Bad Things Happen Bingo 2.0Â #5
Whumpee: Villainâs Sidekick (a good bean)
Whumper: Hero, I guess?? (a not so good bean)
Caretaker: Villain (a precious bean - Iâm in one of those moods, donât question it)
Villain tried with all their might to lift the massive beam off their Sidekickâs leg. They tried not to listen to Sidekickâs ragged scream and rushed breathing, to the pain in their back at lifting something so heavy. They pretended Sidekickâs blood wasnât all over their hands and making the grip slippy. They couldnât let go, they just couldnât!
âMove!â Villain managed, barely able to breathe with the strain they were holding up.
Sidekick tried to drag themselves back, but the pain it brought to their leg was overwhelming. They werenât able to drag themselves all the way out.
âMove!â they bellowed again, through clenched teeth. They felt like theyâd shatter.
Hero had finally caught up to them both. They asked no questions, they just grabbed Sidekick under the arms and pulled them to safety.
Villain dropped the beam and collapsed with it, barely able to lift their arms or their head. It took a minute for them to muster the strength to struggle over to Sidekick, scooping them up in their over-exerted arms. Sidekick clung to their shirt in a bid to control the pain.
âThis time, itâs over [Villain],â Hero said, their chest rising and falling deeply. Villain looked up to see Hero bringing their hand up to their earpiece. âBring them in, theyâre secure-â
â[Hero], no. Please, at least let me get [Sidekick] out of here. Iâm willing to go quietly, but please, not them. Let me help them.â
Hero kept their stony expression. Their hand stayed up by their head. âCall an ambulance, [Villainâs Sidekick] has broken their leg.â
âNo!â Villain snapped, âThey need my help. Your hospitals arenât good enough!â
Hero drew their weapon, bracing for Villain to rush to their feet. They didnât. They pulled Sidekick a little closer. Hero said âIâm sure our hospitals are better than any chop shop you have in a back alley. You donât get a say in this, [Villain]. Now get up and back away from them with your hands in the air.â
âRun,â Sidekick whimpered.
Villain looked down at them, and then up to Hero. âIâm not moving.â
Hero stormed toward them and Villain quickly but carefully got to their feet. Their fight was short-lived. Villain was still in too much pain and Hero didnât pull their punches. Villain lost their footing and fell on their knee. Hero pounced, grabbing their arm and twisting it behind their back. Villain cried out as Hero held them in place. âNo!â
Sirens sounded getting closer. Sidekick couldnât get up from the ground. âRun!â they begged, âfight!â
âTheyâre not moving,â Hero remarked cooly. âYouâve both had this coming for a long time.â
Police cars arrived first, getting control of the area and the two criminals. Villain felt an agonising jolt of pain shoot up their shoulder as they tried to fight to throw themselves forward to protect Sidekick and they cried out. Hero drove them down to the floor. Sidekickâs breathing was getting faster. Panic was setting in.
âYouâre going to be alright,â Villain said to them, but neither of them had the confidence to really believe it.
An ambulance pulled in, and Sidekick shrieked with fear. They tried to crawl away, but there was nowhere to go âNo! No, I. I donât want to go in. Please, no!â The police had a firm grip until the medics were able to move over and deal with Sidekickâs broken leg. Sidekick fought with everything they had.
Villain could see things were starting to spiral. âLet me go to them, please,â Villain begged. Hero didnât even acknowledge them.
â[Sidekick], youâre going to be okay,â they called out with more passion. âItâs going to be alright. No matter what, Iâll find you. I swear Iâm not going to leave you for a minute longer than Iâm forced to. Breathe, [Sidekick, please try to take deep breaths.â
Sidekick was lifted onto a stretcher just as two armed officers took over from Hero, forcing them into the back of the police van.
âIâm not going to leave you,â Villain promised just before the doors were slammed shut.
â[Villain]!â Sidekick screamed, breaking down into weak sobs.
Sidekick couldnât breathe. No more bright lights and needles. Villain had promised there would be no more doctors and lab coats and no more tests and people enjoying seeing their pain. When Villain had rescued them from that research centre, Villain had sworn to protect them. Hero had come between them and that oath.
Sidekick was handcuffed to the railings on either side of the bed. There was little the medics would be able to do until they got them back to the hospital. Hero had decided to get in the ambulance with them, curious about what the fuss was about. Besides, there was every chance of a rescue mission. They sat in the seat along from the bed and watched Sidekickâs gradual downward spiral.
The very mention of a sedative had turned Sidekick into a panicking sobbing mess. They went limp and perfectly yellow, trembling and trying to curl up with the very limited movement they had left. That only seemed to make things worse for them.
âPlease let me go,â Sidekick whimpered. âPlease, donât take me back. Donât let them take me back!â
Hero wasnât sure how they were meant to respond. Sidekick mewled, hitting their head off the bed they lay on. âEnough of that,â Hero snapped. âRelax already. The only place youâll be going is prison once this is in a cast. Where the hell do you think weâre taking you?â
Sidekick shuddered and went quiet. They werenât going to get an answer. It just made them all the more curious. Just what had Sidekick gone through that had made them so afraid? That made Villain so protective?
They were determined to find out.
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