But Devon couldn’t. His tears came down anew, and he immediately released your shoulders. Ben moved you more fully onto the ground and instructed Devon to put pressure on the wound, leaning his body weight into it. 

“Stay awake,” Ben warned you. He knew you were having a hard time, and tears streamed from the corners of your eyes, onto the ground below. You forced your eyes to open, so you could look up at him.

“Ben,” you tried, but if this was going to be an if I die speech, then he didn’t want to fucking hear it.

“Don’t talk,” he said sternly. “Just keep breathing.”

“Listen,” you insisted. With difficulty, you grabbed onto the metal embellishments on his suit, finding purchase on his chest. 

“You are strong. You can do anything you want, you know,” you said, smiling wryly. “Including, being a better man.” 

Ben looked down at you with knitted brows. Sweat slipped down his forehead, but he didn’t know what to say to you. 

Until you let go of his suit, and your eyes started to close. 

“Fuck. Stay awake, damn it!” he snapped. It was an effort, but you opened your eyes. 

Then Yvette started to rouse, raising a hand to her aching head. 

“Oh, thanks for joining us,” Ben remarked, unable to disguise most of his snark. Devon helped her sit properly. 

When she saw you, paler than ever, she gasped and took over putting pressure on your wound. 

M.M. then finally returned with the stretcher. He beckoned Devon out first.

“Come on, little man.”

Ben opened his mouth to snap a protest, but M.M. shook his head. 

“It’s too narrow. They need to come out first to make room.”

Devon eyed the jagged concrete around the hole they’d created. He seemed scared to attempt taking M.M.’s hand to leave. 

He looked back at Yvette, who encouraged him forward. But he also looked over at Ben. 

He was frankly surprised the kid was looking to him for reassurance. Again, he thought of what you’d said to Devon earlier. 

“It’s okay,” Ben said. “You’re going home today. Trust me, son.” 

Devon stared at his face for a moment, and nodded tearfully. 

When M.M. was eventually able to take the boy’s hand, he met Ben’s gaze, which was mostly covered by stoicism. 

Devon made it out of the cave, followed by Yvette. While she climbed out, Ben took over putting pressure on your wound, even though it made the shelf creak. He grunted against the pressure on his back. 

Then M.M. finally slipped in the stretcher. Ben roused you by tapping on your cheek. He accidentally left a smudge of your own blood there.

“Come on, baby doll. Work with me here,” he muttered. You whimpered in response.  

You were so pale, but you were fighting to keep your eyes open. You’re a fighter, Ben reminded himself, as he helped M.M. maneuver you onto the stretcher.

“See you later, sweetheart,” he said.

“Wait,” you croaked. “Wait…how’re you getting out?” 

Ben quirked a smile. 

“I’m right behind you.” But he then glared up at M.M. “Hurry the fuck up. She’s still bleeding out.”

M.M. shot him a dark look, but he ignored Ben in order to help you. After you were taken out on the stretcher, Annie called out to him. 

“The fire department’s about to come in with pressure bags, so you can drop the shelf,” she said.  

True to her word, Ben started to hear a sharp whirring—the sound of something inflating. 

But as soon as they started, the ground shook. 

And the walls once again began to collapse around him. 

AN: *cowers in the corner* Please don't hate me! I promise, you're going to like the ultimate outcome of the next chapter (despite the teaser lol).

But I would still love to hear your thoughts on this one! What did you think of Jon's ultimate fate? How did you like Ben literally holding up the Tower?

(And did you catch the small Captain America reference? 😏)

**Side note: I hope you all enjoyed "Love Actually"! It's a far cry from where we are right now in BMD world lol...

Next Time:

Part of him refused to believe it had gotten to this. 

And the reality, that this was his fault. He’d caused the blast that destroyed the tower. His fault he hadn’t gotten to you sooner.

“You are the reason I needed saving,” you’d told him once. 

You were right then, and it still held up now. 

So, no…he wouldn’t go in there, into your room. The truth was, he couldn’t. 

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[dr-fetish37]

rejuvenecimiento pt.2

habían pasado un par de semanas después de mi cirugía, lo primero que había hecho después de salir del hospital había sido comprar varios paquetes de pañales para adulto, no me había preocupado en que tipo de pañales comprar pues no creí que hubiera de varios tipos hasta que descubrí mi cama mojada una mañana después de dormir con un pañal delgado así que tuve que volver a la farmacia por un paquete de pañales más grandes y gruesos, antes de mi cirugía acostumbraba a dormir desnuda por lo que ahora dormir con el grueso y cómodo material de los pañales me era algo extraño pero no desagradable.

la doctora me había dicho que había una posibilidad de operar mi incontinencia pero aún no estaba segura de si quería someterme a otra cirugía vaginal, pues ahora esta habría a mi vagina y ano hipersensibles para que pudiera sentir cuando tuviera necesidades fisiológicas.

sin embargo, cuando me interne para la cirugía las cosas se tornaron difíciles para mí y mi sistema cardiovascular, me encontraba acostada en la camilla, con una gorra quirúrgica, vistiendo únicamente mi pañal cubierta con una sábana, los doctores me habían tenido que intubar para la cirugía y habían tapado mis ojos con gasas y cinta médica, cuando comenzaron a suministrar la anestesia, mi corazón comenzaba a latir con pesadez, hasta que se detuvo por completo, escuchaba a las enfermeras moverse con prisa.

la doctora comenzó a hacer presión en mi pecho, mis senos brincaban al ritmo del RCP, mi cabeza se movía de arriba a abajo en la almohada, mi pelvis también se contraía haciendo sonar el pañal rozando contra la camilla, de tanta fuerza que los doctores estaban generando sobre mi cuerpo, había orinado mi pañal.

"carguen 160, uno, dos tres ¡despejen!"

después de un minuto de constante y duro rcp, la doctora se acercó a mis senos con las paletas

la doctora descargo las paletas contra mi pecho, haciendo que mi tronco se arqueara y mis senos rebotaran, mi cabeza se pegó más contra la almohada y se movía de un lado a otro, mi pelvis se alzó en en aire dando un golpe fuerte a la nada que rompió mi columna, el pañal volvió a sonar sobre la camilla.

"carguen una vez más, está vez 360, uno dos tres ¡despejen!"

nueva mente la ginecóloga descargo las paletas contra mis senos, mi pelvis se alzó en el aire contrayendo mi vagina y mi ano, por la fuerza de la contracción mi vejiga volvió a soltar orina mojando más el pañal, una vez que mi pelvis dejó de estar en el aire, cayó von fuerza sobre la camilla haciendo que mo cabeza y mi tronco se alzarán hacia adelante, al caer de nuevo a la camilla mis senos brincaron en todas direcciones con los pezones erizados por la electricidad.

aún nada, mi corazón seguía sin latir, cuando de repente mi cuerpo comenzó a convulsiónar, mis pechos se movían y temblaban de un lado a otro, mi pelvis se alzaba en el aire y caía chocando contra la camilla, mi cabeza se movía de un lado a otro y de arriba hacia abajo, el monitor se había vuelto loco.

después de 7 minutos de convulsionar, los monitores dieron por perdida mi actividad cerebral, por lo que la doctora acercó las paletas desfibriladoras a mi cabeza yas descargó en mis sienes.

mi pecho y pelvis se alzaron bruscamente en el aire y ahí se mantuvieron por al menos 15 segundos mientras la doctora descargaba las paletas en mi cabeza, en un ciclo de 15 minutos de intentar regresar mi actividad cerebral.

antes de darme por muerta, la doctora retiró mi pañal, y colocó a cada lado de mi vagina desfibriladores, también colocó uno en cada uno de mis senos y finalmente volvió a colocar las paletas en mi cabeza, y descargó los tres al mismo tiempo, todo mi cuerpo tembló, mi pelvis y mi pecho se movían de arriba a abajo, mi cabeza rebotaba suavemente contra la almohada y la doctora mantenía los desfibriladores en mis sienes, mis senos rebotaban de arriba a abajo de manera exagerada y mi vagina soltaba orina y aire.

después de 20 minutos más de desfibrilación finalmente fue declarada mi hora de muerte.

