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The fluorescent lights cast a harsh shadow over Billy’s small, battered form. The metal cuffs that tethered him to his bed were biting into his wrist, bruising his skin from how tightly they’d been locked in. His shattered ribs stopped him from resting peacefully, each shallow breath rattling new aches and pains around his body and he could do nothing but lay there and feel it. He squinted through the tears brought forth from the gnarled skin on his face, vision blurry but with a few blinks he figured out who exactly was in the doorway. “Well, well…if it isn’t Deputy Dewey.” He snarled despite pain being evident in every word. “Come to babysit the big bad wolf, huh?” He let out a harsh, barking laugh but it quickly turned to a wince as the movement pulled at his cuts, a fresh tear slipping down his cheek. “Stupid, bumbling Dewey. Always one step behind. And now what? You’re my jailer?” His red, stinging eyes burnt with defiance, but there was an underlying fear that was evident if you took a moment to look. “Get out of here.” He growled. “I don’t need you staring at me like I’m some…some little monster.” His words were sharp, but, his voice wavered, a faint tremor betraying the fear beneath his bravado.

The hospital room was a cold and sterile prison, the steady beeping from the monitor almost mocking in its constant rhythm against Billy’s ragged breaths. His face was a mangled mess of cuts, scrapes and gashes that throbbed from ear to ear with every blink, forcing him to squint just to try and see anything at all past the tears of his own agonies. He was trapped and broken, seething with a rage that barely masked the frightened teenager trembling beneath. A low growl escaped him as he squinted through the tears, vision blurry but eventually clearing enough to recognise Christina. His bloodied lips curled into a snarl, his body tensing against the restraints. “What the hell are you doing here?” he spat, voice a battle between venom and pain. “Get out!” he barked, voice cracking as he lunged forward only to be jerked back by the handcuffs with a sharp clank, his body trembling with the pain of the effort. A sharp jolt shot through his ribs, making him gasp and bare his teeth. “I don’t need your pity, Christina. I don’t need you! You think you can just…just show up now? After everything?” His voice broke on the last words, a flicker of raw fear before he buried it under another grumble of pain, his hands clenched into fists. “Go away. Go back to hating me from a distance. I dont…I dont want you here.” His words were sharp, but his voice wavered. He didn’t want her to see him like this; broken and so very small.

The hospital room reeked of antiseptic, a sterile cage that did nothing to calm the feral fear Billy had of hospitals. He lay handcuffed to the bed, the metal biting into his wrists, his face a mess of jagged cuts and gashes that went across his nose and cheeks and burnt with every squint, forcing him to view the world through a watery haze of pain. As the door opened, Billy’s head snapped up. His vision was blurry with tears at first, but, as he finally made clear it was Parker, something shifted. His usual snarl faltered and his bloody lips twitched into a desperate grin as he slumped back against the pillow. “Parker…” His voice was raw, but there was a flicker of something calculated in his teary gaze. “You came. I knew you would.” He forced a weak cough, wincing dramatically as the movement pulled at his cuts. “They…They did this to me.” His voice trembled, “Elaine…she…she attacked me. I didn’t mean for it to happen…Not this bad. You get that, right? You said…You said you understood me.” His breathing hitched and a tear slipped down his cheek. “I don’t want to be here…They’re going to take me away. You…You won’t let them, right?”

"You ever get that itch…Like something's creeping up you can't see?" Fiver fidgeted with the frayed cuff of his jacket, eyes darting to the shadows past the nearest streetlamp. He'd been stood at the bus stop long enough that he really should have gotten the message that the bus wasn't coming anytime soon. "I'd wait somewhere else if I were you. This spot's…wrong…tonight."

"Well ain't this a peach? Storm's howling, roof's leaking, and I'm holed up with you." FP shook his head, what a time for his motorbike to break down. He'd managed to limp it into this rundown warehouse, but, with the weather and lack of cell service, it seemed he was stuck here for now. "If I didn't know better, I'd say fate's got a damn sick sense of humour."

"Fancy running into you here." Billy smirked, taking a seat in the rundown diner. It was early, the sun was yet to come up. But, he'd been wandering the streets late at night and needed somewhere to shake off the chill that was clinging to him. "What's with the look in your eye? Relax, it's just tea." His brow furrowed. "You don't think I've got some kind of trick up my sleeve, do you?"

“The only people I’ve seen that have been trying to hurt us are out there on the road. And they look a lot like you and me.” (Billy & Christina)

"As if anybody would want to hurt you." He scoffed. Billy didn't believe Christina was important enough to anybody to have any kind of bounty on her head. But, it was a fun thought. "Why don't we go for a drive, huh? Clear the air between us." He smiled to himself, taking a moment to figure out the layout of the car he'd 'borrowed'. "Think of it like a transformation. We get in here one way, and leave another. Worst that can happen is it never happens again, right?"

“We’re not sharing the chocolate.” (Jake & Emily)

"Come on, now. Don't be like that." Jake smirked, looking up at her through a few rogue strands of hair that had fallen in front of his eyes. "Wasn't that long ago you probably would have beat me up for something like this. I'd probably have let you, too." He snapped off a couple of squares of the chocolate, wrapped them up in the foil and set them in front of her. "I shared my rations with you, I may as well share the good stuff too. Seems fair. Don't be a stick in the mud about it, I know you want some, I can see it in your eyes."