For the bad things happen bingo and the "taking the blame" prompt maybe an scenario where Brett declares to Reagan but there is an accident and he sacrifices himself for her to save her. Reagan is confused by the declaration and blames herself for what happened to him, after in the hospital they talk.
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Brett shot up with a gasp, scrambling away. He had a horrible dream. There was blood, a big sharp weapon, screaming and… He took a deep breath, trying to calm down. Use the breathing technique that his therapist told him to use. He repeated until he felt calm, an urge to hold himself except.. Why couldn’t he feel his arms? He looked down, his eyes widening in terror
WHAT HAPPENED TO HIS ARMS?! WHY WERE THEY GONE?! WHY WAS THERE ARE BANDAGES ON HIS SHOULDER?! WHY WAS THERE BLOOD?!
The panic came back and Brett felt like he was dying. Faintly, he could hear the door opened and someone rushing toward him
"Brett! You're going to reopen the stitches!" Andre was in front of him, trying to snap him out of it. Though his voice didn't seem to reach, the doctor grabbed a cup and threw it onto him. Somehow he make him come to his sense but Brett was still shaking
“What.. what happened?” Brett asked. “Where are my arms?”
“Do you remember the Reptoid party we had to go to?” Andre asked.
“Remember how Reagan screwed up and ripped the main guy’s arms.”
That sentence was what made him remember what had happen. He froze, just thinking about it..
The Reptiods had shoved them inside the police car and they began driving back to Yale.
“So why are they mad at you?" Brett whispered
"You weren't there for the speech so JR sent me to do it. You know about my hug problem so I made some robo-arms to do it. I ended up ripping the Senator’s arms off
Oh. Oh this was his fault. Why did he go with his Frat Bros? Should he even call them that? They shoved him in a vent earlier.. But Reagan is in huge trouble because of him.
They pulled up to the courtroom and Brett wanted to stay close to Reagan. Who knows what the Reptiods would do to her. But one of the security guard told him to find his clothes. He didn't know where they were and he was given a blanket to wear and brought to a courtroom.
The punishment was Reagan losing her arms and the thought made Brett throw up,. Brett was trying to think how he could help her. His name was called up and he got up slowly, and sat beside Court Judy. It felt like everyone was staring at him as he tried to come up with something to say. He looked at Reagan. She was in trouble because of him. He was supposed to give the speech.. Wait, that could do it.
“It is my fault that Reagan’s robot arms pulled the Senator’s arms off.” Brett said. Some people gasp and Reagan was shaking her head, although he continued.
“I was supposed to give the speech tonight. But I got caught up in a situation and asked Reagan to do it.”
“Well how do we know you were supposed to give the speech?” Judge Judy asked. He could feel himself blushing thinking about why his clothes were in another room but he tells them. A Reptoid goes and quickly returns, holding the cards he was going to use.
“Okay. So she gave the speech. How does that involve her using the robot-arms?” The Judge asked. She was staring at him hard and he gulped.
“Reagan never was hugged. So, I gave her the Robot-arms to help with it. I didn’t think they would cause that to happen so.. I’m sorry for that.”
Reagan stood up but Gigi and JR quickly sat her down. Judge Judy stayed quiet for a few minutes before slamming her mallet.
“Brett Hand, I see you are guilty of the involvement of harming our Senator. Reagan Ridley, you should reconsider using tech to help out with your relationship. Brett Hand, I sentence you to get your arms cut off.”
Brett’s eyes widen but he shakey nods and lets the two big Reptiod grab him. They move quickly, dragging him to a hallway. He was thinking about what he was going to tell his family, how he was going to work. As they walk, something hits one of the security guard's heads. They hissed before another object hit them and they fell onto the ground. The other quickly lets go, facing the intruder's direction before being smacked straight into the face, knocked out cold. Brett turned around, Reagan was running toward him
“Brett! Come on! We’re getting out of here!” Reagan yelled, grabbing his arms. Although Brett quickly backed away, shaking his head.
