Red stops his reconstruction of Bing's leg, reaching up to rub at his eyes. King, curled up in the seat next to the head of Bing's bed, shuffles in the seat.
"Are you okay?"
"I need to charge." Red's voice is quiet, volume turned low to preserve his battery. The low charge symbol has been flashing in his vision for the last hour now and it's pushing dangerous levels. If he continues to work, he'll mess something up. Red glances over to the door in confusion. "Google was supposed to be here by now."
King looks to the door as well. Nobody but Dr Iplier has come through it in the last couple of hours. Otherwise it's just been the two of them in here, quietly watching and working to get Bing up to 100%. "You should go rest."
"I'm not supposed to leave Bing alone."
"He's not alone." King's firm as he speaks, drawing Red's attention to him. "I'm not going anywhere. Google's probably just held up at the meeting. You go charge, I'll wait for him."
Red takes in King with a critical eye, seeing the dryad's own weariness, seeing how, for lack of a better term, wilted he looks. He hasn't left the room since Bing woke up yesterday.
"You should probably go outside. You don't look too healthy."
King shakes his head, giving a slight yawn as he curls up a little more in the chair, though Red isn't wrong. Normally he'd have gone outdoors a few times by this point, but he's scared to even leave the room, let alone go outside.
"F'I turn my back, he'll disappear again."
Red watches King for a few seconds more before getting back to work, though he has to stop not ten minutes later, the warnings about his battery becoming more insistent and harder to ignore. Reluctantly he leaves to charge, making King promise to get some air once Google turns up.
"You shouldn't lie, you know." comes Bing's voice, quiet, just above a mumble. Bing himself has been rousing and dozing by rounds for the last few hours, exhausted from everything he's learned about the last few weeks, and the strain of his current incomplete state.
"I didn't think you were awake." King mutters back. He doesn't have the energy to get excited like he did the first few times Bing woke up. "How you feeling?"
"…Broken."
"Do you have like that phantom sensation thing where you can feel your arm even though it's not there."
"Little bit."
An uneasy silence falls between them for a moment or two before King speaks again. "I'm really glad you're okay."
The fingers on Bing's left hand twitch and without thinking, King sits forward, reaching for them, taking Bing's hand in his own and holding firm.
"You should still go outside." Bing says as he gently squeezes his friend's fingers, giving him a withering glare.
King squeezes back. "Once they finish your leg, so I can take you with me."
Bing snorts a laugh, nodding towards the half-finished limb. "I'm not exactly going anywhere, bro."
That's more like the Bing he remembers. King can't help but smile as he gives a slight tug (very slight, he doesn't want to hurt Bing) on his friend's hand. "I'm serious, I'm not turning my back on you for a second. You might disappear out the window."
It's obvious by his tone that King isn't being at all serious and Bing can't help but to laugh which makes King's heart soar. Bing's just been so miserable since he woke up, not that his misery is unwarranted, but to hear his friend actually laugh almost makes it seem like everything's going to be okay.