Hello. Here's an update. I think this is my favorite chapter so far. Comments are appreciated please
Bonnie ran down the steps in her house. No one else in the house was awake because it was 3:35 AM, but she had just gotten a text from Marceline. It was rather garbled, but it got the point across. She swung her door open, where a sobbing Marceline was standing, barely. Her right eye was black and swollen so bad she couldn't open it. Her lip was cut and bleeding. Her hood was up and she was clutching her stomach. In her free hand she held an old and worn stuffed toy. She utterly collapsed into Bonnie.
"Oh Marcy…" Marceline lifted her arms and wrapped them around Bonnie.
"I kn-know its a lot to ask of you, but can I p-please stay here for a-"
"Yes Marceline of course you can, as long as you need. My parents surely won't mind. This is an emergency, and they've been wanting to meet you. Now come on, lets go get you fixed up." Bonnie half carried her girlfriend up the stairs to the bathroom with the first aid kit in it. She closed the lid of the toilet and sat Marcy down there. Bonnie wet a washcloth and dabbed the blood from her lip and from a cut on her temple. "Who did this? Your dad or brother?"
"Both, they teamed up on me. I can take my brother in a fight, and I can run faster than my dad, but I can't take them both at the same time." Bonnie nodded, concerned.
"Is your brother going to be home for a while?" She poured some rubbing alcohol onto the washcloth. "OK this is going to sting really bad…" She pressed the washcloth to the cuts on her face. She took a sharp inhale and winced.
"Yeah, I think so. Unfortunately Asshole Marshall told Dad that he was too smart for college and they kicked him out. I don't know how even Asshole Dad fell for that one." Bonnie hummed in thought as she peeled off the label on a Band-Aid. "Perhaps Marshall came home looking for you to do something 'bad' to get all of the blame on you." She gently placed the Band-aid on the cut on her temple. "This one," she said, pointing to the cut on Marcy's lip "Is just going to have to heal with magical girlfriend kisses." She gently placed a kiss on her lips and grabbed Marcy's hand. "Wait, why is your hand wet!?" Bonnie pulled her hand away, noticing that it was red. "Oh my Glob Marcy! Move your hand!" Marceline didn't move her hand away from her stomach. "Oh my Glob!" Bonnie pushed her hand away, revealing a noticeably large red spot on the hoodie. "Oh Glob Marcy! Arms up!" She pulled the hoodie off of her, she had a grey 'no smoking t-shirt' on underneath, which she must've been wearing when it happened, due to the cut in the shirt, and the even larger splotch of red. "Marcy what the hell happened!?" She started pulling the shirt off Marcy, who was sitting quietly. Almost as if she was embarrassed. Underneath her shirt, her pale skin was covered in bruises, and scars that told her this wasn't the first time she'd been stabbed. "Oh Marcy… What happened."
"It's Ok Bonnie, I'll be fine. This happens a lot. My brother has a switchblade attitude. Literally." Marceline snorted at her own joke.
"Marcy! This isn't the time to be joking! Get up we are going to the hospital."
"Bonnie no! They can't know my brother did this."
"Why? He treats you like dirt."
"Because even though, I still love him. Besides, he's too much of an idiot to survive jail."
"Fine we'll tell them you got mugged, but you need stitches. Deal?" Bonnie started scribbling a note to her parents where they were.
"Deal." Bonnie wrapped a blanket around Marceline and basically carried her to the car. Bonnie got in the Driver's side and turned the key and headed to the hospital.
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"Luckily she doesn't have any internal bleeding, and the blade avoided all arteries and major organs, so she should be set after a few stitches. It was lucky that you found her when you did, she lost a lot of blood."
"Yes, found. I figured she'd need those stitches. Thank you Doctor Princess."
"Oh, and also she might feel a little… loopy due to the blood loss and the painkillers, so be wary."
"Ok doctor. I will. Thank you."
Bonnie anxiously waited for her girlfriend's stitches to be over with. When the doors to the waiting room swung open and a silly looking Marceline was wheeled out Bonnie felt so relieved. She walked over to Marcy, who was giving her the goofiest smile she had ever seen. "Alright dingus, lets go." Marceline giggled like a three year old.
"Hey Bonnie" she said in an exaggerated whisper. "They gave me drugs!" Bonnie laughed.
"Those are prescription drugs honey." Marceline crossed her arms in a pout.
"Still drugs..." Marceline turned and looked at Bonnie as she was signing Marcy out. "Heh, Bon-Bon. I think you are neat. I mean you're hot, and cute, and sexy…" Bonnie instantly started laughing.
"Am I now?"
"Yeah, and you're super smart too. And you've got the biggest heart of anybody I've ever met! And you've got issues, big ones, but somehow you get through them, and you find room for others, even if its hard for you." Bonnie had finished signing her out and was crouched so she was on Marceline's level in the wheelchair. "I think that's an amazing thing, and no one else in the world is like that. And somehow I got you."
"Well Marceline I have to tell you, I know someone hot, and cute, and incredibly sexy who's a genius, she doesn't know it though. And this girl has issues, big ones too, and she fights through with all her might, and somehow gives all her love out to everybody until she unfortunately doesn't have any left for herself. And she's the most amazing thing I've ever laid eyes on… And she's mine… For some reason she likes me… And I can't figure that out…." Bonnie put her hand on Marceline's cheek and kissed her. Marceline just looked at her with a thoughtful expression on her face. "Alright then, let's go home."
Bonnie wheeled her to the car and drove home, Marceline singing incredibly off key and loud the whole way. Then Bonnie, Marcy, and Hambo fell asleep together on the couch after a long, long night.