"hora de muerte: 1:29 a.m. paciente: jean causa: paro cardio respiratorio"

las enfermeras se encargaron de quitarme los cables y los tubos, colocaron algodón a lo largo de mi vagina y mi ano, también en mi nariz y mi boca, y al terminar, llevaron la camilla con mi cuerpo desnudo sobre ella a la morgue.

[agentcaboose]

hello and welcome to caboose forgot he's mexican

caboose at his most coherent in season 1 says his dad says "why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free": that's just machismo

The men in my family are very emotional and hug all the time,, this is also a trait in caboose

"walks off" his injuries,, like falling off a cliff (my dad will not go to the doctor even if he lost an arm)

treats dogs like babies (even if they aren't actually dogs)

he's been able to understand Lopez (the entire time ???)

fanart tends to depict him with tanner skin or at least tanner skin than church and wash

also his counterpart in the other simulation troopers was literally name loco

I am mexican and caboose is my favorite character

anyway, caboose got so much brain damage he forgot he knows spanish and is in fact mexican

[zimtlees]

HI !! I know I've said it a million times already but I love your art so much you're genuinely so talented 😭, I still feel so lucky you drew smth for me :)) and it gives me more inspiration for my art 🙏🙏 My obsession with adult Orel and Moral Orel came back once I came across you WOOHOOOHDJDJERRN And I was wondering, and I don't know if you already have but, if you would share more of your headcanons about him, his family, the immoral orel au, ANYTHING !!!1! I LOVE YOU AND YOUR HCS !!! I'm very invested... (y también pensé que nunca conocería a alguien que estuviera tan loco por él como yo, así que me siento mejor por eso) We've been blessed with everything you make and I get so happy every time you post :DDD and you're genuinely a very kind person so I hope you have a great rest of your day 🙏🙏❤❤ (and sorry for this long ass paragraph ask HRJHRHRBBR)

OREL HC????? Okay, first I'll say the hc I have (all silly, nothing serious?) and then I get cheesy...uh

Right, first let's start with uhhhh a silly headcanon I have is that when he was younger he wanted to be like Reverend Putty...for his great service to God and all that uh. Then when he grew up he'd want to study to be a doctor...it's a good profession for him (I know I explained this in a post a few months ago), he likes to help people, and he'd definitely give his patients loads of attention without being as negligent as the doctor in Moralton lmao. (I should do a whole post about this as I actually have a lot to say about his career path)

I'm a firm believer that at some point he continued to smoke weed...maybe in his teens?? He'd know it was wrong, but it helped him to zone out, so it was fun, plus he'd definitely hang out with people who smoked too, and Orel is...very easily influenced.

Definitely in school he'd be smart, but also REALLY DISTRACTED...and goofy, I'm pretty sure hardly any girls would be interested in him. (Maybe he also became a bit weird), he's bad at picking up hints and reading people's body language... so everyone would have to be REALLY direct if they wanted to talk to him about anything. (Aahh he'd probably have to move outta Moralton to study for a serious doctor career...then he'd have to adapt to new people...bad boys)

He'd probably only start officially dating Christina when they were both legal...and she had the freedom to leave her house whenever she wanted!!! Happy ending.

CHRISTINA IS SADISTIC-

...I didn't say anything, but if Orel is a masochist and Christina's an 'alternative' version of him then uh, I don't want to think about what would have happened in her chapter...

In his teens he'd really enjoy grunge and soft rock...uhgg I dunno, I just feel it. (Even though he's not that into music)

He's a goofy..nice...overprotective.....VERY overprotective dad, and that'd cause problems with his kids when they hit their teens...stupid (I love him) Orel..aahg, I mean, aahhh I also think he'd do loads of things that embarrass his kids!! But without realising lmao, he'd be like...trying to talk like them? That 'teen language' as he calls it haha.

IN HIS TEENS A LOT HAPPENED - UGH, not just between him and his parents...I mean also with his 'friends', even if he stopped being (just a bit) innocent, loads of people would definitely manipulate him into doing anything.

I don't think Clay and Bloberta ever divorced lmao, feel like they just stayed together and miserable...just like in that pic Orel has in his living room (Plus, I love that pic, it proves Orel doesn't hide his parents, he loves them despite everything and he'd definitely tell his kids to love them...wwgggh)

You know what I'm pretty sure about? Doughy and Orel got into a fight and came to blows in their teens, what caused it? Probably Doughy, in loads of episodes he looked like he was betraying his best mate for attention and affection from an adult...(but ugh, don't judge, it's written so well and we know why he did all that, even though that doesn't mean it was right, yeah, plus...there's no guarantee he changed after that, if we think about it Doughy had NO ONE, to teach him right from wrong), at some point he'd do a 'silly betrayal', to Orel...that'd make him SO ANGRY (cos it's not the first time) that mixed with a strong IMPULSE LMAO, he'd punch him, then he'd punch him back...and well, it'd all end with forgiveness and Doughy learning something.

And that's just a part of what I have cos I wrote a lot lmao...

[chipperchemical]

what i think each Hermit's favourite Monster flavour would be (purely indulgent so i can combine my hyperfixations)

Bdubs: Ultra Peachy Keen

Cub: Java Salted Caramel

Doc: Invented his own flavour by mixing Ultra White, Ultra Black, Juiced Bad Apple, and liquid Nitrogen

Etho: Super Cola (he specially imports it)

False: Ultra Mango Loco

Gem: Mixxd Punch

Scar: Zero Sugar Original (but he often steals Grian's Pacific Punch because he actually prefers the taste but refuses to buy it himself (too much sugar))

Grian: Pacific Punch

Hypno: Redbull and he will defend it until he dies

Jevin: Juiced Mango Loco

Impulse: Nitro

Joe: Ultra Fiesta Mango

Keralis: Reserve White Pineapple

Mumbo: Original

Pearl: Juiced Aussie Lemonade

Ren: Ultra Paradise

Skizz: Drinks whatever his friends get

Joel: Juiced Monarch

Stress: Ultra Rosa

Tango: The Doctor

Beef: Ultra Gold Pineapple

Wels: Ultra White

xB: Assault

Xisuma: Doesn't do energy drinks

Zedaph: Buys something different every time

Cleo: Juiced Bad Apple

feel free to add on :) i'm Europe-based so don't get a lot of the odd flavours that you Americans get hehe

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monster energy mango loco always reminded me of spiral. it's so sugary, it's almost overwhelming

THERE WAS A TREND ON THE TIKTOK A WHILE BACK INVOLVING VISITING A CONVENIENCE STORE AND MIXING THE FOLLOWING INGREDIENTS :

EVERY SLURPEE FLAVOR

2 MONSTER ENERGY DRINKS OF CHOICE

NERDS CANDIES

FUN DIP

IF YOU EVER WANT TO DRINK THE SPIRAL? THAT IS HOW

(CONSULT A DOCTOR BEFORE CONSUMPTION)

[moonlight-1108]

Cap 5:Capítulo cualquiera.

Era ya otro día,un día “normal” en Superjail,siendo dirigida por el tipo loco y extraño que es Warden.Esté estaba en su oficina,reclamando unas cosas a Jared,como de costumbre.

