ford pov:
soft hands rub my back as i lay on my side. the pillow under my head shifts and i open my eyes. my pillow in bills lap, his hair pulled up into a messy bun as he whispers soothing words to me his eyes closed.
i try to raise my hand and bill startles, he goes to hold my arm down before her opens his eyes. he lets out a pent up breath. "im glad your awake, are you ok, you didnt sleep well." he says as tears glint in his eyes. i pause then nod slowly.
"why do you look like you havnt slept at all though my muse?" i say my voice cracking to the point where i break down coughing mid sentence.
he looks uncomfortable, as he waits for my coughing fit to die down. " you were screaming and muttering in your sleep, i was barely able to keep you from hurting yourself in your sleep." he says, and i nod not trusting my voice.
he helps my up and my muscles are tense. "you were in acold sweat all night too, so lets get you a shower, ok, while you get washed up i make you some tea." bill says adjusting his night shirt and i see something that makes my heart drop.
"lift your shirt love." i whisper and he hesitates before reluctantly lifting it. his left hip has a bruise, a couple more larger bruises trail up his chest, none larger than my fist.
the chains finally let me go and i stumble forward. "you are weak. in every form of the word." his garbled voice chides. blood drips down my chest, what remains of my shirt is soaked in blood. i take a shaking step forward then another. i raise my fists and punch him. "YOU ARE NOT REAL!" i yell punching him several times before he grabs my wrist and snaps it.
"did i do this to you in my sleep?" i ask quietly and bill looks me in the eyes, his eyes searching mine.
"you didnt have control, i had sent stan to fidds before you started thrashing around. then you got up trying to go somewhere, i tried to guide you to bed and i guess i should have had some extra muscle. im ok though ford, please im ok." he says trying to pull his shirt down and i stop him.
i gently brush my fingers across them trying to determine the damage done and he winces. "come get cleaned up with me that way i can make sure you are ok. im sorry." i say as we head to the shower.
stanley pov:
"abolutely not! i have seen you driving! im not getting in the car with you driving just give me the keys!"fiddleford shouts at me as i roll my eyes.
"ooh come on, live life a little!" i say laughing as he stomps on my toes causing me to bend over to cradle my now hurt toes.
"thats why im driving idiot, i want to live." he says smug as he snatches the keys now that im not holding them over his head.
he walks past me to the front door. "oh quit being a baby and get your ass in the car." he laughs as i groan and follow him, surprised at how easily he called me out.
bill pov:
ford carefully examines my bruises while helping me to wash them so i dont push too hard.
i look up at him, a troubled expression on his face. i brush the water out of his face before i kiss him. he kisses me back and his hands hesitantly pull me a little closer, carefully avoiding the bruise on my hip.
he breaks the kiss to look me in the eyes. " i love you." he says before kissing me again.
ford pov:
the front door opens as im in the kitchen brewing a pot of coffee. fiddle ford and stanley walk into the kitchen following the smell, bickering about whos driving later. "hey sixer, glad to see your doing ok." stanley says relief on his face.
he goes to sit down and fiddleford pulls the dining chair from him, causing him to fall on his ass. "oh sorry were you using that?" he says a glint in his eyes as stanley looks up at him glaring.
"what could he have done fidd to make you this cheeky so eagerly?" i ask almost afraid of the answer.
fiddleford sits in his kidnapped chair and pretends to think hard before giving the idiot still on the floor the stink eye. "well it was about 4:30 in the morning when he decided to make it a proper sleep over and crawl into my bed with me. that was when he decided he wanted to talk till 5am. when he finally fell asleep, he started snoring, not worse than my exwife, but it still gets worse." he says pausing clear his throat. "he then proceeded to slowly push me out of my own bed." he finishes and i look at my twin in horror.
he looks up at me before looking away quickly. "you really need to uh, pay attention to the air vents by the way." he says finally getting off the floor as bill walks into the kitchen wearing fresh pjs.
fuzzy blue pants with little bees all over, and a black hoodie. He shuffles over to me and wraps his arms around my waist hugging me. i hug him and rub his back.
"oh can it stan i don't need to be reminded of your dramatic retelling." fiddleford says exasperated.
bill looks up at me and yawns. " go get some sleep now, ill be ok." i say kissing the top of his head and he nods into my chest before his hands glow, he hovers as he makes his way back to bed. once i hear the door shut i look at fiddleford and stanley.
"what do you mean?" i ask watching fiddleford bury his face in his hands and my brother turn a shade of pink.
"the vent to the guest room is connected directly to where the two of you went off to last night after i went to try going to bed." he says, giving me a knowing look. "i heard everything, not kidding. ford i swear, i didnt want to hear you fu-"
i raise my hands and wave them cutting him off. "i-i dont need any more information." i say my own face growing hot.
stanly sighs. " well it could be worse i guess." he says shrugging as i hand fiddle ford a cup coffee. " you could have been the one taking it in the ass from him so at least you have that going for you." he says as fiddleford snorts. "oh for fucks sake ford!" he shakes his head laughing to himself.