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[[Okay okay but guys consider: Chris as Steve Rogers and Josh as Bucky Barnes]]

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"H-help..." he repeated quietly. What could this human possibly do to help him? He didn't need help, and he certainly didn't want to leave. Trying to communicate without words was proving to be completely ineffective, so he reluctantly spoke, using the few words he could still remember. "Why? Don't...don't need it."

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Chris frowned and sat there, going completely still, thinking Josh was getting ready for an attack of some sort, relaxing after it didn’t come “Josh, cmon man, I’m your best friend. Just cause you’re not so human, doesn’t mean the deals off” he smiled at Josh, tilting his head to the side lightly “Come back over here? Please?”

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“It’s just a short walk. You’ll be fine. I’ve been coming up here since I was little. If a four-year-old can handle this path, so can you.”

 “You know that actually sounds believable, lets hope I don’t freeze to death! ”

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   “ Look, Josh, I’m all for hanging out and partying …but, here? It’s freezing cold up in these mountains! ”

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“No,” he answers honestly. “No, no, no, I’m definitely not okay.” His voice shakes, and his heart is pounding in his ears. Josh was never one to ask for help, but now, even he has to admit that he can’t handle this on his own. “They’re thinking of closing the investigation. The cops, they...they just came by, and they were talking to my parents, and...” he takes a deep, shuddering breath, forcing himself to continue, “they...they told them there’s basically no chance Hannah and Beth are alive at this point.” He doesn’t even try to force back the tears that start welling up and streaming down his cheeks. “Until now, I kept telling myself it’d be okay, you know? That somehow they’d find them, and bring them home,and everything would go back to normal,  but now...now, I-I can’t lie to myself anymore, and it feels like I’m losing my them all over again, and I can’t take it...” 

His grip on the phone tightens, and he sits down on the porch, wrapping his free arm around himself. “I don’t want to bother you or anything, but you’re the only one I could think of, Sammy. You’re the only one who understands. If it’s not a good time or anything, I get it, but if you can...c-could you please just come over or something? I really need somebody to be here right now.”

   Her foot bobs, tapping out an off-beat rhythm against her pillow along the way. There’s a book laid open on the bedspread before her and an indie playlist of one of Hannah’s favorite bands playing from the laptop on her desk, but the words �� written or sung — don’t register with her. Her mind remains elsewhere, wandering as her eyes skim the page to the distant tune of her parents wandering around downstairs.

   Sam yawns mid-flip, free hand coming up to cover her mouth, and she all but chokes on her own spit, jolting when her phone begins buzzing on the other side of the bed. Sam goes to reach for it but misjudges the distance and she’s all but lying on her arms. On the second ring she almost has it, fingers barely brushing it as her arm, half-asleep worms out from beneath her. She overshoots it, ends up knocking her phone clear off the foot of her bed, and she hisses both at the sound of her still vibrating phone hitting the floor and at the pins and needles shooting up to her shoulder.

   “Dammit,” she mutters, using her elbows to drag herself over to the side before pawing at hardwood. She ends up hanging half off the bed with another quiet curse, and she can feel her heart beat a little faster as she checks the ID. It isn’t dread that it’s Josh calling, of all people, but rather that everything comes flooding back them, and her unfocused mind suddenly zeroes in again. All the constant reminders start nagging at her — the scarf on her closet door is Beth’s, this song is one Hannah played on her birthday, there’s a picture of her with the twins on her bookshelf, Josh behind the camera.

   She takes a breath, realizing she doesn’t have all that long before the calling goes to voicemail, and slides her thumb across the screen, still hanging off the bed.

   “Josh, hey. Yeah, yeah I’m — Josh, are you okay?”

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“Well, my dad just made a shit-ton of money with his newest movie, and I’m pretty sure he’d be willing to pitch in a decent chunk of it to help the zoo. We could use it to help take care of the injured animals, and get them a better security system so things like this won’t happen again.”

“ it’s nothing, i’m totally fine ”

“Don’t lie to me, Sammy. I know you better than you think; probably even better than Hannah knows you. I mean, let’s be real, you guys tell each other everything, but she doesn’t usually pick up on stuff like this. That’s just not something she’s learned how to do yet, but I learned it ages ago, and you’re pretty damn easy to read when you know what to look for. Look, you’re obviously doing your best to hide it, but you’re definitely not fine, and I know it.” Josh replied, sitting down beside her. “Now, I’m going to ask you again, and I want an honest answer. What’s going on?”

