#hirickbyerick

Scary. 

That was the first word that popped into Rabbit’s head as he entered limbo. This place was scary... 

Despite there being so many people around, it was as quiet as if he was all alone. His footsteps echoed through the place, and the lack of colours compared to the Sanctuary was depressing...

But this wasn’t a bad place. This was the place where he hoped to finally see him again. 

He was ashamed that he couldn’t have been more useful... That he was weak and incapable, that he never found him... 

He was certain that Nines didn’t like him anymore. Why would he? He was such a failure after all.

Still, he wanted to see him. Still, he had replied ‘Yes’, when asked if he wanted to meet him.

"Well don’t you look like shit.”

It was raining; Mortimer’s eyes were zeroed in on the downed man before him. There was something very obviously wrong with him...not to mention his hair seemed to be haphazardly shaved down to his skull. 

Seeing the crashed ship of D-99 was definitely something he hadn’t expected to see on his walk around the planet. There was a hospital nearby, although he felt like there was SOMETHING about that wound in his side that made Mortimer uncomfortable. Closing his umbrella, Mortimer tucked it away to jog towards the crashed ship, ripping the damaged door open to grab at the man inside. 

Unconscious.

Lifting his arm, Mortimer peers at the wound; the veins near the top layer of flesh were dark and pulsing. Radiation poisoning? Hnn. Shifting his grip on the SEAL Rick, Mortimer uses every bit of strength to pull the man from his ship. Leaving it behind for now, Mortimer drags D-99 away from the destroyed mass and off into the direction of his current home.

It’s a little difficult to get the door open, but when he does, Mortimer deposits D-99 on the only bed in the room and begins to scavenge through the drawer of medical supplies he’d bought from Saint Gloopy Noops Hospital awhile back....there. He plucks a syringe from the top-most drawer, moving back over to D-99 and tilting D-99′s head to the side to press the thin needle into his neck.

That’ll counteract the irradiation poisoning. 

Just the bullet left. 

Tossing the needle into the bin, Mortimer grabs for a knife, cutting away part of his uniform to be able to REACH the damn wound a lot easier. He takes his time grabbing tweezers and working the bullet out of him. With that done, he dumps a good amount of Bactine over the wound and seals it up with a bandage or two. Done. Sitting back, Mortimer crosses his leg over the other and waits.

“Too edgy for me.” 

John deadpans, staring at the S.E.A.L Ricks Team member for a few long and cold seconds before he curls his fist around his late wife’s delicate bracelet, placing it in the inner breast-pocket of his suit jacket.

His hand lingers where the jewelry is for a little too long.

This had to be it...

Rabbit had spent a long time trying to track down this.... Rick-D99 person. When Jay first mentioned him, he didn’t even know what it was all about. Who was this? Why would this person be after him? He just never got a straight answer. And when someone did try to explain, it just didn’t add up.

He guessed it was because he just wasn’t the right person to know... That’s usually how it was. But he believed that he deserved to now. This was about Jay’s safety... One of the most important people in his life. 

The one he loved. 

He had to keep Jay safe. He couldn’t stand seeing him so paranoid and frightened every day, scared that someone would break into his home to try and kill him... 

Maybe... 

Maybe D99 would stop, if he just talked to someone? If just... he saw things a different way? Their way? Had they ever tried to do so... 

Well, he had to try.

So there he stood in a hall way outside the door, taking a deep breath, before going inside.

"You ever seen The Lion King?"

Rabbit had inserted an old casette tape into the VHS he had brought along, which was hooked up to the projector TV he had taken with him to sector 12 some time ago. He could have downloaded the movie, or just brought a DVD... but he already had a VHS casette?? So what if it was old... 90's aesthetic.