Warden:Jared,Jared…era una simple tarea!-ceño fruncido y moviendo sus manos rápidamente-

Jared:Lo siento señor,pero…es difícil controlarlos,la última vez incendiaron una celda completa y empezaron a asesinar sin control-viendo su tablilla y luciendo nervioso-

Warden:Dime algo que no suceda todo el tiempo,además,me tengo que encargar de todo siempre?-moviéndose un poco y aún enojado-aparte...Once-ler está viendo todo ese desastre,me pregunto qué pensará?

Sentándose en su escritorio y sonando pensativo.Realmente la opinión de Once-ler se volvió tan realmente importante,tal vez es el hecho de que al menos hasta ahora no lo han traicionado,sí,hubo una riña entre ellos pero al menos “no es tan grave” como otras veces y hubo una reconciliación.

Warden:Pff,seguramente no le importa…suena como un hombre completamente comprensible,pero…pero eso no quita que tengas que hacer tu trabajo Jared!para eso te pago-alterado y cruzado de brazos-

Jared:Pero señor…

Warden:Seguramente al doctor le agradaría un nuevo sujeto de pruebas,eh?-sonrisa maliciosa-

Jared:Ya voy a hacerlo señor!-yéndose rápidamente por la puerta-

El guardián se arregló el traje,apretando un botón en su escritorio,haciendo que caiga frente a la puerta de la celda de Once-ler.Esté en cuanto llegó abrió la puerta sorpresivamente.

Warden:Oh,Once-ler!-sonando feliz y sonriente-

Once-ler:¡Aaa!Warden!-asustado- podrías dejar de hacer eso…podría estar desnudo o algo,no abras la puerta así de la nada…

Warden:Uh,bueno…no exageres,¿por qué lo estarías?-en serio lo pregunto-

Once-ler:No tengo porque explicarte,solo digo que es privacidad,hombre!hay que respetar eso,ok?-tratando de sonar tranquilo-

Warden:Ok,ok…tranquilo-sacando su bastón de su sombrero,como un mago-Te has estado adaptando bien?

Esté viendo la celda y paseando,curioseando lo que había,aunque es difícil que hubiera muchas cosas puesto que Once-ler ha estado encerrado ahí.

Once-ler:Ugg,eso…no tanto,las cosas son difíciles aquí y un poco salvajes-acomodándose el cabello-en especial…ajam,cuando se trata de conversar con ellos…

Warden:Oh,eso?sí,puede ser difícil convivir con ellos…son un tanto rudos,más cuando entra alguien nuevo,es como si les dieras un nuevo juguete o algo así-concentrado y viendo todo-

Warden:¡Tranquilo!ellos no te harán nada…no si saben que estás de mi lado~

Once-ler:No creo que esa sea la solución,sabes…esos tipos te odian-poniendo una de sus manos en un hombro del otro-

Warden:¿Qué?ellos no me odian…solo están un poquito enojados con la vida,,no los culpo…supongo que afuera es una completa basura,por eso están aquí,en su hogar…

Once-ler:Eso no es lo que oí…sabes?esos tipos te odian,planean sabotear tu cárcel siempre,te llaman por diota…no creo que eso sea señal de que te quieran…-sonando como si nada-no consideran este lugar como su hogar,no los culpo mucho…

Warden puso cara triste,pero también pensativo.Ciertamente Warden ya sabía de esas cosas,pero se engañaba a sí mismo,tratando de creer que no lo odiaban y que estaban enojados entre sí.

Warden:Uh…pff,solo están jugando,pueden ser un poco salvajes,rudos y a veces completamente irrespetuosos,pero es eso!lo que hace que me motivé para seguir con esto!estoy haciendo un gran trabajo-totalmente sonriente y motivado-

Once-ler lo miró incrédulo,el tipo literalmente estaba ignorando el hecho de que le dicen idiota,incluso lo hacen en su cara y simplemente esté lo ignora,o no le da importancia.Once-ler simplemente no lo podía creer,pero se estaba acostumbrado a ese tipo de cosas,viniendo de Warden.

Once-ler:Eso creo,qué vamos hacer?

Warden:Vamos?...oh,sí…claro!el desayuno nos está esperando,también un día lleno de cosas divertidas!-golpeando con el dedo el pecho del otro-

Once-ler:Es-eso creo-deteniendo el dedo del otro-espero que el desayuno sea decente…

Warden:Sí,a veces se mueve,jajaja-sonrisita-

Once-ler:Jejeje…en serio?...

Warden:-se encoge de hombros y saliendo por la puerta-

Once-ler:Warden…WARDEN!Dios,ven acá-yendo hacía él-

-Rato después-

Warden intenta hacerle ver a Once-ler que su prisión es la más divertida y genial del mundo,de una manera feliz,sonriente y loca como siempre.Once-ler estaba un poco fastidiado de eso pero lo toleraba,sacando de su frac un cigarro,poniéndolo en su boca,Warden quitandoselo.Warden, con una sonrisa de oreja a oreja, sostiene el cigarro en alto como un trofeo.

Warden: ¡Oh, mira qué tesoro he encontrado! Un amigo que escupe humo. ¿Quieres que lo adoptemos? Lo llamaremos "Fumito". ¡Será nuestra nueva mascota!-Hace cosquillas en la nariz de Once-ler con el cigarro, provocando una mueca de disgusto en el joven-

Once-ler: ¡Basta, Warden! ¡Devuelve mi cigarro!

Warden: ¡Pero si es mucho más divertido así! Imagínate, Fumito y yo jugando a la escondida en las celdas... ¡Será un buen juego!

Once-ler no le iba a seguir el juego,persiguiendo por toda la cárcel a Warden,no,era más inteligente que eso.

Once-ler: ¿Sabes, Warden? Eres un genio. Hace una pausa dramática. Un genio infantil que no sabe comportarse. Se burla. ¿Por qué no vas a jugar con tus juguetes?

Warden: Ofendido ¡Oye! ¡Yo no soy ningún niño!

Once-ler: Risas burlonas Claro que no. Eres un adulto que actúa como uno de cinco años.

Warden, con una sonrisa maliciosa, se acerca a Once-ler.

Warden: ¿Sabes qué, Once-ler? Tienes razón. Soy un niño grande.-Hace una pausa, acercándose aún más-Pero tú... tú eres peor. Eres un viejo amargado que no sabe divertirse.

Once-ler, sorprendido por el cambio de tono, se queda callado.

Once-ler:Piénsalo bien, Warden. Si juegas conmigo, podrías salir perdiendo.

Warden, sorprendido por el cambio de actitud de Once-ler, retrocede un paso.La mirada de Once-ler es tan intensa que lo hace sentir incómodo.Se da cuenta de que ha subestimado a Once-ler un poco

Warden:-Con una sonrisa nerviosa-¿Ah, sí? ¿Y qué harás? ¿Me vas a contar un chiste malo?pff

Once-ler:-Con una voz baja y amenazante-No subestimes mi capacidad para hacer daño, Warden.Soy más de lo que crees

Warden: -Intentando cambiar de tema y sonar despreocupado-¿Y tú, Once-ler? ¿Qué te gusta hacer en tu tiempo libre, además de darme miedo con tus miradas asesinas?

Once-ler sonríe levemente, divertido ante el intento de Warden por aligerar el ambiente.

Once-ler: Bueno, en otro tiempo disfrutaba de la buena vida. Lujos, fiestas, mujeres... cosas así. Pero ahora, aquí... me entretengo pensando en formas de escapar.

Warden se detiene en seco, su sonrisa desapareciendo por completo. La mención de la fuga lo pone nervioso.

Warden:-Cambiando de tono,más serio-Esas son ideas peligrosas,Once-ler.No te conviene jugar con fuego.

Once-ler:-se encoge de hombros.-Todos jugamos con fuego,Warden.Algunos simplemente lo esconden mejor.

