Guys I am so so sorry. I know I said i'd update every other week but like, a lot of stuff came up and i just, idk. I was dealing with a lot of personal issues and didn't get much of anything done. I really am sorry to keep you guys waiting for so long.
This was originally chapter 7, and I know I said there would be a flashback chapter but upon actually rewriting it, i realized it had been pointless and didn't go with the plot at all. So basically I just deleted it. There will be flashbacks in the future but this one really just had to go. I'm sorry guys.
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Chapter 6: This Isn't Goodbye
Bonnibel rustled in her bed. An annoying banging was coming from outside of her door, which also happened to wake her up. She didn't like being woken up. She sat up, allowing the bedsheet to fall from her chest and down around her lap. Once she was more awake, she realized someone had been knocking on the door.
"Bonnibel? Wake up!" A troublesome voice called out to her from the other side of the wood.
"I'm up I'm up, come in." Bonnibel replied. She ran her fingers through the knotted mess she called her hair. She watched as Finn quickly opened the door and ran inside, stopping immediately as he laid his eyes on Bonnibel.
"Oh, Finn, it's just you. Is something the matter?" She looked up at Finn and noticed his face was extremely red. "Finn?"
"I-uh. B-Bonnibel you're uh, you," He stuttered, trying not to let his eyes wonder. He turned his head to the side to avoid the awkward eye contact.
"Out with it Finn, what is it?" Bonnibel flicked her wrist as she extended out her index and middle finger.
"You're not uh, you're not wearing any clothes." Bonnibels eyes widened as she pulled the sheet up around her chest. She was too exhausted to even realize she had been exposed like that. Her face started to heat up at the embarrassment.
"Well don't stare! Where are your manners, Finn!" Bonnibel suddenly remembered why she was even naked in the first place when a certain someone started to rustle in the spot next to her. Marceline sat up and stretched her arms out wide as she yawned. She relaxed her muscles to scratch the side of her head.
"Ugh, Bonnie, why are you being so loud." Marceline scoffed. Bonnibel's face flushed of any color. She snapped her head back and forth between Finn and the naked woman beside her.
"M-Marceline?!" Finn stuttered, managing to blush even more than he was before. He wasn't able to move, stuck in his place.
"Huh? Oh, Finn, sup? Why are you-"
"Marceline!" Bonnibel interrupted. She pulled the sheet up to cover Marceline's chest as well.
"Oh, shit. Wow awkward." Marceline laughed.
"This isn't funny! Finn, you do not speak of this to anyone. Got that?"
"Right. Got it." Finn shook his head, trying to flee away the images of the two naked women. He turned around so his back was faced to the girls.
"What are you in here for?" Bonnibel asked.
"Right! Uh, it's Cinna. He's not doing too well I thought you should check on him. You're the medical expert. Piper checked on him this morning and he was passed out but there was blood splatter on the floor next to him. He's alive but unresponsive."
"I'll be there in a minute. Just uh… give me some privacy." Finn nodded and quickly left the room without turning around. He shut the door behind him. Bonnibel let out a deep sigh. She moved out from under the sheet and stood on her feet. She scanned the room for the clothes that were carelessly thrown the previous night. One by one she lifted a garment from the floor and slid it back over her body. The room was silent. Bonnibel thought to herself if what she'd done had been a mistake or not.
"You know, it's weird." Marceline spoke. She was still laying under the sheet in the bed. Bonnibel turned to face the still naked woman.
"What is?"
"Life, I guess. Three times now it has brought us together. It's almost as if it's destiny." Marceline winked at Bonnibel.
"Don't be so distasteful." Bonnibel scoffed. She reached for her belt with her dagger and pistol. She slid the blade into her boot, the gun shoved into the back of her pants.
"I'm serious." Marceline stood up. "We were best friends when we were like, five. We met again in college not realizing who each other were. Now here we are, sitting in the same room. It's like something is bringing us back together."
"I think you're on drugs." Bonnibel looked away from the exposed woman, embarrassed to see her naked. "Get dressed. Today is your first real day as a part of the group, you should get to know everyone and learn how things actually work around here." Marceline stretched once again, not even feeling a tad bit shy about being completely naked in front of Bonnibel. Bonnibel watched her stretch out of the corner of her eye but soon looked away as she felt her face get warm. "I totally see you checking me out." Marceline smirked.
"Just get dressed. You can meet me in Cinna's room when you are. It's just down the hall." Bonnibel exited the room still blushing like a ripened tomato. She made her way down the hall and into Cinna's room. She stepped inside the door, making sure her presence was known to Finn and Junior as they towered over the comatose Cinna.
"Hey Bonnie. Sorry we had to wake up, but you seem to be the only one here to know shit about this medical thing." Junior patted Bonnibel's back.
"I guess it's a good thing I bought those few med books back in college." Bonnibel chuckled. "I'm basically a self-taught doctor." She bragged.
"Wait, you taught yourself in the medical field?" Finn was honestly shocked.
"Sure did. I didn't like doing much besides studying so when I ran out of school work to do I just taught myself other things like languages and forensic science." Bonnibel was actually bragging a bit. It's not every day she gets to talk about her being a genius in the apocalypse.
"Wow, that's impressive." Finn almost applauded Bonnie for being a super genius. "You know you're pretty bad ass. You may not see that but it's true. You and Marceline seem-" Bonnibel shot Finn a look, letting him know he should stop talking. Immediately. Finn pursed his lips and looked to the ground.
"Her and Marceline what?" The three adults turned around to be greeted with a smirking Marceline. Her hands were placed on her hips as her right foot tapped periodically.
