Regan, you've got to stay with me. Save me. I don't have anything else….
Something terrible had happened-she had died, she died, but no, it was her leg! She had lost her leg!
Regan tossed about and a layer of sweat formed on her brow.
Murderface leaned in close, taking her hand in his. Her eyes flickered and opened slowly but closed again. He gasped.
"Regan, schweetheart!" She continued to turn in the hospital bed, her lips mouthing unintelligible words. His heart buoyed with hope at her movement. She had been out a week, and though there had seemed to be little chance of recovery, Murderface had been by her side at the St. Necrophagist hospital.
She looked up into Murderface's eyes. He smiled weakly as she gazed at him. She raised her hand, but it promptly fell.
"The Dethcopter…" she murmured. "There was an accident…"
"Yesh, yesh," said Murderface. "But it'sh over now, babe. You're shafe."
Slowly, time came back to her. She had lost her leg but that had been long ago… She touched her forehead in confusion.
Then why am I here? She had flown in the Dethcopter and spun in circles. She saved her boss from a watery hole. Dethklok, the most famous band in existance, had done her makeup. She had a necklace made from a knight that contained secrets. She had stayed up all night in a room filled with canons and roses- Murderface's room- she had been with Murderface, and been pushed away from him, and then on that stage, under a warm red light, they had been together again. And she had saved Leila, and plummeted to the earth, and strong hands had lifted her from a fire….
"Murderface," she said, her eyes now warm with recognition. "It was you- you saved me."
He pursed his lips together in an effort not to break down. It had been so hard being here, not knowing whether she would slip away from him in the night. He nodded slightly.
"But there was a fire- how are you…?"
He lifted up his other hand. It was covered in a thick bandage. She noted that the hand she was holding was hard and scaly.
"Oh, Christ," she said, leaning back into her pillow.
"Hey Moidaface! We broughts snacks!" Toki and Nathan wandered in. Toki was chewing on a chocolate bar and Nathan had his fist in bag of chips.
"Eileens! You comes back!" Toki smiled, his teeth covered in chocolate. He threw a candy bar into her lap.
"It's Regan, you douchebag!" yelled a voice from the hallway. Pickles tripped in and punched Toki, and Skwisgaar followed.
"Ah, hey you! Looks like ya made it through!" said Pickles cheerfully.
"Yeah, it looks like I did…" she answered. She was still disoriented.
"Is Charlesh around?" asked Murderface.
"Pffft," said Skwisgaar. "Most likely making fucks with that news girls in broom closets."
"Ya," said Pickles. "Or fighting her to the death. Seriously guys, I have no fuckin' idea what's goin' on." This was true on several levels. Pickles popped open a beer. "Wanna join us? Hospital drinking game! Drink once for disfigurement, twice for death!"
Regan laughed softly. Disfigurement…she hadn't even considered that. She didn't dare look down.
"Was I injured in any way, Muderface?" she asked weakly.
"Well, yeah, dummy, you went into a coma." Murderface chuckled.
"No, I just…" she smiled grimly. "Wondered if you I lost anything else."
"Hmmm…" said Murderface. "Nothing important. Just a leg."
Her mouth fell in horror. But she had already gone through that…was she dreaming? Or had it happened again? She wouldn't be able to walk at all…
"Calm down," said Muderface. "You just had thish one leg, and it wash made of wood…sho it burned up. That'sh all."
"So my peg leg is…."
"Gone." Murderface nodded, looking down.
She peered before her- there was a bump in the sheets where her leg should have been. With Murderface's help, she propped herself up, and pulled back the sheet. She gasped.
She had been fitted with her exact plan. It was a sleek metal leg of a lightweight alloy. It fitted perfectly to where her organic leg ended. She was able to flex the foot and control the toes. She had designed it, but she had never imagined it would be so beautiful.
"You're a real shyborg now, baby."
Regan turned to get out of the bed, but promptly collapsed back into the pillows.
"Uh-uh," said Murderface softly. "You have to wait and regain your shrength."
"I just want to try it so badly…did you have this done?"
Murderface put both his hands on her face, even the bandaged one. "I didn't know if you would live or…or have…. hamburger time, but I didn't want you going with that leg you hated sho much. It didn't sheem right."
Gently, she lifted her arms around him and leaned her head against his shoulder. A sense of elation overcame him; he had spent the last week with a longing digging away at his gut.
She didn't have much strength, and he guided her onto her back. She gazed at him, and he planted a soft kiss on her lips. Her mouth pursed slightly, but she didn't have the strength, and drifted back to sleep.
"Hey, this is better than a movie," said Nathan, chomping away at a second bag of Doritos.
"With Murderface as the heros." Said Skwisgaar, crossing his arms. He rolled his eyes. "This ams so dildos." There was perhaps a hint of pleasure in his voice.
"Is it true? Is Regan awake?" A lithe woman rushed into the room, and Ofdensen followed behind her. Leila's sweater was on backwards, and Charles had buttoned his shirt in the wrong order.
"Oh looks!" said Skwisgaar, plucking a piece of broom from Charles's collar. "Just as I said- ams you cleaning in the broom closet?"
Charles scowled at him, but he knew he deserved it. His behavior the past week had been lacking in, well, professionalism. That woman…
Leila was down at Murderface's side discussing all the details with him. Tears came to her eyes when she learned that Regan was fine. "And the leg?" she asked.
"I think she took it pretty well," said Murderface, folding his arms and smiling proudly. Leila sighed. She could never repay what Regan had done for her…
But now? She couldn't stay here long. She was technically a criminal, and Charles Ofdensen? Well, he was an enemy, even if looking at him made her ache with longing. She gazed up at him and bit her lip.
"Ahem," said Ofdenen. "So glad to hear that all is well here. I now have some paperwork to complete. Um, Leila, would you join me?"
She nodded. "Call me when she wakes up!" she called to Murderface.
They fled from the room and the band snickered as they ran down the hall. It was nice to see that he wasn't entirely a robot.
"So I guess…uh…it will be alright," said Nathan. His Doritos were finished and he was ready to do something else.
"Yeah," said Pickles, beginning to topple over. "It looks like you guys are doing pretty good. Too-da-loo!"
Dethklok skipped out, leaving Murderface in the low light with Regan. He pulled the blanket over her shoulders and kissed both of her eyelids. It was the beginning of another long night, keeping her safe until she woke again.