Romero?...
...BRO!...
are you OK?...
Oh God
The zombie laid there on the floor of their apartment curled into a ball not moving. Hanna had panicked moments before when the zombie had started to cry out in pain, the green fingers tearing the stitches under the orange trademark shirt as he clawed at his own chest as if something was there.
Hanna unable to actually see the zombie's memories had no idea what had caused his friend to freak out like that. And the only thing he could do was call off the spell and rush to his friend's aid. For a minute he considered using a sleeping rune on him but he was at his limit and more runes on the zombie could make him worse. So instead Hanna tried to use soothing reassuring words which seemed to work because after awhile the zombie finally quieted down.
After Hanna reassured Mrs. Blanley and several concerned and angry neighbors that all was fine and that he was just watching a scary movie and forgot to turn the sound down, he ran back to the zombie's side and started to try and wake him.
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"Oh god I'm so sorry none of this should have happened, I shouldn't have even looked at that stupid book." Hanna said to the still out cold zombie. Hanna had spent the last hour trying in vain to wake his partner up or the get even a small hint that he was OK, but nothing had changed.
The zombie still laid there curled into a ball, his face scrunched up in pain the only thing that was different was that Hanna had dragged the zombie into his room and onto the old mattress and sat down next to him leaning against the wall.
Hanna mentally kicked himself for even thinking that the memory spell was a good idea but the excitement when he saw the spell overpowered any doubt he had at the time.
Hanna had just started to drift off to sleep his chin resting against his chest when he heard the zombie starting to move. "H-Hanna?" the zombie rasped out his voice horse and rough. "Clinton! Oh God are you OK?" Hanna asked scrambling over to the mattress. The zombie hummed in response as he slowly started to sit up stopping when he felt the skin on his chest pulling apart.
The zombie's hand immediately went to his chest almost shivering as he felt that the stitches there had been ripped.
"Hanna do you have the needle and thread?" the zombie asked calmly despite the great discomfort he felt. "Nu-uh no way in hell man you need to go see Worth." Hanna exclaimed. If the zombie hadn't been so uncomfortable and exhausted at the time he almost would have smiled at the irony.
The zombie only nodded as he sat up the rest of the way ignoring the way Hanna started at him as he did so. "Do you...do you think you can walk?" Hanna asked concerned.
The zombie did not respond but instead placed his hands on the mattress and shakily stood up. After several long seconds the zombie's shaky knees gave out. Luckily, Hanna saw it coming before it even happened.
He quickly reached out and grabbed the zombies arm draping it over his shoulder cringing when his shoulder gave a small pop from the strain. Hanna struggled with the zombie into the living room their height difference making walking and maneuvering easily, hard.
Hanna finally made it to the door taking a quick glance outside the small window across the room noting it was dark and hoping that there is not alot people outside to see the zombie's painfully obvious glowing eyes.
- After fumbling through the door, almost tripping several times down the stairs, and somehow making it down the street unnoticed Hanna finally found himself at the run down office door of "Doctor" Worth. Hanna hesitated for a moment before knocking. "Worths going to kiiilll me." he thought noting that it was in the middle of the night and Worth was not a happy person when waken up. His hesitation however, was quickly destroyed when he looked up towards his partner and saw the strained look on his face. So gathering all the nerves he could Hanna began to knock loudly on the door.
" GAH F... WHAT THE HE...DAMI...the stream of curses all mixed together as the doctor was suddenly woken up. "WHO IS IT AN WHA DA HELL DO YA WAN!" the doc. yelled from the other side of the door.
"It's Hanna...I need your help...bad...please?" The tired and almost helpless tone in Hanna's voice caused a small part of Worth's anger to subside as he slowly opened the door to a very thankful Hanna. Worths anger vanished almost completely as he saw that it wasn't Hanna that was in trouble but his lackey. "What da hell happened to 'im?" Worth asked noticing how Hanna flinched at the question.
"He...I...I...I found an old memory spell in a book and...I thought...I thought it would give him back his memories." Hanna finished almost sheepishly when the weight of his partner become suddenly obvious. "Please...just help..please."