A pesar de la tensión subyacente,ambos continúan su paseo por Superjail.Warden, aunque nervioso, intenta mantener una apariencia de autoridad, mostrándole a Once-ler los diferentes sectores de la prisión.Once-ler, por su parte, observa todo,buscando posibles puntos débiles y oportunidades de escape.

Warden:-Con una voz más suave-Escucha,Once-ler.Sé que estás buscando una salida,pero te advierto que no encontrarás nada.Esta prisión es impenetrable.

Once-ler:-se ríe-.impenetrable,¿eh?Pues entonces,¿por qué no me muestras todos los rincones de esta maravillosa fortaleza?Quizás encuentre algo que se me haya escapado.

Warden:-duda por un momento,pero luego asiente con la cabeza-Está bien.Te mostraré todo lo que quieras.Pero si intentas algo,te arrepentirás.

Once-ler asiente con una sonrisa,siguiendo a Warden a través de los pasillos de la prisión.El guardián le muestra cada rincón,desde las celdas más oscuras,hasta rincones raros.Once-ler observa todo con detenimiento,buscando cualquier detalle que pueda ayudarlo a escapar.

Once-ler:-Pensando para sí mismo-Es demasiado fácil.¿De verdad cree que voy a confiarme tanto? Debe tener alguna trampa extraña…

Warden,notando la mirada confundida de Once-ler,se detiene y lo mira fijamente.

Warden:¿Qué pasa, Once-ler?¿No te gusta el tour?-mirándolo-

Once-ler:-Con una sonrisa burlona-Es muy amable de tu parte,Warden.Pero dime, ¿no crees que estás siendo demasiado amable?¿No deberías estar preocupado de que intente escapar?

Warden:-se encoge de hombros-Mira,Once-ler,sé que eres un tipo inteligente,con un gran cerebro en esa linda cabecita.Pero esta prisión es impenetrable.No importa lo que intentes,no podrás salir

Once-ler:-Riéndose-Impenetrable,¿eh?Bueno,nunca digas nunca,Warden…

Warden se queda mirando a Once-ler,sintiéndose cada vez más incómodo. Comienza a sospechar que Once-ler está jugando un juego con él y eso no le agrada.no le avisaron,eso es trampa.

-Rato después-

Once-ler, con una sonrisa burlona,intenta deshacerse de Warden,quien lo sigue como una sombra y pegado como chicle.

Once-ler:Warden,por favor,dame un poco de espacio.Estoy empezando a sentirme claustrofóbico.

Warden:-con una ceja alzada,se acerca aún más-Claustrofóbico,¿eh?Pues deberías haber pensado en eso antes de cometer sus crímenes,señor Once-ler.

Once-ler:-Rodando los ojos-Mira,Warden,solo quiero que quede claro algo:a mí solo me gustan las mujeres.Así que no te hagas ilusiones,alejate de mí,chicle.

Warden,visiblemente molesto,se cruza de brazos.

Warden:Eso no tiene nada que ver con esto,Once-ler.Chicle?pff,Yo solo estoy haciendo mi trabajo.Y no te preocupes,no tengo ningún interés en ti.A mí solo me gusta Alice.

Once-ler:-Con una sonrisa sarcástica-Ah,sí,Alice?

Mostrándonos una escena de Once-ler viendo como Alice le rompe el brazo a un tipo,con facilidad.

Once-ler:Qué romántico-riendo sarcásticamente-

Warden:-se sonroja ligeramente-Sí,ella es muy especial para mí,es tan delicada.

Once-ler:-Con una sonrisa burlona-Alice,¿eh? La Alice que le rompió el brazo a aquel tipo en la pelea del comedor,Sí, muy “delicada."

Warden:-sonrojado, se aclara la garganta-Bueno,ella sabe defenderse.Además, fue en defensa propia.

Once-ler:-Agitando una ceja-Defensa propia,pff,Seguro…

Warden:-Con una sonrisa burlona-No te pongas celoso,Once-ler.Tendrás todo el tiempo del mundo para jugar conmigo aquí,esto es eterno…

Once-ler frunce el ceño,confundido por el comentario de Warden.¿Acaso estaba insinuando algo más?Trata de ignorarlo,pero la idea de que Warden pudiera tener algún tipo de interés en él lo desconcierta.

Estos siguieron su camino hasta la oficina del guardián.

Once-ler se sienta en una silla frente al escritorio de Warden,observando la oficina.Warden se acomoda en su asiento,esperando que Once-ler inicie la conversación.

Warden: Bueno,Once-ler…¡cierto!nunca lo pregunte¿qué te parece mi oficina?

Once-ler:-Con una sonrisa irónica-digamos que es... único,mmm…lindo techo-mirando arriba-

Warden:-Riéndose-Lo sé, lo sé. A algunos les parece demasiado, pero a mí me gusta,es divertido.

Hay un momento de silencio incómodo mientras ambos se miran fijamente.Once-ler aprovecha la oportunidad para cambiar de tema.

Once-ler: Dime,Warden,¿por qué me trajiste aquí?¿Tienes algo importante que decirme?

Warden:-Pensativo-En realidad,sí.Quiero hacerte una propuesta.

Once-ler:-Alejándose un poco,confundido-¿Una propuesta?¿De qué se trata?

Warden:Verás,he estado pensando mucho en tu situación.Y creo que podría haber una forma de que las cosas sean un poco más fáciles para ti aquí-sonriendo maliciosamente y mirándolo-

Once-ler:-se muestra escéptico-¿Qué clase de propuesta podría ser?¿Una trampa? ¿Una oportunidad?

Warden, con un tono dramático y serio, se acerca a Once-ler.

Warden:Once-ler, esta es nuestra oportunidad.Necesitamos ser... amigos…

Once-ler lo mira fijamente,con una expresión de incredulidad.¿En serio?¿Después de todo este drama, la propuesta de Warden era ser amigos?

Once-ler:-Con una sonrisa incrédula-¿Amigos?¿Eso es todo?

Warden:-Sonriendo-Bueno, ¿qué más podría ser? Necesitamos confiar el uno en el otro.Además,no tengo muchos amigos…al parecer no les agrado mucho-riendo nervioso-

Once-ler piensa por un momento.Warden,a pesar de sus extrañas excentricidades, no parece ser una amenaza real.Quizás tener un aliado dentro de la prisión no sea tan mala idea y más uno como Warden,el literal alcaide.

Once-ler:-Asintiendo-Está bien. Seamos amigos.

Warden se ilumina al escuchar la respuesta de Once-ler,sonriendo y totalmente halagado.

Warden: ¡Genial!Sabía que podíamos llegar a un acuerdo¡Somos amigos!

Y así, de manera un tanto anticlimática,Once-ler y Warden se convierten en "amigos".Aunque Once-ler sigue siendo incrédulo,no puede negar que la idea de tener un aliado dentro de la prisión no le desagrada del todo,será de ayuda tal vez.

Continuara…

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Chapter 5:Any chapter.

It was another day, a "normal" day in Superjail, being directed by the crazy and strange guy that is Warden. He was in his office, complaining about some things to Jared, as usual.

Warden: Jared, Jared…it was a simple task! - frowning and moving his hands quickly - Jared: I'm sorry sir, but… it's difficult to control them, the last time they set an entire cell on fire and started murdering without control - looking at his clipboard and looking nervous - Warden: Tell me something that doesn't happen all the time, besides, do I always have to take care of everything? -moving a little and still angry- aside…Once-ler is watching all that mess, I wonder what he thinks?

Sitting at his desk and sounding thoughtful. Really Once-ler's opinion became so really important, maybe it's the fact that at least until now they haven't betrayed him, yes, there was a fight between them but at least “it's not as serious” as other times and there was a reconciliation.

