Yet I feel my heart is aching

[gamma_bitch]

WHO: Betty Ross and Bruce Banner
WHERE: Bruce's Lab-partment
WHEN: Tonight! Whee!
WARNINGS: Hideousness and sadness and probably swearing
SUMMARY: Betty has a fever and Bruce is back from the dead! :D
FORMAT: Quicklog!

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[hulkkeysmash]

[ It takes the better part of two hours to get Kitty to stop trailing him like a puppy with anxious tendencies. He has to tell her that he needs to go back to his lab and see if any of the things that he was running before his untimely death have fallen apart---and really, just remind himself what he was working on. It's been many months for him, an uncomfortable amount of time to be away.

Everything is where he left it, though. Kitty wasn't lying when she said she'd kept all of his things in order. Bruce sheds heavy winter clothing in his wake, far too warm to stay in the things he'd worn in Tibet ]

[gamma_bitch]

[Betty stirs at the sound of the door opening and closing, turning her head toward the other side of the room, vision still hazy. She's too hot under the blanket she curled up under the night before but she can't find it in her to throw the covers off just yet.]

Kitty, is that you?

[hulkkeysmash]

[ he almost jumps out of his skin when something shifts under the blankets of his cot---he'd been about to shrug off the rest of his clothes and drop into bed for a couple of hours of well-deserved rest. There's someone in his bed, though---Betty. He recognizes the thin reedy voice and her tangle of reddish-brown hair immediately.

But she sounds off. She---smells off. Bruce always startles himself when he realizes that he knows something like that ]

...Betty?

[ Bruce kneels beside his cot, putting his palm to her forehead. She's burning up ]

Oh. Oh jesus.

[gamma_bitch]

[Her sleepy eyes get round and wet as he kneels next to her, the most miserable moan coming out of her. Not this again, not him again. It just makes it worse. Every time she realizes right away that he's not real, but she'll let herself be convinced... and then she wakes up and it hurts just as much all over again.]

Bruce... no...

[...and then he touches her forehead. His hand is blessedly cold and she sighs at the touch, then shudders as she realizes she shouldn't feel him physically touching her if she's dreaming. With painful effort she moves her closer arm - the swollen hurting one, just enough to clutch the front of his sweater. He smells like cold air and Kitty's perfume, with a hint of 'barn' in there somewhere. Her inner hulk self GROWLS and pushes her to talk again.]

... are you really here?

[hulkkeysmash]

[ she's sick. The thought hits him like a punch to the gut, nauseating. Betty reaches out to touch him and he gets a look at her shoulder---it's grossly swollen, injured somehow. The raging, possessive monster that hovers just under his skin now rears up and bellows at the thought of someone harming her.

Bruce can barely keep the snarl out of his tone as he takes her other hand and squeezes ]

I'm here. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have left you. What---who---who did this? Where are you hurt?