her.
“yea, well, you’re fucking lucky he didn’t repay you for that bullet you gave him a while back.”
he’s back at her side, kneeling at the edge of the bed, looking her over with all too gentle eyes as she bleeds.
fuck, he’s gonna need new sheets.
ignoring her groans for the time being, mikey sets benny down on his bed, letting her sink into the old plush mattress while he goes to grab a stimpak, some antiseptic and gauze.
she needs cleaned up, especially that gash that’s left a stain on his own shirt from carrying —
being nosy over his room, though she’s sure it’ll come when she’s come around a bit.
“yeah, well, he was lucky his broads pregnant, or else this woulda’ been a different story.”
true, for the record. there’s no way in hell she’d have given up so easily.
failing to even lift his head more than an inch before falling back against her thighs offered as a cushion.
“my head … fucking hurts.” he mumbles. he’ll need her help to stand, to hobble back into the wrangler to get fixed up. he has plenty of stimpaks and meds in his suite.
it takes him a minute for the blinding stars in his eyes to clear, slowly blinking them away, revealing the woman who has him cradled so gently in her lap. her fingers rubbing against his temples help in grounding himself, getting out of his foggy state.
he tries to sit up —
waits, her thumbs absentmindedly running over mikey’s temples in a futile attempt to soothe or ground him.
“s’okay, as soon as you’re ready we’ll get you inside, yeah? i’m not going anywhere.”
@RadiumRuler2058@wastesweetie woah, man .ᐟ
( he struggles against him for a second. )
didn’t mean it like that — you just, you know, got hair and …
really, i don’t have anything against ghouls .ᐟ