Worth grunted/sighed as he walked over to help Hanna with the zombie. "Put 'im on the table" Worth told Hanna as he draped the zombie's other arm over his shoulders. A small ripping sound echoed through the quiet office as even more of the zombie's stitches ripped apart.
Hanna cringed at the sound. "On second thought put 'im on da couch." Worth grunted as he began steering Hanna and the zombie toward the rugged worn-out couch. Hanna and Worth carefully laid the zombie on the couch causing a small grunt from the zombie as his tired body was laid down.
"Whas with tha runes?" Worth asked noting the markings on the zombie's head. "Thats apart of the spell their runes to help him remember.." Hanna answered staring at the runes. "Mabey he membered a lil to much then." Worth stated looking at the zombie. "Oy zombie wha do ya remember?" The zombies eyes flew open as he stared at Worth in what appeared as shock before returning to his usual calm expression.
"Its ok Tomas...you can tell us." Hanan said nervously his eyes looking at the zombie.
"Pain." The zombie answered bluntly before turning over towards the back of the couch, curling up into a ball, and falling into an almost sleep like state.
"Worth?" Hanna asked panic rushing through him as he watched his partner pass out for the second time. "We need ta get his stitches fix'd up," Worth answered "Go fetch me da needle and thread and help me fig'r out were their ripn."
Without a second thought Hanna rushed through the office to the drawer where the needle and thread was kept. When he came back seconds later Worth was already checking to see where the stitches were ripped. Hanna immediately handed him the thread and needle.
"Its mostly 'is chests thats torn up." Worth stated looking down at the zombie before fishing through his pocket. "Can we help him?" Hanna asked "Not sure," Worth answered pulling a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it with a lighter. "Stitchn 'im ups easy figurn out wha your genius spell did ta 'im isn't.
Hanna flinched at the rough words but he knew they were true, if he hadn't screwed up this crap wouldn't have happened. "Speakn of witch," Worth said interrupting his thoughts "How you feeln now?"
Hanna sighed for he knew this was coming. "Tired, the spell took a lot out of me but other than that I feel fine." Hanna knew this was a flat out lie, he felt like...well he felt like hell honestly he practically re-killed his partner...no his best friend, and could have possibly damaged him for the reast of his un-dead life.
"Hm." Worth said in response "Help me turn 'im on his back and thread da needle." Hanna quickly obliged carefully helping Worth as they slowly turned the zombie over causing a small groan of protest from him.
As Hanna began threading the needle he couldn't help staring as Worth began un-doing the buttons on the zombie's shirt. A small gasp escaped Hanna as Worth discarded the shirt and revealed a practically mangled chest.
Despite the zombie seeing Hanna without his shirt once Hanna had never seen his partner without a shirt, never. Heck, he barely has ever seen him without his gloves on either. He knew the trade mark Y of an autopsy and was pretty sure his partner sported one but he never really liked to think about it.
But sitting there staring face-to-face with it was different. The careful incision that cut through the green skin was ripped and now had jagged edges from where his partner had been ripping at them. The spots that where completely ripped, laid opened but nothing could be seen inside of them. Various gashes and cuts that had once been stitched together also were ripped open.
One partially long gash caught Hanna's attention. It was where the zombie' s heart would be, spreading across his chest in a ragged line almost six inches long and way to wide for a scalpel cut. Now that Hanna looked at some of the other gashes they too looked to wide for a scalpel. "That must be how he died...""""" Hanna thought.
Staring at them made Hanna flinch, but not out of disgust, but out of the thought of who could do that to someone.
Worth must have read him wrong because when Hanna finally took his eyes off his friend he noticed Worth was glowering at him "Ur not so hot yourself kid." Worth said flatly.
"What? NO! no its not...its not like that its just..who would do this...to anyone." Hanna replied guessing that Worth also noticed the to wide to be scalpel cuts gashes. "Da worlds a tough place kid, you of all people should know that." Worth said rolling his eyes.
Hanna rolled his eyes also before looking back down at the zombie still passed out and vulnerable and seeing him like this made Hanna feel guilty. Worth sighed and looked at Hanna once again "Guessn we better get started then."
~continued
hey guys finally uploaded chapter 3 it might be a little while until i upload chapter 4 with vacations coming up and all
anyway hope you enjoy!
~R