"I mean it Bigby, one more stunt like that again and not even I can patch you up."
Tonight was the worst it had been in a long, long time. What went off as a goose chase lead to some horrible discovery's, some even Bigby didn't wish to know. Seemed like Crane was drowning in debt just trying to make his fantasy's of Snow come to life, to the point where he sucked the funds he gained dry. When he was suppose to be using them to keep peace in order and to patch up the Fables needs he blew it all for a good time.
He should of just been happy with the picture and hair he stole.
Now Bigby was laying on his cheep couch with buckshot shards in his torso and a healing shattered arm just trying to keep crane in their hands. Not to mention the silver bullet that left a nasty looking scar, something that didn't hurt this bad since the woodsmen cut him open and crammed stones in his gut. Everybody has a weakness, and silver was the Big Bad Wolfs kryptonite. Classic no? The bandaged Fable couldn't tell if Mary knew about this all along or just threw the dice and tried her luck, either way she seemed too cocky for her own good.
Now here he was, back in dump he called a home, sitting on a used and worn out couch, but it did its job providing comfort. Looking up Bigby saw Swineheart looking over some papers and writing things down, all the while looking over his body checking for anything out of the ordinary. The smile that crossed his prideful face told him everything he needed to know.
"Well your arm is making a incredible recovery, but should still be hard to move. In a hour or so it should just feel sore if you give it time to heal up." Leaning down he picked up a bowl full of blood, worn out bandages and bullet shards that were plucked from Bigbys body and poured it all in the trash.
Swineheart was a very noble Fable, took pride in everything he did and always manage to keep the pressure away. Even enough so to patch himself up with ease if he got any damage, man was a walking experiment. In the end he knew all there was to know about health, medicines and other herbs, enough to put witch magic and potions to shame. Whatever he said was law, if he told you to eat more greens and go out side to get fresh air, no one questioned it.
Now he was ordering the Big bad Wolf himself no to do anything brash, more so not to even leave the house.
"Listen, thanks doc for patching me up but incase the news hasn't gotten out a killer is on the loose. I'm not going to just sit here while more fables heads end up on the door step." Swineheart fixed his crimson colored tie, easily ignoring Bigbys excuses. "What then, you will just open up your wounds like last time and even then you have to go up against three Fables armed with silver. its best to rest up and get fully healed. Don't make me get the needles out Bigby."
Oh...the needles. The wounded Wolf grit his teeth at the memories, three needles is all it took to paralyze him from moving at all. Acupuncture was something to fear in Bigbys book.
While Swineheart and Bigby threw excuses at each other Snow sat in the background. Even after getting shot multiples times, hit with a Silver bullet and his arm snapped like the way it was she was amazed he was already rearing to go. Though, even Snow knew he had to tone it down on the recklessness. She wondered just how strong Bigby really was, the pale woman shuddered to think if they swopped places. Snow White knew she would be needing high treatment and drugged silly if all that damaged happened to her.
All Bigby would need is a bottle of whisky and a Huff n Puff and he's ready to go at it again.
"If I catch wind of you trying to chase after anyone or go after Mary I'll refuse to ever patching you up again." They both sighed when Bigby could be seen rolling the idea in his head. The situation was bad, Dee and Dum where injured pretty good thanks to flinging Dee and slamming Dum into a wall, but Mary wasn't even touched while he himself was a train wreck. As much as it boiled his blood he'd have to sit it out for a bit, to the bleachers he went.
"Doc how long would it be until I'm good." "Looking over your injuries and the rate of healing, not to mention if you do take it easy, no more then a day and a half." The hairy man let all the air from his lungs and leaned back, a full day and a half was going to feel like forever in a small dump like this.