“Reagan. It’s okay. Cognito needs you. You can’t help with no arms.” Brett said.
“No! You’re not losing your arms becoming of this shitty situation I put myself in! Who cares about the Reptoid! I need you!” Reagan yelled back. Her face was full of emotions. It looked like she was holding them. Brett smiled sadly, putting a hand on his face.
“I know. But I’ll be okay. And.. I know this is a bad place to say it but..if I don’t make this out alive, I love you.” Reagan looked taken back at the sudden words but two lizard guards quickly came up and grabbed her, another pair grabbing Brett and dragging him into a room.
“Brett! No! You son of a bitches! LET HIM GO!!!” Reagan cried.
Brett was strapped down quickly to a metal table. Two Reptoids were in the room, wearing scrubs. A loud noise, like a chainsaw, rushed through his ear. Brett looked over and saw a sharp object spinning rapidly. His heart begins pounding and sweat rolls his face as it comes closer.
“Wait! Please! No! No! NO!” Nothing to put him to sleep?! He was going through his awake?! It felt like he was in a Horror movie. They ignore his cries.
The object hits his arm, pain shoots through his whole body as it is drilled into his bones. Brett screams in pain and terror, tears springing from his eyes and blood hitting his face.
“So after being let out, Reagan forced us to wait for you and then you threw out the door. Glenn was covered in blood, and we brought to Cognito’s hospital! Now you’re an amputee!” Andre said.
“Oh my God.. can’t you give me new arms or something?!” Brett stuttered, staring at his bandages. Andre shakes his head.
“It’s complicated. We gotta connect all these veins up, your arms might die again if we do it. JR would kill us if we use limbs for something not important.”
Now came the question he was dreading.
Andre shrugged. “Don’t know.. She locked herself in her lab as soon as we came back.”
“And no one helped her?!”
“Brett, this is Reagan. You leave her alone when she’s pissed.”
Brett frowned and quickly remembered what he said to her. He thought he was going to die and oh shit. He just confessed how he felt to her because he was scared he wasn’t coming back alive. And... he made things awkward. He couldn’t keep avoiding her now that he was alive
“Please, Andre. Tell her I want to talk.” Brett plead
“Woah man. Not me. But.. I could get someone to do..” Andre quickly brought his phone out and walked out of the room, leaving Brett alone.
It felt eerie being by himself, especially with medic supplies. He took a quick glance at his side, the empty and bloody sight of what was left made him sick.
Reagan knew her breathing was too quick but she didn’t know how to stop it. She rubbed her arm across her face, drying the tears rolling down her face but she knew more were coming as the water formed in her eyes.
She had been in her lab for three days. No one had attempted to reach out to her and she was fine with that. It gave her more time to reconstruct something for Brett. Screw his big dumb heart.. Why would he do that for her? She wasn’t worth being saved.. and.. she thought about his confession a lot, making her heart ache. She wasn’t worth being loved. Why he would sacrifice himself for her, she didn’t know why he thought it was worth it
The banging on her door made her growl and she slammed her fist against the control panel
“Brett awake.” Gigi said, unfazed. “He wants you.”
Brett was alive. Brett was awake. She stopped working after hearing those words. With a heavy breath, she responded.
“Tell him I don’t wanna see him.”
“Girl, he wants to see you. Do you think avoiding him is going to solve all your problems?”
Reagan didn’t respond to that. Thinking about it, Gigi was right. She couldn’t avoid him forever. After all, JR made him Co-Lead and he needed an answer for her thoughts . She looked at one of her metal plates, and saw her face looked horrible . She wiped her face quickly and opened the door. Gigi was on her phone and while it looked like she was about to say something, Reagan walked quickly away from her. She ignored everyone as she made her way to the infirmary
Andre was outside a room, and smiled at her.