Warden: Pff, he probably doesn't care… he sounds like a completely understandable man, but… but that doesn't mean you not have to do your job Jared! That's what I pay you for - upset and crossing his arms - Jared: But sir��� Warden: Surely the doctor would like a new test subject, huh? -mischievous smile- Jared: I'm going to do it sir! -Going quickly out the door-

The guard fixed his suit, pressing a button on his desk, causing it to fall in front of the door of Once-ler's cell. As soon as he arrived, he opened the door surprisingly.

Warden:Oh,Once-ler!-sounding happy and smiling- Once-ler: Aaa! Warden! -scared- could you stop doing that…he could be naked or something, don't open the door like that out of nowhere… Warden: Uh, well…don't exaggerate, why would you be? -I'm seriously asking- Once-ler: I don't have to explain to you, I'm just saying that it's privacy, man! You have to respect that, okay? -trying to sound calm- Warden: Ok, ok…calm-taking his staff out of his hat, like a magician-Have you been adjusting well?

was looking at the cell and walking around, wondering what was there, although it is difficult for there to be many things since the Once-ler has been locked up there.

Once-ler: Ugg, that… not so much, things are difficult here and a little wild - adjusting their hair - especially… aha, when it comes to talking to them… Warden: Oh, that's it, yes, they can be difficult to live with…they are a bit rude, especially when someone new comes in, it's like you gave them a new toy or something like that-concentrated and seeing everything-

Warden: Don't worry! They won't do anything to you…not if they know you're on my side~ Once-ler: I don't think that's the solution, you know…those guys hate you-putting one of his hands on the other's shoulder- Warden: What? They don't hate me… they're just a little angry with life, I don't blame them… I guess it's complete garbage outside, that's why they're here, in their home… Once-ler: That's not what I heard… you know? those guys hate you, they always plan to sabotage your prison, they call you a diota… I don't think that's a sign that they love you… -sounding like it's nothing- they don't consider this place like their home, I don't blame them much…

Warden made a sad face, but also thoughtful. Warden certainly already knew about those things, but he fooled himself, trying to believe that they didn't hate him and that they were angry with each other.

Warden: Uh…pff, they're just playing, they can be a little wild, rude and sometimes completely disrespectful, but that's what makes me motivated to continue with this! I'm doing a great job - totally smiling and motivated-

Once-ler looked at him in disbelief, the guy was literally ignoring the fact that they call him an idiot, they even do it to his face and he just ignores it, or doesn't give it any importance. Once-ler just couldn't believe it, but he was Used to that kind of thing, coming from Warden.

Once-ler: I think so, what are we going to do? Warden: Come on?…oh, yes… of course! breakfast is waiting for us, also a day full of fun things! -tapping the other's chest with his finger- Once-ler: That's-I think so-stopping the other's finger-I hope breakfast is decent… Warden: Yes, sometimes it moves, hahaha-smile- Once-ler: Hehehe…really?… Warden:-shrugs and walking out the door- Once-ler:Warden…WARDEN!God, come here-going towards him-

-A while later-

Warden tries to make Once-ler see that his prison is the funniest and coolest in the world, in a happy, smiling and crazy way as always. Once-ler was a little annoyed by that but tolerated it, taking out a cigarette from his tailcoat. ,putting it in his mouth,Warden taking it away.Warden, grinning from ear to ear, holds the cigar high like a trophy.

Warden: Oh, look what a treasure I've found! A friend who spits smoke. Do you want us to adopt him? We'll call it "fumito". He will be our new pet! -He tickles Once-ler's nose with the cigarette, causing a disgusted grimace in the young man-

Once-ler: Stop it, Warden! Give back my cigarette! Warden: But it's much more fun this way! Imagine, Fumito and I playing hide and seek in the cells… It will be a good game!

Once-ler was not going to play along, chasing Warden all over the prison, no, he was smarter than that.

Once-ler: You know, Warden? You are a genius. He pauses dramatically. A childish genius who doesn't know how to behave. I have mocks. Why don't you go play with your toys? Warden: Offended Hey! I'm not a child! Once-ler: Mocking laughter Of course not. You are an adult who acts like a five year old. Warden with a malicious smile, approaches the Once-ler. Warden: You know what, Once-ler? You're right. "I'm a big boy." -He pauses, getting even closer-But you… you're worse." You're a bitter old man who doesn't know how to have fun. Once-ler, surprised by the change in tone, remains silent. Once-ler:Think carefully, Warden. If you play with me, you could lose. Warden, surprised by the Once-ler's change in attitude, takes a step back. The Once-ler's gaze is so intense that it makes him feel uncomfortable. He realizes that he has underestimated the Once-ler a little. Warden:-With a nervous smile-Oh, yes? And what will you do? Are you going to tell me a bad joke? pff Once-ler: -With a low and threatening voice-Do not underestimate my ability to do harm, Warden. I am more than you think

Warden: -Trying to change the subject and sound nonchalant-And you, Once-ler? What do you like to do in your free time, besides scare me with your death glares? Once-ler smiles slightly, amused at Warden's attempt to lighten the mood. Once-ler: Well, I once enjoyed the good life. Luxury, parties, women… things like that. But now, here… I entertain myself thinking of ways to escape. Warden stops dead, his smile disappearing completely. The mention of the escape makes him nervous. Warden: -Changing tone, more serious-Those are dangerous ideas, Once-ler. You don't want to play with fire. Once-ler:-shrugs.-We all play with fire, Warden. Some just hide it better. Despite the underlying tension, both continue their walk through Superjail. Warden, although nervous, tries to maintain an appearance of authority, showing Once-ler the different sectors of the prison. Once-ler, for his part, observes everything, looking for possible weak points and escape opportunities. Warden: -In a softer voice-Listen, Once-ler. I know you are looking for a way out, but I warn you that you will not find anything. This prison is impenetrable. Once-ler: -laughs-.impenetrable, huh? Well then, why don't you show me every corner of this wonderful fortress? Maybe I'll find something I've missed.

Warden: -He hesitates for a moment, but then nods -Okay. I'll show you everything you want. But if you try something, you'll regret it. Once-ler nods with a smile, following Warden through the corridors of the prison. The warden shows him every corner, from the darkest cells, to strange corners. Once-ler observes everything carefully, looking for any detail he can. help him escape. Once-ler:-Thinking to himself-It's too easy. Do you really think I'm going to trust myself so much? It must have some strange trap… Warden, noticing the Once-ler's confused look, stops and stares at him. Warden: What's wrong, Once-ler? Don't you like the tour? -looking at him- Once-ler:-With a mocking smile-That's very kind of you, Warden. But tell me, don't you think you're being too kind? Shouldn't you be worried that he'll try to escape? Warden:-shrugs-Look, Once-ler, I know you're a smart guy, with a big brain in that pretty little head. But this prison is impenetrable. No matter what you try, you won't be able to get out. Once-ler:-Laughing-Impenetrable, huh? Well, never say never, Warden… Warden stares at Once-ler, feeling increasingly uncomfortable. He begins to suspect that the Once-ler is playing a game with him and he doesn't like that. They didn't warn him, that's cheating.

-A while later-

Once-ler, with a mocking smile, tries to get rid of Warden, who follows him like a shadow and sticks like gum. Once-ler: Warden, please give me some space. I'm starting to feel claustrophobic. Warden: -with a raised eyebrow, he gets even closer-Claustrophobic, huh? Well, you should have thought about that before committing your crimes, Mr. Once-ler. Once-ler:-Rolling his eyes-Look, Warden, I just want to make something clear: I only like women. So don't get your hopes up, stay away from me, gum. Warden, visibly upset, crosses his arms. Warden: That has nothing to do with this, Once-ler. Gum? Pff, I'm just doing my job. And don't worry, I have no interest in you. I just like Alice. Once-ler:-With a sarcastic smile-Ah, yes, Alice? Showing us a scene of Once-ler watching Alice break a guy's arm with ease. Once-ler:How romantic-laughing sarcastically- Warden:-blushes slightly-Yes, she is very special to me, she is so delicate. Once-ler: -With a mocking smile-Alice, huh? The Alice who broke that guy's arm in the lunchroom fight, Yes, very "delicate." Warden: -blushes, clears his throat-Well, she knows how to defend herself. Besides, it was self-defense.

