(I struggled so hard to get a chapter written (life is beating my ass right now) but it is here!)
When Sidekick woke up, the first thing that he felt was confusion.
He couldnāt see much in the darkness, but he feltā¦something, around his leg, and things felt different and smelled different and sounded different and-
The memories of the day before hit him like a pallet of bricks.
His stomach turns at the thought of Hero, oh god, what was he going to do?
Sitting up, he braces for the pain, but itāsā¦not bad. Not as bad as it should be. Whatever she had given him must have been good, because he really wasnāt feeling much at all.
Pain, fear, all were muted and dull, there but not at the forefront.
He swings his broken leg down out of bed, trying to be as quiet as possible while straining his ears to see if he could hear Villain or Assistant.
He tests his weight on his good leg, and stands. Villain had said not to walk on the cast but it seemed fine and it wasnāt like they were actually going to give him crutches.
He steps carefully over to the door, and presses his ear against it.
Muffled voices, Assistant and Villain, but no distinct words.
He sighs, pushing his hair back out of his face and looks at the door.
It just looked like a regular door, like the regular kitchen. He knew it would be locked but still, he tried the handle anyway.
His heart leapt into his throat as he carefully eased the door open less than a crack. It opened outwards, and he didnāt know where Assistant or Villain were, for all he knew they could be watching the door like hawks.
But it was open a sliver, and now he could vaguely hear them.
āKilling Hero isnāt just going to be a walk in the park, itās a lot more complicated than that. What about Lover?ā
Sick was all he felt, like the whole world was tumbling out from under him. Without Hero and Lover, where would he go? They were all the family he had now, and to hear Assistant talking about killing them like it was just an errand to run made his blood cold.
āWe would have to figure out her first, see where she stands. But after that, Hero wonāt be easy but he wonāt have Sidekick as a human shield either.ā
They were going to pick Lover off first, then Hero. He wasnāt there to protect him, they did this on purpose!
All warmth that he had formed towards Villain had dissipated, replaced only by rage. He eased the door open further, looking for a phone, a knife, a door, any way out or way to warn Hero or Lover.
āAnd that still leaves Sidekickā¦ What happens to him?ā
He paused, listening again.
Villain seemed to pause, and he heard a sigh before anything else. āI donāt know yet. For now, heāll stay here, and weāll play it as we get more information. All I know for now is that Iām not going to let that bastard that pretends to be a hero lay another finger on him, through whatever means necessary. Heāll be here and heāll be safe.ā
Villain wasā¦protecting him? From Hero?
Now, he wished he had just stayed in bed. Confusion replaced rage and left him unsteady.
He had been leaning on the door for support, but it too gave way, slamming open with a bang and leaving him to fall hard.
He was caught and he knew it. He couldnāt even get up, all he could do was lay in a graceless heap as running feet approached.
Both Villain and his emotions caught up to him far too quickly, and he found himself sobbing weakly against the cold floor, cringing away from Villains helping hand.
āI just want to go homeā¦ Please just let me go homeā¦ā
He couldnāt hear what Villain said as he helped him up, only that it wasnāt scolding.
āI want to go homeā¦pleaseā¦I want to go homeā¦ā
But Villain just guided him back to bed, and Assistant appeared beside him with a capped needle.
He didnāt resist when she positioned his arm and administered whatever was in the syringe. It didnāt matter anyway.
He was stuck here, and he was useless, and they were going to kill Hero to protect him. And he hated himself for the sliver of him that liked that idea.
The last thing he saw before drifting off again was Assistant picking the blanket up off the floor and draping it over him again while Villain helped prop his leg up on the abandoned pillow.
Damn them. Damn them both.
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