“Here to see Brett. He just wanted you in the room. Are you guys like.. have sex and-“
“Shut it, Andre.” Reagan said.
“Alright. Alright. I’ll leave you two alone. But if they’re sex, I’m hearing all about it.”
Reagan growled as he left but she suddenly felt afraid alone. What was she going to say? She knew she couldn’t avoid Brett, especially with how she felt about her confession. She took another deep breath, holding back the rush of emotions and opened the door
Brett had laid down, staring at the ceiling and heard the door open. He tried to sit up, or well attempted to. Without arms, it was a struggle and Reagan came in front of him, without him noticing. And once he did, he blushed.
“Hey Reagan. Uh, how was work while I was gone?” Brett asked.
She didn’t respond although he saw her clench her hands into fist. Was she mad at him?
“I’m sorry if the Reptoid meeting went wrong. Sorry I screwed it up.”
“Are you kidding me?” Reagan mumbled after a moment. “Why are you apologizing?”
“I screwed up..?” Brett's response.
“Screwed up?! I’m one who fucked up!” Reagan exclaimed. “I..... you lost your arms for no reason…”
“Dad came in with Bear-O just as I was dragged back into the courtroom. It was some stupid robot bear that he used to care for him as a kid. He hugged me and.. I remember why I hate hugs. That robot that Dad made.. messed me up. The judge let me go after I made my dad go up and confess what he did.. but.. it was too late for you. You’re armless now..”
“Oh..It’s okay.” Brett didn’t know how to respond to that. Reagan shudder as she tried to keep it together and stared at him
“You mean.. the confession..”
She nodded. “What makes you think I’m good enough to love because I would be a horrible girlfriend.”
If Brett wasn’t connected to a bunch of wires and could sit up , he would have moved closer to her. If he had his arms, maybe he would have grabbed her hand or something to comfort her. But the best he could do is looks back and smiles sadly
“I’m not that important to Reagan. The company needs you. I do nothing for the company. It’s fine if I don’t make it”
“No. Don’t say that.” Reagan approached the bed, and to the surprises of both of them , her hands cupped his face. Reagan never liked getting this intimate but something in her, maybe the feelings for him, made her do this. Brett was surprised as just days ago, he was punched for trying to hug her.
“I don’t care what anyone else says. But I love you. If you really think you’re not important, you’re fucking wrong.” She felt a tear run down her face and shook her head. “You’re worth more than this stupid company. You deserve someone that isn’t me”
What is that really how she thought? Brett frowned and brought his head to hers, closing his eyes.
“Because you deserve to be loved. I love everything about you. Your smarts and you are pretty. Don’t say that about yourself. Please. I love you so much ”
Reagan held back a sob but she smiled at the answer. She knew Brett would have answered like that and was ready to argue back but.. she didn’t want to. He did love her.. for a reason. Even if she didn’t understand the reason, she didn’t want to fight back. Brett loved her despite how much she told herself that he wouldn’t and how bad the circumstances were.
She did something risky and killed his cheek, and Brett just giggles and sighs constantly. She was fine with that, as long as he’s happy
Brett was released after days of being inside. Where his arms were joint, there were now just two very large scars left. It was very hard doing things without arms or hands.
The Gang made fun of him but a glare from Reagan made them stop. After a meeting, she made him come to her lab. It was dimly lit and she approached something under a sheet.
“I know my robo-arms made you lose your arms but..” She threw it off, a new set of robot-arms were on a mannequin. Brett looked surprised as she took it off and walked behind him. “I think these will help you. They’re waterproof and now, it’s almost like nothing happened.”
Brett felt something put on him and looked down at the robot-arms. He flecked them forward and back. They worked like his old arms. He reached for Reagan’s cheek, smiling and kissing it.
“I've wanted to do that ever since the hospital visit.”
“Really? Aw.” Reagan smirked and kissed him on the mouth. Brett returned it, wrapping his new arms around her.
It was a great feeling and he couldn’t be happier