Once-ler: -with a raised eyebrow-Self-defense, pff, Sure… Warden:-With a mocking smile-Don't be jealous, Once-ler. You will have all the time in the world to play with me here, this is forever… Once-ler frowns, confused by Warden's comment. Was he implying something else? He tries to ignore it, but the idea that the Guardian might have any kind of interest in him baffles him. They continued on their way to the guardian's office. Once-ler sits in a chair in front of Warden's desk, looking around the office. Warden settles into his seat, waiting for the Once-ler to start the conversation. Warden: Well, Once-ler… right! I never asked, what do you think of my office? Once-ler: -With a wry smile-let's say it's…unique, mmm…nice ceiling-looking up- Warden:-Laughing-I know, I know. Some find it too much, but I like it, it's fun. There is a moment of awkward silence as they both stare at each other. Once-ler takes the opportunity to change the subject. Once-ler: Tell me, warden, why did you bring me here? Do you have something important to tell me? Warden: -Thoughtful-Actually, yes. I want to make you a proposal. Once-ler: - Walking away a little, confused - A proposal? What is it about? Warden: You see, I've been thinking a lot about your situation. And I think there might be a way to make things a little easier for you here-smiling evilly and looking at him- Once-ler: - is skeptical - What kind of proposal could it be? A trap? An opportunity? Warden, in a dramatic and serious tone, approaches the Once-ler.

Warden:Once-ler, this is our chance. We need to be… friends… Once-ler stares at him, with an expression of disbelief. Really? After all this drama, Warden's proposal was to be friends? Once-ler:-With an incredulous smile-Friends? Is that all? Warden:-Smiling-Well, what else could it be? We need to trust each other. Also, I don't have many friends… apparently they don't like me very much - laughing nervously - Once-ler thinks for a moment. Warden, despite his strange eccentricities, does not seem to be a real threat. Maybe having an ally inside the prison is not such a bad idea and more so one like Warden, the literal warden. Once-ler:-Nodding-Okay. Let's be friends. Warden lights up upon hearing the Once-ler's response, smiling and totally flattered. Warden: Great! I knew we could reach an agreement. We're friends! And so, somewhat anticlimactically, Once-ler and Warden become "friends." Although Once-ler remains incredulous, he cannot deny that the idea of ​​having an ally inside the prison does not displease him at all, it will be of help perhaps.

To be continued…

[elbiotipo]

Hey, wanna read something really racist?

"oh no, the La-tin-ohs don't have PTSD or 'emotions' as we know them... they have this mysterious illness that they call "El Susto" or "El Ataque De El Nervio" just like in "telenovels" when they go all "loco loco" you get me? Doctors should be aware when dealing with this exotic culture, they don't think like us... read the Dick Sucking Manual Five and you'll understand..."

[bustermoonsposts]

THIS ONE IS LONGER I PROMISE UUU

Angela from smosh cus i ran out of headers

 He tried his best to drive steady, hands shaking. God, I haven’t driven a car in what…fifteen years, he thought while driving down Broad St. It was dead silent. He pulled over, sat still, he prayed to whatever GOD was out there that this was a dream that he would wake up and get to work and see his friends safe and as normal as the little troup they had were he opened his eyes wide, reached for his phone, and called someone…

Ring

Ring

Ring

“H-hello?” the person on the other line answerd

“Rosita, are you ok…?” Rosita couldn't make it tonight because one of her kids, Casper, had a doctor's appointment at the same time as the show so she had to leave early and only had a part at the beginning of the 1-hour show (and Casper was always a little fighter at the doctor's)

“Yeah uhm me and Casper are still at the hospital-and uh there are the uh doctors and their eyes are glowing and their acting hostile” rosita said with a shaky breath her fingers digging into her phone

“Yeah…the others were too…there was an explosion or something at the local science lab, a weird goo it makes people go loco its very weird…” Buster said restarting the truck “which hospital are you at ill come pick you up-”

“ we’re at the ocean side hospital”

“Ocean side? That’s very far”

“Its the only one that'll take us”

“Alright”

“Im on my way……”

CHAPTER 2 the hospital

About half an hour later Buster arrives in the hospital parking lot taking a deep breath and looking through the truck for some type of weapon (yknow since its big daddys car he has to have something like a-) “A gun!?” he practically screamed, there were no bullets so he could…throw it at someone…??? Whatever he’ll think about it when or if he's in danger he enters the hospital the automatic doors making a loud screech hurting his ears as they pin against his head he looks around for what he can see

SO MANY INFECTED patients doctors nurses you name it, ITS A NIGHTMARE!!!

Buster's heart raced as he stepped into the chaotic scene of the hospital. The fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting an eerie glow on the faces of the infected. He scanned the waiting area, eyes darting from one distressed figure to another, searching for Rosita and Casper. “Stay calm, stay focused,” he whispered to himself, gripping the steering wheel of anxiety in his gut. He spotted a nurse staggering toward him, her clothes stained with something that resembled a thick, viscous goo. Her eyes were wide, vacant, devoid of recognition. “Hey!” Buster called out, but she only groaned in response, lurching unsteadily. He sidestepped quickly and headed toward the triage room, knowing that he had to find them fast. He pushed through the double doors, taking in the sight: frightened patients huddled together, some covered in the bizarre substance, others moaning in despair. Buster felt the panic rising, but he had to push it down. “Rosita!” he called, straining to keep his voice steady. “Casper!” There was no response at first, just the sounds of distress echoing off the walls. He moved deeper into the room, his heart pounding in his chest. Then, through the chaos, he heard a familiar voice. “Buster!” came Rosita’s shaky cry from a corner of the room. He turned abruptly, spotting her crouched beside a curtain, clutching Casper close. The boy's face was pale, but he was safe, at least for now. “Thank God!” Buster rushed over, dodging an infected nurse who stumbled past him, moaning. “Are you two okay?” “I-I think so,” Rosita stammered, her eyes wide with fear. “But we can’t stay here! They—they keep coming!” Buster quickly scanned the area and noticed a door at the far end of the room. “We need to move. Can you walk, Casper?” He knelt down, meeting the boy’s gaze. Casper nodded, albeit a bit hesitantly. “Okay, we’re getting out of here,” Buster said, offering his hand. Rosita gently helped her son to his feet, and they began to make their way toward the exit. As they approached the door, a loud crash echoed through the room. A group of infected burst in, their eyes gleaming with a chaotic frenzy. Buster’s instincts kicked in. “Run!” he yelled, pushing Rosita and Casper ahead of him. He turned to face the incoming tide, raising the gun he had found earlier—the heavy metal felt oddly comforting in his grip. “Get to the door!” he shouted again, his voice fighting against the rising fear. Rosita and Casper sprinted toward the exit, while Buster squeezed the trigger. It clicked empty, but it was enough to draw the attention of the infected momentarily. He hurled the gun toward the nearest figure, just to buy them a second or two. “Go, go, go!” he shouted, backing toward his friends as they reached the door. He grabbed the handle, pulling it open as he dodged to the side, urging Rosita and Casper outside. They stumbled into the cool night air, gasping for breath. “Over here!” Buster pointed toward his truck parked nearby, the headlights cutting through the darkness. They took off running, adrenaline propelling them forward. Once they reached the truck, Buster quickly yanked open the door and helped Rosita and Casper in. “Get buckled!” he ordered, hopping into the driver’s seat and slamming the door shut behind him. Rosita strapped Casper in with shaking hands. As Buster turned the ignition, the engine roared to life, cutting through the sounds of chaos behind them. He peeled out of the parking lot, the hospital fading in the rearview mirror.