"Glad to have you finally join us, Marceline." Bonnibel was direct and stiff with her words, which caught Marceline off guard. Had she done something wrong? "Junior, I don't think you've been introduced yet. Marceline this is Jake's daughter. Junior, this is Marceline." Junior offered her hand to Marceline. Marceline gladly took her hand and shook it.
As the two started talking about things Bonnibel didn't really care about, she took the opportunity to actually focus her attention on Cinna. She kneeled down to him so she was closer. She pressed her index and middle finger against his pulse point on his wrist, counting the beats. It was extremely low, which was concerning. She stood back on her feet and faced the trio behind her.
"We can't do much for him until we have proper supplies. Only time will tell what happens to him. I know it sounds bad but it's all we can do at the moment, given the circumstances." Bonnibel crossed her arms.
"Man, I hope he will be okay." Junior whispered.
"I'm sure he will be. I wouldn't worry. I mean yeah he's coughing up blood but-"
"Finn, before you finish that sentence, has Phoebe left yet?" Bonnibel interrupted as she remembered Phoebe was leaving this morning.
"No, I don't think so. Just twenty minutes ago she was packing up her things and grabbing some extra supplies, why?"
"Marceline, go with Finn to see Phoebe out. I don't want her taking any unnecessary supplies or causing any trouble on her way out." Bonnibel sighed. She shut her eyes for a moment, trying to brush off the headache creeping up on her.
"Uhh… yeah, sure." Marceline furrowed her eyebrows at Bonnibel, then followed Finn as he left the room. With another sigh Bonnibel turned her attention back to Junior.
"Could you get Shelby to check up on Cinna in a few hours? I think we should keep a close watch on him, just in case."
"Sure thing, boss." Junior nodded in Bonnie's direction. She turned and left the room leaving Bonnibel alone with the sick Cinna. Bonnibel did fib a little to the others, she knew Cinna wasn't going to make it. She realized that as soon as she got one look at the sick guy. Even with the right medicine and medical supplies to care for him, he is far too ill to be taken care of. It would be a waste of supplies.
Bonnibel thought back to her theory on the mutated virus. It was possible Cinna would die within the next few days. It was inevitable. And when he does, there is a big chance he will turn. It could be a danger to everyone in the group. Bonnibel could take care of it. She could put Cinna out of his misery. She should out of the safety of her group. But… she could be wrong. Cinna could make it out of this.
Then, she had an idea. Bonnibel thought this would be the perfect experiment. It may make her a terrible human being but, how else would she learn how the virus works? If Cinna turns, this will confirm the virus mutation.
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"Phoebe, you know you don't have to do this right? You can just forget about the argument yesterday and get used to the fact you can't be in charge of everything." Finn lifted up the backpack, handing it to the fiery red head.
"You expect me to just, get over it? Finn, no. I don't belong here anymore, I don't want to belong here anymore. It's corrupt, and it's sad nobody can see that." Phoebe snatched the backpack out of Finn's hands. She slide the straps over her shoulders.
"I guess there's no changing your mind, then." Finn Sighed. He pulled Phoebe into a tight hug. She seemed reluctant to return the embrace, but soon gave in and wrapped her pale arms around Finn.
"You could always come with me, you know." Phoebe offered as she looked Finn right in his blue eyes. "You don't have to stay here, nobody is keeping you here."
"Phoebe… I can't, I'm sorry." Finn sighed. Honestly, there was something keeping him here, well, someone. Bonnibel. "I have a responsibility to the group." He fibbed.
"Then I guess that's it. Maybe we can cross paths again. Hopefully without…" Phoebe gestured around the room, referring to the group. She planted a small kiss on Finns cheek. When she pulled away from Finn she caught eyes with Marceline, who had just been standing a few feet away from the two. She felt a bit awkward around her. "And for you," Phoebe paused, holding back the sudden rage filling up within her. "Whatever happens to me is on you." She spat at Marceline with harsh words. Without any other words, Phoebe turned away to leave the building.
"Phoebe, wait." Phoebe turned around and came face to face with Bonnibel. She rolled her eyes and sort of grunted at the woman. She turned back around to leave but Bonnibel grabbed her arm and pulled her back around. "I need to know what Fionna was going to tell me."
"You'd like to know, wouldn't you?" Phoebe scoffed as she pulled her arm away from Bonnies grip. "And don't touch me."
"Phoebe, please. Fionna obviously really wanted me to know and you at least owe it to her to tell me." Bonnibel sighed. "Her last words were for me to ask you about it. If you even care about her in the slightest you should respect her wishes." Phoebe instantly stiffened up. She bawled up her fists as she held back what Bonnibel thought was rage, but actually was tears. She was fighting back the urge to cry.
"Don't you dare say I don't care about her. You have no idea how I felt about her." Phoebe took in a deep breath. "You weren't the only one who loved her, except it wasn't one sided for me. She didn't love you. Why do you think we always insisted just her and I went out on hunting trips to get food for everyone? We had to keep our relationship secret because of you. She didn't want to hurt your feelings." Phoebe couldn't hold it back anymore. Her eyes began to water. "This all was because of you, and now she's dead because of you." Bonnibel took a step back. She was trying to process everything just told to her, but she couldn't. Part of her didn't believe phoebe, no, part of her didn't want to believe it. She was refusing the information, like she was lying.
Phoebe took her silence as a sign that she can actually leave now. She had to admit though, it was good to finally get that off her chest. Nobody knew about her relationship with Fionna, especially not Bonnibel. It felt good to rub it in her face. She walked out of there with her pride on her shoulders, and didn't look back.