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A Trade- Chapter 2

It's not quite the fun part, but enjoy this snippet! I'm in the midst of Chapter 3 right now. Many thanks to @shydragonrider for having me continue this! ///

That day had changed their lives, all of them. Immediately after getting to base, Medic had run straight for the medbay, not looking back for even a moment. Villain hadn’t moved for the whole ride, and neither did he Medic sprinting with him cradled in his arms. 

Despite his training, Medic would never forget the amount of bloody water, diluted by alcohol, pooled on the table. The smell of rotting skin and dirt and blood. The deadly silence despite the way Villain’s fingers twitched unconsciously, pain invading his mind even in sleep. 

It had taken him four days to regain consciousness. Four days of Medic passing in and out of sleep, waking up every hour to check on him and ensure he drank a few sips of water. But on the fourth day, he resisted. Weakly, he wrenched his head away from the glass, a groan in the back of his throat.

That was the start of months of recovery. For Villain. For Medic. For Leader. For all of them.

Over time, of course, Villain made bits of progress. When he’d awoken, he’d flinched away from anyone that came near, struggling until he was bunched up in a corner of the bed. Refused to eat anything for days, until hunger forced him to accept the food. 

Six months had given him time to adjust, though. Slowly, he’d come to accept that the heroes did not hold grudges for the past. That they wouldn’t hurt him. That they truly wanted to help him. 

Meanwhile, though, trouble was boiling. Not for Villain. Not for the heroes.

Someone else.