[nevenkebla]

Acabemos con esto

Ultimate Fantastic Four (2003) #32 Mark Millar (Escritor), Greg Land, Mitch Breitweiser (Dibujantes)

— Doctor Doom: Siento romperos la burbuja, chicos. Abrid los escudos y acabemos con esto. — Susan Storm: Las alarmas se disparan. Bajan las defensas y envían a alguien a la desesperada. — Reed Richards: Fabuloso. No tendremos que compartir la carne con todos los de casa. — Johnny Storm: Por favor, que sea su Antorcha Humana. El monstruito merece morir, solo por su estúpido pelo. — Doctor Doom: No tengo tiempo para líos, colega. — Ben Grimm: Vic von Doom, ¿Eh? No me digas que eres un superhéroe en este mundo de locos. — Doctor Doom: No exactamente, Ben… pero ahora soy todo lo que tienen. — Reed Richards: Sue, échale un campo al cerebro, al corazón y a los ojos, rápido. ¡Esto es grave, que no ponga en peligro la misión!

— Susan Storm: Lo… lo intento, Reed, pero no puedo. Como si no hubiera más que… — Doctor Doom: Acero frío y duro… Aunque lograras atravesar mis defensas mágicas. Victor aprendió a hacer cualquier cosa con los libros de hechizos de Atlantis. ¿Qué podrías hacer si necrotizara un poco más esos huesos y ligamentos medio muertos, Susan? — Susan Storm: ¡Agh! ¡Pedazo de basura! ¡Muérdelo, Reed! ¡Haz algo para infectarle! Deprisa… deprisa… — Doctor Doom: No tengo nada que quieras comer, amigo mío, pero puedo conjurar a unos amiguitos que estarán más que felices de probar ese sabroso tejido necrosado… — Reed Richards: ¿Qué quieres decir, maldito loco? ¿De qué demonios hablas? — Doctor Doom: Empecemos con lombrices, ¿eh?

[analisword]

high infidelity (Enzo Vogrincic x Fem Reader)

Capítulo 13.

Enzo había sido amante de la limpieza y el orden desde que tenía uso de razón, su madre adoraba contar la historia de cómo cuando era pequeño aprendió a apilar todos sus juguetes por tamaño antes de comenzar a hablar, en particular siempre se consideró un fanático de los desinfectantes, cuando tenía 16 años mezcló cloro con ácido muriático para limpiar el baño después de una fiesta, como resultado por poco se desmayó durante el proceso de limpieza. 

Siempre le gustó el aroma a hospital, saber que todo estaba perfectamente esterilizado y cómo hacían lo posible para erradicar todas las bacterias que pudieran dañar a los pacientes, sin embargo, en este preciso momento, el olor a desinfectante y limpio nunca le había causado tanto repudio, el cloro le quemaba las fosas nasales y el sonido de los aparatos lo estaba volviendo loco. 

Llevaba un par de horas sentado a un  lado de la camilla de Alana, la chica estaba estable aunque dopada de medicamentos para aminorar el dolor, también le habían tenido que inyectar un sedante durante el trayecto hacia el hospital, la pobre había tenido un horrible ataque de pánico. 

Enzo no podía creer que apenas fueran las 5 de la tarde, este era definitivamente el día más largo toda de su vida,

5 puntadas en la frente, dos costillas rotas y un ojo bastante inflamado había sido el resultado del ataque de Sebastián. 

Enzo nunca se había considerado una persona muy religiosa, pero no dejaba de agradecerle a Dios o a cualquier fuerza superior que existiera por haberlo impulsado a ir  al departamento de Alana, Sebastián no sólo la había atacado, también la había dejado tirada y encerrada por un tiempo en lo que él buscaba qué hacer, para finalmente tomar la única buena decisión de llamar a una ambulancia. 

Lo último que Enzo supo es que los paramédicos también tuvieron que inyectar a Sebastián, el cual tuvo un colapso nervioso en el departamento mientras subían a Alana a la camilla. 

Enzo se restregó la cara con las manos, se sentía perdido y con miedo, pero sobre todo muchísima rabia.

El doctor lo había intentando animar diciéndole que las costillas de Alana sanarían rápidamente, que por suerte no le habían perforado un pulmón y que a diario llegaban chicas a urgencias en peores condiciones por violencia, Enzo no entendía cómo eso se suponía que lo haría sentir mejor, pero no podía negar que sintió un alivio tremendo en cuanto el doctor le dijo que Alana sería dada de alta pronto, era una chica bastante fuerte.

A pesar de tener una gasa esterilizada en la frente y el ojo tan hinchado como un tomate, Alana lucía bastante tranquila durmiendo, se aferraba de la sabana como si fuera un oso de peluche, la piel de Enzo picaba por recostarse a su lado y abrazarla, pero no se atrevía a hacerlo por miedo a lesionarla aún más, cada que las enfermeras entraban a cambiarle el medicamento o revisarla, él sentía que la respiración se le iba, lucía tan delicada sobre la camilla de hospital. 

Lucía no dejaba de mandarle mensajes, se habían filtrado unas fotos de él subiendo a la ambulancia, él aún no se sentía preparado para hablar al respecto o enfrentar las especulaciones que seguramente estaban invadiendo las redes sociales, quería privacidad, sobre todo para Alana, lo único que pedía era que la chica pudiera tener una recuperación tranquila y sin polémicas. 

Le dejó un suave beso en la coronilla y bajó del hospital hasta llegar a la entrada principal, por suerte la gente que estaba en el lugar se encontraba demasiado inmersa en sus problemas como para acercarse a pedir una fotografía, sacó un cigarro y lo prendió, era el primer cigarro que se fumaba en poco más de un mes, pues hace tiempo había decidido dejar el tabaco, lo había estado haciendo bastante bien, pero la ansiedad lo había estado consumiendo durante el día que no tuvo otra opción más que ceder a la tan adictiva sustancia. 

Terminaba de exhalar la última calada del cigarro y aplastar la colilla con su zapato cuando lo vio. 

—¿Qué mierda hacés aquí?—dijo entredientes, Sebastián se encontraba parado frente a él.

—¿Cómo está?—preguntó el chico y aunque sus ojos azules estaban llenos de preocupación e incluso arrepentimiento, Enzo no logró sentir ni una pizca de simpatía por él. 

Enzo se encargó de decirle a los paramédicos que Sebastián había sido el responsable del incidente de Alana, ellos le habían dicho que después de inyectarle el tranquilizante lo llevarían a la procuraduría, sin embargo, por alguna razón el chico estaba parado ahí, frente a él,  afuera del hospital y a un par de pisos abajo que Alana, Enzo no se dio cuenta cuándo empezó a apretar los puños hasta que sus manos comenzaron a doler. 

—¿En verdad querés saberlo? Recibió 5 puntadas en la frente y tiene dos costillas fracturas por tu puta culpa—sentía su sangre hervir, sabía que no había punto en conversar con el idiota de Sebastián, pero no podía detenerse a si mismo.

—Lo de la frente fue un accidente, algo se le cayó del closet—dijo Sebastián para después tragar saliva, Enzo soltó una risa falsa. 

—Ah, vale, gracias, eso me tranquiliza un montón—dijo sarcásticamente—. No sé qué mierda hacés aquí, pero no quiero verte cerca de Alana nunca más, ¿me oíste?

—Pagué mi fianza, estoy libre y quiero pedirle una disculpa—dijo Sebastián alzando la barbilla. 

