"JESUS CHRIST WHY NOT JUST STICK ME WITH A SLIVER SWORD RIGHT NOW AND END IT" Bigby cursed as Dr. Swineheart removed another pieces of the silver bullet embedded in his side by Bloody Mary.
"Please hold still Mr. Wolf" Swineheart begged as he stuck his tweezers deeper to grab the last fragment he could fine.
Even through the pain Bigby could somehow manage to keep his thoughts straight. Something about the encounter was nagging at him and he was trying to piece it together. Everything up to the point at which he felt the silver bullet puncture his side and rip into his body. That made sense, almost as if that was supposed to happen, even Bloody Mary grabbing her axe and standing over his rapidly weakening body made sense. The one piece that didn't quite make sense came next.
"Just take him" Snow bargained.
"Snow don't do this" Bigby pleaded. This wasn't over no matter how bleak it looked he was not ready to give up.
The memory became fuzzy as the silver bullet continued to cause him immense pain. But next thing he knew Bloody Mary was speaking.
"It's your lucky day. The Crooked Man says it's ok with him" Bigby couldn't see her face but he knew she was smiling, almost reveling in the fact that she won…yet he knew she must have been quite disappointed in the fact that she wasn't able to kill the Big Bad Wolf right then and there.
"That's it" Bigby said aloud as the doctor ripped the final piece of the bullet from his body "SON OF A BITCH!" His response to the sudden pain was unnoticed by Snow and the good doctor.
"Alright that should be the last of it. The rest of the shotgun pellets should make their way out on their own…but it will be extremely painful" Swineheart looked directly at Bigby trying to get the point across.
"Thank you so much" Snow White shook the doctors' hand and saw him to the door. It was a short walk from Bigby's chair to his front door but Sow still took her time knowing full well Bigby would probably like some time alone…or as much time as she could give him.
"Just try to keep him calm and out of any stressful situations for at least a week while his body heals. There's no telling what damage he could cause if he were to lose control and transform again" Swineheart left on that piece of advice.
Snow White closed the door behind him and slowly made her way back to Bigby. Her eyes darted across the apartment, or the sad excuse for what they called apartments nowadays. Old food and cigarette butts scattered throughout the place, the window shut sealing in the pungent smell of tobacco and mold and the now overpowering odor of blood. That's when she got her first real look at him.
Blood stained his entire shirt, dark spots speckled his chest and lower abdomen, and those dark spots were easy indicators of where the shotgun pellets had punctured. His left arm in a sling with the bone forced back into place thanks to a little magic from the witches on the thirteenth floor. His arm was looking better but it would be days before he could use it again. The finger tips stained with blood…the Tweedle's blood to be exact. She still didn't understand why he let him go. She knew it was almost heartless but after seeing Bigby almost shot to death she almost wished he had sunk his jaws into that bastard's throat and ripped his entire neck apart. Watching him bleed to death as he choked on his own blood almost seemed merciful after what they did to him.
"You're staring" Snow snapped back into reality as Bigby`s voice reached her ears.
"Sorry I was just…"She started.
"Not a problem…we have to get going anyway" Bigby forced himself up with his one good arm and stretched it out, letting the bones crack and whine from not being used.
"Going? Where?" Snow was almost amazed at his resolve but she was also very concerned.
"To find someone" Bigby cracked his neck now.
"Who?" Snow was still confused.
"Whoever the Crooked Man is afraid of" Bigby cracked a small smile.
"Afraid of? I don't understand" Snow was under the assumption the blood lose was making.
"Think of it Snow. The Crooked man had me beat, had Crane where he wanted him and all he had to do was give Bloody Mary two, maybe three, minutes and she would have eliminated all his problems in one shot and nobody would have known. But he accepted your deal and left and even though there was blood all over that alley I smelt something else. Almost a presence hiding in the shadows…I can't explain but let me tell you. I smelt something and the moment I did that is when the Crooked Man made the deal and left. Call me crazy but I know something scared him and I'm going to find out what or who it was" Bigby started for the door.
"Not without me you're not" Snow followed close behind.
The door closed softly on the apartment as the two set out. They didn't have a destination but they had a purpose. Bigby was determined and Snow, well Snow was along for the ride. To tell the truth she was more concerned with Bigby's health then any supposed presence that scared the Crooked Man.
(AUTHOR NOTE)
This is just a sample of a story I've wanted to start but am unsure if I should. Please review if you think you would be interested in reading more. Your reviews will determine if I continue writing this story.
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