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Robert really, REALLY should have known better, especially when Flambae literally told him not to work out without a spotter when he first joined, but he just wanted to complete one more set before going home for the day when everything had gone wrong. The gym was completely empty, which was perfect for Robert. He preferred it that way. However, right now, he kind of wished someone else was here.
“Come on, come ON!” Robert hissed as his arms shook violently.
He was so close to hooking it back up, but no matter how much he pushed, he couldn’t get it any higher. He was starting to panic as the bar began to sink, despite his best efforts, his arms struggling to keep it raised. Eventually, his arms gave out and the bar slammed into his chest, making him gasp.
“Fuck!” Robert coughed, struggling to breath.
Robert squirmed, trying to push it up again when he heard footsteps. He hoped it would be some kind hero who would help him out and keep quiet about this little mishap, but his luck wasn’t that good.
“Hey, bitch! What did I tell you about working out without a spotter!” Flambae demanded as he walked over, duffle bag over his shoulder.
“H-Help!” Robert managed to choke out.
Flambae cursed loudly as he dropped his bag and rushed over to grab the bar. He pulled it back up and hooked it as Robert blinked the spots from his eyes.
“You dumb fucking bitch! What were you thinking!” Flambae snapped as he moved to Robert’s side, his eyes scanning over Robert’s body.
“I-I was trying… to finish one more set.” Robert said between gasps.
“Yeah and you almost crushed your fucking lungs, you dumb bitch! Now let me see.” Flambae huffed.
Robert shook his head as he sat up.
“I-I’m ok. Thanks, Flambae.” Robert said with a small smile.
Flambae crossed his arms as he stood up.
“Absolutely not. Take off your jacket so I can make sure you didn’t break something like the stupid Normie you are.” Flambae snapped.
“I promise I am ok.” Robert insisted.
Flambae’s eyes narrowed.
“As if I believe that after the darts the other day, bitch boy! Now, open your damn jacket or I will burn it off you!” Flambae demanded, his fist catching fire.
Robert huffed and reached up to unzip his hoodie because honestly he didn’t have another one and he really liked this one. Faintly, something did shift under his skin weirdly, but he ignored it. He unzipped the jacket fully before pulling it open.
“See? I’m fine.” Robert stated.
Flambae grumbled something under his breath that Robert didn’t hear before reaching out to press against his skin. Immediately, something gave away under his fingers, making both men freeze.
“Oh… I guess I did break something.” Robert said.
“YOU GUESS!” Flambae yelled, small flames appearing on his shoulders and arms.
Robert shifted his shoulders and they could see his one rib moving independently of the others. Flambae almost wretched.
“That’s it! That is it, you fucking bitch ass Normie! I am taking you to the fucking med bay!” Flambae snapped.
Robert blinked.
“I mean, it’s not like they can fix it. They are just going to wrap them up. I can do that myself.” Robert replied.
Flambae’s eye twitched violently and Robert got the feeling he was about to meet his maker if he pissed Flambae off anymore. Deciding that the best course of action right now was just to listen to Flambae and not end up as a burn mark on the gym floor, he nodded.
“Ok, ok, let’s go.” Robert sighed as he got up.
Flambae grumbled, but held an arm out behind Robert’s back to catch him if he fell or collapsed or something equally as stupid. Together, they shuffled their way down to the med bay. The doctor, who happened to be standing by the elevator doors with her purse already in hand, just sighed long and hard when she saw Robert coming.
“Mr. Robertson, what can I help you with today?” she asked.
Robert winced and pulled his hoodie open, where his rib was clearly starting to poke out. She looked completely unimpressed.
“I might have injured myself while working out.” Robert admitted.
“Might? Bitch, I can see your rib sticking out!” Flambae snapped.
Robert rolled his eyes as the doctor turned around, already putting her purse down.
“Well, come along then. Let’s get it wrapped up.” the doctor said.
“Right.” Robert turned to Flambae.
“You can leave if you want to. I know you wanted to work out. Sorry I took up your time.” Robert said.
“Just go get checked out, bitch.” Flambae snapped as he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall.
Robert nodded and disappeared into the room with the doctor. Flambae waited until the door closed before he pulled out his phone and started to text the side group chat that didn’t include Robert lovingly titled “Z-Bitches”.
FlameAss: Bob Bob is in the med bay
Flambae winced as his phone started to go off with various notifications.
LightsOut: OH WHAT THE FUCK
Short_stuff: Ah geez, not again
Invisibitch: MOTHERFUCKER
ScaryAssassinBitch: Did you and Robert finally work your issues out?
Batboner: Ohhh I want to see the footage. Does the gym have good cameras?
Red_Portals: I hope you didn’t hurt him too bad.
LightsOut: Yeah, you fucking idiot. We need him!
FlameAss: I DIDN’T DO SHIT
FlameAss: THE FUCKER TRIED TO BENCH MORE THAN TRIPLE HIS WEIGHT
FlameAss: If anything, he owes me for saving his scrawny twink ass from being crushed
FlameAss: But he did break a rib
Short_stuff: Fuck. That hurts like a bitch. I would know
ScaryAssassinBitch: I have broken many ribs
ScaryAssassinBitch: Both mine and others
ScaryAssassinBitch: It is unpleasant
FlameAss: Yeah, well he’s getting it wrapped now
LightsOut: Good, stay with him until he’s done
Invisibitch: But we might need to be more careful with him.
Batboner: Can we put him in like a bubble or something?
Batboner: I feel like that’s the only way to keep him from getting injured
Soon, all sorts of ideas were being thrown around in the chat. Everything from putting him in a human sized hamster ball to locking him in a padded room with only the SDN computer and Beef. Flambae rolled his eyes as he put his phone away, no longer willing to deal with their stupidity. But they weren’t wrong. Maybe it was time to keep a closer eye on their dispatcher.