Enzo podría desmayarse del coraje, ¿cómo era posible que lo dejaran ir tan fácilmente? Sentía un repudio ante él y ante la ley, pensaba que al estar en un país de primer mundo las cosas resultarían un poco mejor, pero ya se daba cuenta que no. 

—En verdad estoy arrepentido de lo que hice—carraspeó—. Dile a Alana que le dejo el depa, ya buscaré en dónde quedarme—informó, Enzo rodó los ojos al escuchar el cinismo del comentario, no sabía cómo Alana había estado tanto tiempo a lado de ese hombre, se notaba que no la conocía en lo más mínimo.

—Largáte antes de que le llame a seguridad—advirtió elevando la voz, si antes no había llamado la atención de algunos presentes ahora lo estaba haciendo, pero no podía importarle menos, no permitiría que Sebastián estuviera cerca del radar de ella. 

—Quiero verla, tengo derecho. 

—No tenés derecho de una mierda. 

Finalmente se liberó e hizo lo que tanto tiempo había estado esperando, dejó que su puño se estrellara con la mandíbula de Sebastián, el impacto hizo que el chico cayera de espaldas, respiró por un momento pero entonces la imagen de Alana tirada a un lado de la cama con la mirada llena de miedo le invadió la mente, se subió a arcadas sobre Sebastián y comenzó a estrellar puñetazos  por todo su rostro, Sebastián no puso oposición y Enzo dejó de golpearlo hasta que unos brazos lo apartaron de él. 

—La próxima que te vuelvas a acercar a ella no tendrás la misma suerte—escupió, se liberó de los brazos del hombre que lo había sostenido e ingresó al hospital antes de que algún guardia de seguridad se lo impidiera. 

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—Con cuidado, por favor—dijo Enzo tomándola por los hombros cuando se adentraron al departamento—. Voy a tener que mover los muebles para despejar más el lugar—dijo soltándola para caminar hacia el sillón con la intención de moverlo sabrá Dios  a dónde, pues no quedaba más espacio. 

—Enzo, estoy bien, no me voy a romper por caminar a un lado del sillón—dijo Alana riendo un poco, hace un par de horas la habían dado de alta del hospital, aunque aún se encontrara algo adolorida de la parrilla costal, su cuerpo estaba respondiendo bastante bien a los antiinflamatorios, su ojo también había disminuido significativamente de tamaño, Enzo sólo se le despegaba para ir al baño, y sólo porque ella se lo pedía.

—Bueno, uno nunca sabe—respondió, Alana caminó hacia el sillón y se dejó caer, lo cual provocó que Enzo pusiera cara de horror—. Mi amor, se más cuidadosa, te me vas a fracturar el resto de costillas—dijo él alarmado.

Alana le tomó la mano como respuesta, nunca terminaría de agradecerle por cómo la había estado tratando los últimos días, no sólo la había salvado y le había limpiado las heridas, también la escuchaba cuando necesitaba hablar, le secaba las lágrimas y era un hombro de apoyo, no sólo la estaba ayudando para sanar físicamente, también mentalmente. 

—Lanita—dijo Enzo sentándose de cuclillas sin soltarle la mano—. No sabía cómo decirte, pero aquél día Sebastián fue al hospital—Alana se tensó al escucharlo, buscaba evadir la idea de su ex novio lo más posible, estar dopada en el hospital y la compañía de Enzo era bastante efectivo para hacerlo, así que escuchar su nombre de repente provocó que ella sintiera un tremendo disgusto. 

—¿Entró a la habitación?—preguntó atemorizada, la idea de volver a estar en el mismo lugar que él le ponía los nervios de punta, sintió la bilis subir por su garganta.

—Obvio no, no se lo permití—dijo Enzo—. Dijo un montón de boberías, pero también mencionó que te deja el departamento. 

Alana se quedó en silencio, eso era algo que había esperado antes de terminar con Sebastián, en otras circunstancias eso la hubiera hecho sentir bastante aliviada, pero no le apetecía volver a pisar el suelo de aquél horrible lugar. 

—Te lo digo sólo para que lo sepas, pero no hay manera en la que te dejaré estar sola en lo que te recuperas, ya le avisé a Julio—dijo Enzo acariciando sus dedos, Alana sintió un nudo en la garganta y asintió. 

—No quiero regresar ahí—dijo apretando los ojos, Enzo se sentó a un lado de ella y la abrazó suavemente.

—No tenés por qué, si querés que llame para cancelar la renta o lo que sea sólo tenés que pedirlo—dijo él pasando sus dedos por su cabello.

—La verdad ahorita no quiero pensar qué hacer, sólo sé que quiero estar aquí contigo. 

—Me parece una fantástica idea—dijo él besándole el hombro—. Ahora te tengo que limpiar esa herida de la frente. 

Alana asintió, Enzo le quitó cuidadosamente la gasa que la cubría y le pasó un algodón con alcohol, el chico se había encargado de limpiar cuidadosamente su frente cada que tenía que cambiarle la gasa. 

—¿Puedo ver?—dijo con curiosidad, no se había visto la cara desde aquél día. 

—Ehh, ¿segura?—preguntó Enzo con tono de precaución en su voz, Alana asintió, el chico tomó su celular y abrió la cámara.

Alana se miró el rostro, había una línea de unos 7 centímetros en el lado derecho de su frente, aún tenía los puntos que le habían hecho en el hospital, no se los quitarían hasta dentro de unos días. 

—Bah, luce bastante aburrida, es una lástima que no tenga  forma de rayo o algo así—dijo burlonamente, Enzo soltó un sonido de desaprobación ante la broma, decidió besarlo para calmarlo.

—Hay otra cosa que debo decirte antes de que te enteres por otro medio—dijo Enzo una vez se separaron, Alana lo miró con curiosidad, no quería más sorpresas. 

Enzo volvió a desbloquear el celular y abrió Twitter.

Alana tomó el celular, la red social estaba totalmente colapsada con vídeos e imágenes de Enzo golpeando a Sebastián afuera del hospital. 

—Lana, no soy esa clase de persona, odio la violencia, pero no podía estar un segundo más viéndole la cara, la idea de él haciéndote daño me enferma—explicó mientras Alana deslizaba el dedo por la pantalla, la gente no había tardado mucho en darse cuenta que la persona que Enzo golpeaba era el editor y novio de la escritora Alana Lomelí.

Bueno, ahora ex novio. 

Alana le devolvió el celular. 

—No tenías que hacer eso, de seguro te vas a meter en un montón de problemas—dijo Alana preocupada, no le enojaba para nada que Enzo hubiera golpeado a Sebastián, el chico se lo merecía, pero eso no significaba que quería que la carrera de Enzo se viera en aprietos.

—Me importa un carajo—dijo él elevando los hombros. 

—¿La gente sabe la historia completa?—preguntó ella, no había abierto redes sociales desde entonces. 

—Hay rumores—respondió—. Muchos no están lejos de la verdad. 

—Dios, mis padres seguramente estan preocupadísimos—dijo ella echando la cabeza para atŕas. 

Alana decidió que mañana les hablaría cuando estuviera más tranquila, tenía tanto que explicar. 

Decidieron ir a la cama temprano, Enzo la ayudó a vestirse y cambiar las vendas de sus costillas, siendo totalmente cuidadoso al respecto. 

—Sabes que puedes estar aquí el tiempo que te apetezca, ¿verdad? Mi casa es tu casa—dijo él acariciando su mejilla, Alana giró la cabeza un poco para depositar un beso en su palma.

—No me digas eso, tu cama es muy cómoda—dijo Alana felizmente—. Y tú también, así que no pienso irme pronto—dijo rodeándolo con sus brazos, Enzo rió y hundió su cara en su cuello. 

—Quedáte aquí siempre.

Alana pensó que la idea no sonaba para nada mal.