Died Again

Broken was abruptly woken up from his peaceful nap by his phone going off. He grumbled and squirmed around under the blanket in search of the racket, poking his head out to see Remus holding up his phone. “It’s work.” “Tell ‘em I died again…” Broken hid back under the covers. “He died.” Remus answered the phone. Broken half heartedly listened to the conversation before being dragged back out of his cozy cave. “What…?” He whined. “‘M sleepin’…” “it’s work.” Remus kissed his cheek and handed him his phone. “What…?” He answered the phone.

“Nice to see you too.” Anubis said. “I know you’re still on medical leave for the time being, but-“ “‘m good to go in if you need…” he sat up. “No you’re not.” Remus took his hand. “I didn’t think you were feeling that chipper already.” They said. “But if you’re feeling up to it we do have an older job you could take. I just needed you to come in and sign off on some paperwork.” Broken groaned and slid down the couch. “Didn’t Reem tell you I died…?” “He did, I didn’t believe him.” Anubis clicked around their computer. “Do you want this job or no-“

“Yeah I’ll go in for that paperwork…” he squirmed free of his cozy spot.

”And where are you off to Mr Dead?” Remus asked. “I gotta sign that paperwork, longer I ignore it more work ‘m gonna have when I get back ‘nd all…” he kicked his shoes on. “And how exactly are you getting there?” He asked. Broken pat around his pockets and held out his keys. “You’re not driving yet, you still need to get used to your leg. And heal.” He scolded. “Then somebody else c’n drive me…” Broken flicked his tail. “I’ll take him.” Bolt stood up. “Do you even know where we’re headed…?” He flicked his ears. “No, but you can show me.” He said. Broken trudged over to the couch. “You sure I can’t drive me self…?”

”Very sure.” Remus reached up. “If you do you’ll be putting pressure on your leg and it’ll start hurting after a while. And you should go easy on your hip.” “Leg hurts after a while anyway, ‘m old…” he purred. “Then you shouldn’t be doing anything to make it hurt more.” Remus pecked his lips. “Yes doc…” he teased. “If you hurt yourself I’m not putting you back together.” He kissed his cheek. “I won’t get hurt…” Broken purred. “If you do you’re dead, you hear?” He pulled back and fixed his jacket. “Loud ‘nd clear…” he smiled. “that goes for you too.” Remus looked over to Bolt. “He gets hurt and it’s your head.”

They got bundled up for the cold weather at their mother’s request and headed out. “Do you know how to drive this…?” Broken asked as he slowly stumbled down the front ramp. “I can drive manual.” Bolt hovered behind him. “Then hurry up ‘nd start it, I don’t need help I need a warm seat…” he dug out his keys. “Are you sure?” He asked. “Piss off ‘nd start the truck…” Broken tossed his keys over his shoulder. “I ain’t gonna fall over ‘nd die if you ain’t standin’ behind me, at least be useful…” he opened his mouth to protest further but gave up fighting and went to start the truck.

Broken made his way across the icy driveway and finally climbed into the enger seat. Bolt started the truck and slowly pulled out of the driveway. “She ain’t gonna bite…” he teased after a short while. “I’m not worried about that, I’m worried it’s going to fall apart any second now.” He held onto the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. “She won’t, I’ve tried…” Broken kicked the underside of the glovebox. “She’s survived more crashes’n I want mom to know about, you’ll be fine…” he didn’t seem convinced in the slightest after Broken’s speech, if anything he held the wheel a little tighter.