Visiting Day
Chapter 1: Regrets
Helluva Boss and all characters therein are owned by Vivienne Medrano and Spindlehorse.
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Millie, Moxxie and Loona watch as Blitzø's personal train derails
He's pacing back and forth in front of the hospital talking to no one and everyone.
" Ive bodyguarded that prick when he could've just BLINKED them to death. He manages TODAY of all days to get himself ACTUALLY KIDNAPPED!!!" Blitzø stops pacing and screams at the hospital door.
"YOU COULDNT GIVE ME ONE FUCKING DAY!!"
He hopes Stolas heard that.
Blitzø took a deep breath and reminded himself that Loona had to have her hellbeast shot today and there was No Fucking Way he was ignoring his daughter's health for that molting pervert.
"Get in the fucking van. We're going home."
It was a quiet drive back to the office. Once there Blitzø resumed his pacing and muttering.
"Why couldn't he just handle it? He's supposed to be powerful."
"He's not supposed to be able to get hurt. You're not supposed to be able to kill a prince."
"How does that fuck-nut cowboy have access to blessed anything?! Who wants that owl dead so badly that they're willing to provide royalty killing weapons to a 1 star assasin?"
"How in Satan's ass cheeks am I supposed to be in two places at once!!"
"Sir, respectfully, I think you should check on him. I think it would help both of you." Advised Moxxie.
"If you, or he, thinks I'm setting foot in that hospital room you're both crazy."
Blitzø stops pacing as Moxxie approaches him and hands him a phone."You don't have to visit to check on him."
"We'll give you some space" added Loona.
Blitzø watched the trio file quietly out of the office. He sat down and stared at the phone in his hand, lost in an internal monologue of should-I-or-shouldn't-I.
A quick swipe up on the screen and he's entering Stolas' number. Aside from Loona's, it's the only one he knows by heart and learning it was "entirely accidental".
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tik tik tik, tik, tik tik tik tik. Blitzø is typing.
FUK U WHYD U LIT YIURSLF GIT HERT.
Delete*
WHER WER U THAT U GIT SNACHD?
Delete*
U FUKNG COKSUKR TRYING TO MAK ME CHEWS BEETWIN U AN LOONA.
Delete*
GIT BEVVER SWOON :(
Send*
What else was he supposed to say over text.
Im sorry you got hurt because I couldnt be there. Im sorry that I overestimated your invulnerability. Im sorry I won't come see you because Im a pussy assed piece of shit.
Yea, 'Git Bevver' says enough.
PING*
Blitzø jumped in his seat. He hadn't expected a reply quite so fast.
"Thank you Blitzø, that means a lot."
PING*
"I might be here awhile, if you ever want to visit."
Blitzø types a reply, then deletes it.
Maybe he will try to visit Stolas. Later.
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Blitzø circles the route he has created in IMP HQ. His nervous pacing has made a visible path accross the floor. Day after day its the same. Aimless traveling. Intelligible mumbling with the occasional "Fuck Me" or "Satandammit"
"JUST GO!"
Blitzø yelped. "Dammit Moxx! if I didn't before there'd be a puddle for you to mop now!"
"Go see him. Please, sir. Your driving us all crazy.
"Moxxie's right Blitzø. You're worried. Its understandable. Just go and put your mind at ease." Encouraged Millie.
Blitzø walked into his office and slammed the door.
"Shit", Loona laid her phone on her desk and stood up. "Let me talk to him" She quietly eased the door open and walked in closing it behind her.
Loona stood nonchalantly with her back against the door.
"Hey"
"Hey, Looney" Blitzø was staring at his favorite horse poster.
"I hate to agree with fatty and his old lady, but you need to do something before I shove you through a portal back to LA. " Loona threatened. "Look, a visit isn't a commitment but as long as we need his book, he's a part of this business. You dont have to need him for anything else if you dont want to."
Blitzø turned his back to Loona. Its not that he hasnt tried to visit Stolas. He's just been... unsuccessful.
2 days after the incident he drove to the hospital and sat for an hour in the parking lot.
5 days after that, he got on the elevator...then got off 1 floor early and hid in the stairwell until he could breathe again.
11 days passed and he stood with his hand on the handle of Stolas' door, shaking until the nurse gave him a sedative and made him leave.
"If your going to talk to him, you better find the balls to do it soon." They warned. "He's going to be released in a few more days."
"Th..thanks" Blitzø mumbled, stumbling away.
Today marked 3 weeks since Stolas was admitted.
"Fine. I'll go tonight. But only because you make a good point about the book, Looney. But Im doing this my way."
"That's the ONLY way you do things", Loona retorted and slipped out of the office as quietly as she went in.
An hour later Blitzø threw open his door, banging it against the back wall.
"Moxxie! Where did we store the extra rope from that last job."
"Do we have another hanging request? You know that was quite odd. We dont typicaly get clientel with such niche interests.."
"Moxx, Shut your hole and bring me the rope or I'll use it on you next."
Moxxie hands Blitzø the rope along with some random climbing gear. Blitzø looks like a man whose bluff was just called.
"Just a hunch" said Moxxie and walked back to the table to continue cleaning his guns.