Marshall floated outside of Fiona's front door, humming to a new song he was thinking of. His thoughts were drifting back to Fiona constantly. She still had the heart and mind set of when he first met her, always fighting evil and trying to see the good in everyone. But she had matured over the years, growing a little more serious. Her body matured with her as well. She had curves in all the right places for her lean body. She was muscular, but so soft at the same time. He bit his lower lip as he thought about her. He knew in his heart how he really felt about her. He loved her. Today he was going to tell her how he felt. His plans were to take her ghost hunting. They'd have a blast, like usual, then he was going to take her to the most romantic spot he knew and tell her how he felt.
"Hello, Marshall Lee."
Marshall looked up. Gumball was standing in front of him. The look on his face told Marshall he wasn't happy.
"What's up, Gum wad? Here to see Fiona? Sorry, but we have plans." Marshall smirked, glinting his eyes at the obnoxious prince. He and Gumball had never seen eye to eye on anything, and it seemed that this was just going to be another altercation.
"Please. Your petty remarks mean nothing to me. I just came to talk to you."
"What is it, Gumball?"
"You need to leave Fiona alone. Now." Gumball set his jaw, giving Marshall a steady look.
"He he…I'm sorry. What?" Marshall let out a roll of laughter. "Fiona hangs out with me of her own free will, you can't stop us hanging out."
"You are no good for her! You will always bring her down." Gumball exclaimed.
Marshall's eyes grew dark as he stared at Gumball. "You know nothing about me, Gum wad. I could give her everything…" He stared at Gumball for a moment, then started laughing again. "Oh I get it! You think you finally have feelings for her and now that she is over you and hanging out with me you're getting jealous! Well guess what? She is over you. I've had to comfort her over and over again because you broke her heart." Gumball looked at the ground, a frown spreading across his face from that comment, "She came to me one day and told me point blank that she was never going to let you hurt her again." Marshall Lee took a deep breath then crossed his arms over his chest, grinning devilishly at Gumball. And man did Gum wad look furious. Marshall wanted to laugh at him so bad. What did he possibly think he could do?
"I hate to have to do this. You won't be seeing Fiona again. Ever, Marshall." Gumball snapped his fingers. "Good night."
"What do you," Marshall watched as stars suddenly danced in his eyes, then everything went black.
He woke up on the ground, hearing muffled screaming not too far away from him. Twisting his head slightly, Marshall saw Fiona standing in front of him, brandishing her sword. Igneous and Gumball were inching their way closer to her. Marshall was starting to hear what Fiona was saying. She sounded pretty pissed.
"I HATE YOU! I never want to see either of you again! So just leave!" She looked like she was favoring one leg and Marshall could see the burn marks blistering up it. He couldn't see if she was hurt anywhere else but seeing that she was hurt at all flared up a black fire in his gut. Slowly, he floated to his feet and stared at the scene before him. They had hurt Fiona. They needed to pay. But he couldn't do anything with her watching, so he just stepped around Fiona and glared at the two scumbags. He didn't even recognize his own voice. "You both are nothing but a bunch of cowards. Knocking me out when I had no way to defend myself? Pretty pathetic. If Fiona wasn't standing right here, I'd ripped you both to pieces and if I were you….I'd leave."
He watched as they both took off on their own different ways, then he calmed down and turned to Fiona. She was on her knees, holding her arm which he saw had at least 2nd degree burns on it. Her leg didn't look too bad, but the look on her face said it all. She was trying to hide the pain from what he could tell, but her face looked desolate. He walked over and knelt down in front of her. Slowly, he picked up Fiona's sword and slid it back into the sheath on her back, then hesitantly took her hand.
"Fiona…..are you alright?" He stared at her, knowing his concern was on his face but not really caring. He could only worry about her. She was hurt, and he could tell that she needed him.
"Pfft! What this?" Tears began rolling down her face, but she didn't seem to notice. "I-I've had so much wors-..Ow! Ow! Ow!"
He had started slowly turning her arm, looking at the full extent of her burns. The burn was on her right arm. It had melted her shirt to her skin, and parts of it were blistering up, other parts were bleeding.
"Come on. Let's go back to my place. You need to be treated." He slipped his arms under her shoulders and knees, then lifted her up into the air. He flew up and started towards his house. About half way back to his place, Fiona grabbed his shirt. He looked down and could see her eyes rolling to the back of her head.
"Fiona? FIONA!" He screamed holding onto her tighter. "Fiona! Stay awake!"
Her head fell back against his shoulder, and he knew then that she had went unconscious, probably passed out from pain. Growling, he shot like a rocket to his house, quickly flying into his cave. Once he landed on his porch, he kicked open his door and flew up into his bedroom. He pulled off her bunny cap and tossed it to the side before laying her down on the bed. Reaching into his dresser he pulled out a pair of scissors and leaned over Fiona.
"Please don't get mad at me, Fi." Sighing, he lifted up the bottom hem of her shirt and began cutting it. Once he reached the top, he cut her sleeves open. Picking her up he threw what was left of her shirt away. He gently set her back down and started peeling away the pieces of her melted shirt. Some of her skin was coming off with it. He cringed as he listened to each nasty rip. Once he finished, he could see how bad it was. She was down to the second layer of her skin on some parts of her arm and then blisters were everywhere. He couldn't believe Charcoal did this to her. It looked so painful. When Igneous and Fiona had been dating, she would always come to Marshall with burns on her body. And she would always say it was an accident. He even believed her sometimes. FP had wanted to touch her so bad, and instinct usually won over concern for Fiona's well-being. Even knowing that still didn't stop Marshall from getting pissed when he saw her hurt.
He turned his attention back to Fiona and sighed. She looked so peaceful even though he knew she was probably in pain underneath. Quickly, He pulled her skirt off along with her shoes and socks. Her right leg didn't look as bad as her arms and both burns were on her right side. His made sure to keep his eyes focused on her wounds. Even though she was in her bra and panties he didn't want to disrespect her in any way.
There is only one way to help her, thought to himself.
Pulling up his left sleeve, he exposed his wrist and slit it open. Once the blood began dripping, he held his arm over the burn and watched as it dripped and seeped into the skin. He made sure there was plenty on her wounds before he let his own gash close up. He could already see the open parts of her burns closing up, so he knew she would be fine. Marshall ran his fingers through his hair as he walked back over to his dresser and pulled out a baggy t-shirt. Walking back over to Fiona, he lifted her up, pulling the shirt over her head and pulling her arms into the sleeves. He made sure the shirt was on her right before he laid her back down and pulled his blanket over her.
Marshall watched her for about thirty minutes, then he floated over her, kissing her forehead. He knew she would still be out for a few more hours, but her arm and leg were completely healed now. Fiona was going to be okay. Slowly, he floated downstairs and flopped down on his couch. Nothing had went the way he planned. He never got to tell her how he felt. But he knew he would soon. Hopefully when she woke up. For now, it was his time to sleep. He drifted off, thoughts of Fiona's smile floating in his head.
