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2B wheezed as the air was knocked out of him, the mag rearing it's head back as it let out a scream and knocking Deimos back into a wall, he grunted and his body bent forward, unconscious.
Sanford looked over in panic, his mouth moved but 2B couldn't hear anything coming from his mouth, all he heard was the heavy panting breaths and grunts from the mag as it swung wildly, grabbing anything it could get its large hands on and crushing it in one swift movement.
2B scrambled to his feet, still dazed and his head spun, patting his sides for his gun and he brought it up, fixing his gun for it's singular eye poking out from behind it's mask he pulled the trigger.
A pained yell followed from Sanford, his trusty hook lodged in the mags face and a bullet hole in his shoulder.
'Oh god.' 2B silently cursed himself, he opened his mouth to yell and apologize, but nothing came out other than a pathetic wheeze.
Sanford looked up at him, pain and confusion evident on his expression, but it was quickly replaced with panic as a giant clawed hand smashed down onto Sanford's head.
2B felt like everything froze, his stomach dropped and he staggered back as the hand lifted, only leaving the battered and horribly disfigured remains of Sanford.
"Oh god oh god oh god" 2B shook and looked into the eye of the mag, piercing yellow and full of rage, it stepped forward and drew it's fist back, eye's trained on him.
2B backed up against the wall, and before he could process what was happening, the fist of the mag was coming at him, and everything hurt, but only for a moment.
And he woke up.
2B threw his blanket off, sweating bullets and gasping for air, his lungs burned and his head was pounding.
"Not again. God damnit..." 2B breathed out, rubbing his face with his hands.
"It was just an accident, he forgave you multiple times already. Sanford is fine, he's alive and well..."
2B sighed and another wheeze followed, his chest and throat burned as he did.
2B slowly sat up, throwing his legs over the side of the bed he slowly got up and trudged out of his room and into the area they called a living room.
Deimos and Sanford were on the couch, sprawled out across each other, bandages tightly wrapped around the area were 2B had accidentally shot him in the shoulder.
"He's fine... Go to bed..." 2B mumbled to himself, he turned to go back down the hallway but ran head first into someone.
2B panicked, bringing a fist up ready to beat the shit out of whoever made their way into his house, but he slowly put it down.
"Hank, you ass. What did I tell you about sneaking up on me?" 2B whisper yelled at him.
Hank stared down at 2B for a moment.
"You're wheezing." Hank signed.
"I'm aware. Don't worry about it, it'll go away on it's own." 2B said.
Hank reached into one of his pockets and threw something at 2B, having to suppress a chuckle as 2B scrambled to catch it.
"... An inhaler?" 2B looked up at Hank. "Why are you carrying this thing around?"
"For you dumbass, you're the only one here with asthma." Hank signed, looking unimpressed.
2B rolled his eyes, but he shook the inhaler and took off it's cap. "Thank you, Hank." 2B mumbled.
"Same one again?" Hank asked, taking the inhaler back once he was done.
2B only nodded, taking a deep breath and sighing heavily.
Hank said nothing, he turned and started walking to his room, 2B following after him.
Hank crawled into bed, knowing 2B would follow them soon after he scooted over and watched as 2B made himself comfortable, their usual routine.
Hank reached over and pulled him into him and tossed the covers over them both.
They both laid in silence for a bit, until there was a deep rumbling sound that filled the empty room.
Hank let out a small laugh, and was promptly kicked in the leg.
"Shut up." 2B snapped but his voice lacked any real venom.
Hank gave him a light kick back and they both gave a little laugh.
"Goodnight Hank." 2B said.
"..... Night." Hank replied.