Swineheart was packing up but looked at Bigby before walking over and handing him some cash. "I see you ignored my last advice, use this to order up some food, as much meat as you can. Of course you will have to pay me back, but I'm in no hurry. Mrs White its about time we give the sheriff the room he deserves." "Oh, right. Bigby." Leaning his head he saw Snow back in her stern working mode. Shoulders tense and holding herself high. "I will work and investigate some more, we know who the killer is now and ask Crane what he did with the last mirror shard. We will catch her Bigby just rest up and take it easy." "Be safe Snow." Smiling snow gave him a nod. "I will."
With that the two walked out of the messy house, when out side Snow gave a stern look at Swineheart but he already knew the question. "Just a white lie Mrs. Snow, I will always be there to patch up Wolf whenever he needs me, just a little threat to keep him from doing anything rash. Don't tell me you haven't lied or done what you can too to make him take it easy?" That put a smile on her rose colored lips.
More times then she cared to count.
It was quiet in Bigbys house, he could even hear the mice in the walls scampering off. He could hear the stomping and muttering of the room owners down the hall, and even hear the honking and beeping out in the streets, and the day had just started.
This was going to drive him mad.
getting up slowly he tried to be easy with his body and made his way to the restroom. Looking in the mirror his face was okay, but some blood from the working was smeared here and there, if he was to order food from some place he didn't want to look like he Just killed someone. Turning on the water he leaned down and let the crisp cold water embrace his hairy scarred face, the frigid jolt slightly waking him up. Taking a deep breath he grit his teeth, yup, ribs still felt like crap and his shoulder still sore. Even Bigby had to agree it had been a long time since he gotten smashed this bad.
Grabbing a towel and drying up he looked for the phone to order some thing to eat, eating out wasn't uncommon if the empty Chinese boxes littered about had any say. Bigby was feeling something new, orange chicken was nice but he needed more than that. Kicking things around he found the yellow book, it was a bit ruined and had a few stains but wasn't completely useless. Flipping through the pages for what seemed hours he settle on a nice little restaurant called the 'Ready To Go'. The name sucked but he remembered passing it a couple times when he had to go investigate, place smelt nice and seems like they deliver.
Grabbing the phone he called them up. "...Hello? What's your menu like...yeah can I get a number two and six to go...yeah I live in Fable Town at the Woodlands...yeah that one and room 24. I got it thanks."
hanging up he wondered just how fast they where going to be, but until then he popped open the smokes and lit up a Huff n Puff to ease the pain. Day and a half...
He wasn't going to make it.
Taking a long drag he sank low into the couch like he was deflaiting, soon losing himself in thought to everything that's happened. 'Why where there murders, did the two girls break the spell somehow or were in deep debt like Crane. Mary and the twins working for some man that wanted Crane so badly, there's beauty and her debt too.' Taking another huff he puffed out a big drag of smoke, the way the smoke dance when the fan hit it hypnotized him. Closing his eyes he zoned out even deeper, the bandaged man tried to think of some positive things at the moment. The deaths weren't all that great to think about let alone his failures.
'Snows still mad at me for it but hiring Greenleaf seemed like the best thing to do, now even toad and his family can finally get the glamour they need. Flycatcher will clean up the place and Crane will spill what he did with the glass shard. Mary, I don't know where you're hiding but we will find you.'
Bigbys eyes snapped open when there was hard knocking at the moldy door. Was it that time already? Looking in his hand the cancer stick was at its last puff. Getting up he flicked it out the cracked window and headed to the door. Setting the case on pause he needed something to eat and fast, the less drama he had at the moment the better
Too bad as soon as he opened the door his peace and quite would be smashed to bits.
Gripping the door handle he opened it up, a childish voice rang through his ears that made him grip the handle harder. The big bad Wolf looked down with wide eyes, watching the girl shuffled to get his food out of the bag. "Stupid Taxi's always think they own the streets, I swear! Here you are sir! That'll be twenty five dollars plus a nice little tiiiiii..."
Her voice drawled out and soon stopped as soon as she made eye connection, the food nearly dropping from her shaky hands. The world just seemed to shut up and the halls became silent, both shocked to see the other
"No. Freaking. WAY!"
"Red!?"