Ow— ouch, that hurt, and Henry was only human. But, let’s be honest, he brought this on himself. And by this he meant the bruises after fighting Dr Minyak and his hot sidekick — Ray’s words, not his — Nurse Cohort, and of course his loving, beautiful girlfriend would be anxious upon seeing the cuts and bruises. Anxious, and very mad.

A pissed off girlfriend.

It meant he was practically shaking under the weight of your death stares as you cleaned him up— you knew he was Kid Danger, but did he have to be that careless? No, which was why you were staring down his injuries like you wanted to put a dagger through Minyak for hurting him. Not good.

And yes, he’d tried whatever he had in his arsenal to calm you down, giving you an apology kiss, letting you wear his hoodie, trying to briefly make out with you — that got shut down — and now he just knew you were a ticking time bomb. Only matter remaining was when you’d go off and how long.

“Hey, babe.” Henry’s voice was soft, looking up from his perch on the bed and sighing— it was his job, but yeah, he’s waiting with held breath. Nobody liked it when you of all people went batshit, it was the only time Ray couldn’t say he’s okay.

It was terrifying, he couldn’t lie, seeing the clench in your jaw, the flash in your eyes— shit, he had to do something quick, oh, Lord— God, that antiseptic hurt. “Don’t be mad.” His tone begged for forgiveness, it was his last hope. Otherwise he’d ask Charlotte to give his eulogy and not Jasper. Or Ray.

He was dead.