Dr. Death Defying
CRACK. The door was open.
“Hey guys, how did it-HOLY SHIT. SONYA GET OVER HERE.”
Red. That’s all that Charlotte could see. The bleeding had gotten worse in the car. She had absolutely drenched the backseat of Bailey’s SUV as well as Becky’s shirt and pants. She could taste the copper again. Becky was crying. Sasha was on the phone with Finn. Bailey drove silently.
Compared to the dim car, the light of her home was killing Charlotte’s head. Becky has carried her in, similar to many, many, other situations. Sonya rushed into the living room as soon as she heard Paige yell for her. When she saw Charlotte slumped in Becky’s arms covered in blood and only half conscious it was hard not to panic. She took a deep breath and focused on the fact that Charlotte had been hurt and she had to help.
“Bring her to my room.”
…
Warm. She was warm. She smelled like cinnamon. She quickly decided that cinnamon was her new favorite smell. Every touch from her set her skin aflame and Charlotte decided she didn’t mind the fire. Orange hair and a dopey smile.
They were laying in Charlotte’s bed, covers a mess and hair just as well. Their bodies intertwined perfectly, and Charlotte could feel herself melting as she saw the slow rise and fall of Becky’s chest.
This, Charlotte decided, was what home must feel like.
“So she’s going to be okay?” Charlotte heard the voice loud and clear. It was Becky. Who was she so worried about?
“She should recover fine. She’s got another concussion and I had to stitch up the back of her head. Her ribs are definitely bruised but not broken. Her back seems fine. Luckily, the bleeding from her mouth is just from a cut on her tongue. Presumably, whatever she hit must’ve surprised her and she bit her tongue.”
“Thank you. God, what are we gonna do with this idiot?” That was Sasha. Without a doubt in Charlotte’s cloudy mind.
“I’m so glad she’ll be okay. When I saw her I was just so worried and the drive was way worse when she started screaming.” And there was Bayley’s voice. Screaming? In the car? Who had done that?
Very suddenly Charlotte felt herself being lifted from whatever spot she was in. She heard her friends exchange a few words ending with a “goodnight, we’ll be in the living room”. Just as sudden as she was lifted, Charlotte was carried and set down on the floor. She cracked her eyes open and, after adjusting to the light, she realized she was on the bathroom floor. Becky was right next to the tub, filling a bucket (where did she find a bucket????) with water.
“Hey Crazy,” Becky’s voice was hoarse, like she had just finished crying for hours, “how are ya feelin’?” She had a soft smile on her face that made Charlotte’s heart beat out of her chest.
“Honestly?” Charlotte winced as she spoke. Her head really fucking hurt. She was less light sensitive, but the act of speaking proved to be a challenge. “I could be better.” Becky gave her a dry chuckle and shook her head.
“Well, I’m here ta maybe make ya feel less cruddy.” She killed the water and put the bucket beside her. Finally, Becky crouched down and sat in front of Charlotte, dragging the bucket with her the whole way.
“I’m gonna need ya to take off yer shirt.”
“Huh?”
“No! Not like that! Not that I don’t want ta see ya like that! Jus’ not yet.” Charlotte felt her herself break into a smile as she watched Becky stumble and blush. She was insufferably adorable.
“Do you think you could lift yer arms for me?” Could she? Welp, they were both about to find out. She gingerly lifted her arms, as her body stretched she felt a sharp pain in her ribs, but nonetheless she pushed forward. Charlotte felt the gentle touch of fingers at the hem of her shirt. Slowly and carefully, she watched as Becky lifted her shirt up over her bloodied head. Now Becky wasn’t the only one with rosy cheeks.
“There. The hard part is almost done. I’m gonna need you ta scooch a lil’ closer and turn ‘round.” Charlotte nodded and, as carefully as she could, did as Becky said. As soon as she was facing away from the woman, Charlotte relaxed and leaned into her warm body.
“Good job, babe.” Becky whispered into Charlotte’s ear right before leaving a gentle peck on the blonde’s shoulder.
“I’m gonna clean you up, okay?” Charlotte simply hummed in response. Soon, she felt a warm towel make contact with her shoulder. Becky scrubbed gently, taking caution as she made her way down Charlotte’s body; especially her ribs, which were already a deep purple and swollen. Charlotte had never felt more safe. In the arms of Becky, who was so tender and sweet. Before she knew it, Becky was all done.
Soon after the scrubbing had ceased, Charlotte felt deft fingers combing through her bloodstained hair. How Becky was able to massage her scalp without hurting her, Charlotte had no clue. Becky never ceased to amaze her. Even when she’s washing the blood out of her hair, Becky is the most magnificent person Charlotte has ever known. Charlotte relaxed into the touch as Becky continued to scrub her hair. She was so gentle. She was so kind. She was just so Becky. Soon enough, Becky began rinsing the danger magnet’s hair.
“All done, Char.” Becky, again gave the woman a peck on her shoulder, and then on her neck, and finally on her cheek. Charlotte giggled. Yep, she definitely felt better. She wasn’t sure if it was because of her symbiotic healing or if it was Becky. It was probably Becky.
I can assure you Miss Flair, it is definitely both.
“Now let’s go get ya changed!” And just the same as before, Charlotte was hoisted by one Becky Lynch with ease. She was carried into her room where a big t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants waited for her on the bed. She was gently placed at the edge, but not without a small kiss from Becky.
“I’m gonna help ya, if that’s alright?” Charlotte gave a sheepish nod as she went ahead and unbuttoned her jeans. This was not how she had imagined Becky undressing her. At all. Very slowly, Becky shimmied the jeans down Charlotte’s long legs.
You wish this was in another situation, Charlotte?
Duh! But I don’t think now is the time, Queenie.
To each their own, I suppose. The Man and I wasted no time.
I’m sorry, are you insinuating that you slept with Becky’s symbiote?
I am insinuating nothing. I am saying that it is a fact that my friend and I engaged in intercourse.
How does that even-You know what? I don’t wanna know.
“Char?” Becky had that worried look on her face again. Hey, wait, when had Charlotte’s clothes been put on?
“Oh, I’m okay. Queenie and I were having a conversation, I’m sorry.”
“Ah, I understand. Hearing the voice in yer head is a bit jarrin’ to say the least.”
How did she..? You know what I’m not even going to ask. Charlotte’s head hurt and she was tired. She needed rest. That seemed to always be what she needed. To relax.
“I’m gonna have to wake ya up every hour or so to make sure yer okay. I hope you don’t mind too much.” Charlotte just smiled and adjusted herself in bed. Becky climbed in too, carefully scooting behind her. She wrapped her arms around Charlotte.
Cinnamon. Charlotte grinned and felt herself instantly relax into the touch.
This is what home feels like. And with that Charlotte drifted off into a comfortable sleep.