#ts5

Maybe or maybe not the second part of this

*quickly made-up backstory just for fun*

The escape wasn’t easy—at the last second, they managed to jump over some sticking-up roots and hide behind a tree. Buzz almost immediately peeked back out, wanting to make sure no one had seen them. He flinched when he heard a soft thud behind him. Woody had dropped to his knees, pressing a hand to his stomach.

“Woody!” Buzz ran right over to him and knelt down, covering Woody’s hand with his own. “Are you hurt? In pain?”

“No, no… I just got dizzy,” Woody said, breathing heavily and—despite his own words—wincing from the discomfort.

Buzz looked up, feeling the panic building inside him: the car was about to leave any second. They couldn’t waste time.

“We have to go,” Buzz said quietly.

Woody nodded. He also knew they couldn’t afford to wait around. Buzz felt terrible—Woody was in pain and in danger, and right now, there was nothing he could do to fix it.

“Here, I’ll help you,” Buzz said, taking cowboy’s hand while still holding him by the waist.

Woody let out a pained sound as they moved.

“Everything is going to be okay,” Buzz stammered, not really sure if he was comforting himself or his partner more.

“As soon as we get home, I’ll make you the coziest bed in the whole world, and you can sleep in it for as long as you want!” Buzz promised, saying the first thing that came to mind just to take both their minds off things.

“Oh?” Woody gave a weak smirk. “Won’t I get bored?”

“I’ll be right there the whole time—reading to you, entertaining you with stories, I could even… dance for you, if you want,” Buzz cleared his throat awkwardly. “I’ll ask Trixie to tell you all the gossip, and Slinky can come over and play checkers with you.”

“Wow, premium service,” said Woody with a soft loving smile.