this one's really short sorry
Waking up was like trying to climb out of a swamp, muck sucking at his limbs as he struggled to pull himself free. Slowly, his eyes blinked open. The worried face above him swam into focus. It was young and freckled, but the boyish features were creased with distress.
"You must be Benny," Good Cop tried to say, but his tongue was heavy in his mouth, and the words came out clumsy and slurred.
Benny gave him a watery smile. "Not really how I imagined our first meeting would go."
Good Cop made a noise of agreement. Speaking wasn't coming easily to him just then. He became vaguely aware of the fact the room he was in was moving. It didn't look like the bathroom. It was too small. There was sharp wailing lancing through his splitting headache. Sirens? He wished he could think. Everything was getting fuzzy again. What had he been doing? Maybe the kid hovering over him knew. Could that be Benny? He wanted to ask, but his mouth felt like it was full of cotton. He was so tired. Maybe he'd just sleep for a bit. That sounded good. Yes…
He woke again to a steady beeping. His eyelids were heavy, but he managed to push them open. Above him was a clinical white ceiling. He felt like his limbs were made of lead, and his head was throbbing. Where was he? He flopped his head to one side to look. There was a wall and a window with its blinds drawn shut. He flopped his head to the other side. A young man was draped over one of the chairs against the opposite wall, asleep.
"Where," Good Cop said, but his voice was barely a whisper. He cleared his throat and tried again. "Where am I?"
The young man was startled awake, and he nearly tripped over his own feet as he scrambled to the bedside. "You're in the hospital," he said, gripping the bar at the side of the bed.
Good Cop's brain felt clogged. "Why?" he croaked.
The young man ran a hand through his hair, looking exhausted. "You had kind of a nasty fall." He searched Good Cop's face. "Do you know who I am?"
Good Cop thought maybe yes, but he couldn't quite remember. He shook his head and immediately regretted it when his head spun.
"That's okay," the young man said. "You've been fading in and out, and we haven't really officially met. I'm Benny."
Benny. Yes. That sounded right. "I'm…" he said, then hesitated. After a moment, his memory latched onto something. "I'm a cop."
The blood drained from Benny's face. "Your name's Good Cop," he said hoarsely.
Oh. Yes. That was right, too. He was Good Cop. Now he remembered. "Right," he said. "Sorry. I'm a bit out of it."
Benny smiled weakly. "I'll say."
But wasn't there supposed to be someone else? "Bad Cop," Good Cop said.
Benny looked confused. "What about him?"
"We're a team," Good Cop replied.
There was a new expression creeping onto Benny's face, but Good Cop couldn't place it. He didn't like it, though. It was making him worry. He looked at the ceiling again so he didn't have to see it. "We've always been a team," he said.