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Slowly, hesitantly, he took a step forward with an unreadable expression. Nothing Chris was saying made any sense. Of course he wasn’t human. Why would he have even said such a thing? Did he want to evoke pity? Was he luring him into a trap? What was up with this boy, and why wasn’t he scared? 

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Chris frowned and sat there, going completely still, thinking Josh was getting ready for an attack of some sort, relaxing after it didn’t come “Josh, cmon man, I’m your best friend. Just cause you’re not so human, doesn’t mean the deals off” he smiled at Josh, tilting his head to the side lightly “Come back over here? Please?”

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After what feels like too long, Josh finally gets out of surgery. He wakes up in a hospital bed, hooked up to machines that he’s become far too familiar with over the years. Looking up slightly, he smiles at the sight of his best friend at the foot of his bed.

“See, Cochise? I told you I’d be fine,” he says with a smirk, hoping this won’t be as awkward as he expects it to be. He’s not good at handling situations like this. When his expression remains serious, he sighs, looking away. 

“Look, Chris...what you did...I mean, you saved my fucking life, and even if I’m not good at showing it, I just want you to know how much that means to me.”

“That’s… a lot of blood, Josh.”

“Yeah, yeah, I guess, but I’m fine,” Josh insisted, though his body language and shaking voice -not to mention the blood pouring from his open wound- said otherwise. Logically, he knew that getting help would be the best thing for him, but he hated it when people worried about him. He was the one who did all the worrying. It was his job to fuss over people, and it was well established that he didn’t want others doing the same to him. “Look, y-you don’t have to worry about me, Cochise. Not even one little, tiny bit. Like, I could go out and run a marathon right now.” He leaned against his best friend, struggling to stand on his own. “But…since there isn’t a marathon going on, I think…I think I might just lay down for a little bit. Not that I’m too hurt to keep standing or anything, though. It’s just…the ground just looks really comfortable.”

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Josh lets out a sigh of relief, smiling softly.

“Good. I don’t want to let her down, you know? She deserves better than that.”

Redirecting his attention to the bloody towel, he frowns again. 

“Damn, I really fucked myself up this time, huh? I look worse than some of the people in Dad’s movies. I mean, maybe it’s ‘cuz I know all the behind-the-scenes secrets or something, but fake blood just isn’t as scary. When it’s real, it’s just like wow, this is not supposed to leave the body, but there it is, and it’s not just special effects. You know what I mean?”

“That’s… a lot of blood, Josh.”

“Yeah, yeah, I guess, but I’m fine,” Josh insisted, though his body language and shaking voice -not to mention the blood pouring from his open wound- said otherwise. Logically, he knew that getting help would be the best thing for him, but he hated it when people worried about him. He was the one who did all the worrying. It was his job to fuss over people, and it was well established that he didn’t want others doing the same to him. “Look, y-you don’t have to worry about me, Cochise. Not even one little, tiny bit. Like, I could go out and run a marathon right now.” He leaned against his best friend, struggling to stand on his own. “But…since there isn’t a marathon going on, I think…I think I might just lay down for a little bit. Not that I’m too hurt to keep standing or anything, though. It’s just…the ground just looks really comfortable.”

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“It hurts,” he whimpers, glancing at the towel, which is already turning red. Beginning to grow confused and disoriented, he forces himself to focus, and keeps his eyes fixed on Chris. 

“Am I dying? I don’t want to die. Not yet. Too much to do...” He tenses, reaching out for something, anything, to grab onto. His breathing is shallow, and he’s growing so dizzy that he can barely focus. “I promised Hannah I’d be at her tennis match tomorrow. I promised, Chris...”

“That’s… a lot of blood, Josh.”

“Yeah, yeah, I guess, but I’m fine,” Josh insisted, though his body language and shaking voice -not to mention the blood pouring from his open wound- said otherwise. Logically, he knew that getting help would be the best thing for him, but he hated it when people worried about him. He was the one who did all the worrying. It was his job to fuss over people, and it was well established that he didn’t want others doing the same to him. “Look, y-you don’t have to worry about me, Cochise. Not even one little, tiny bit. Like, I could go out and run a marathon right now.” He leaned against his best friend, struggling to stand on his own. “But…since there isn’t a marathon going on, I think…I think I might just lay down for a little bit. Not that I’m too hurt to keep standing or anything, though. It’s just…the ground just looks really comfortable.”

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“Let him come,” Josh demands. “He’s pretty damn close to family, and I need someone familiar in here, or I’ll start panicking, and I assure you, that’s the last thing you want. Now, let him in.”

He looks over at Chris, then back to the EMT with barely concealed fear in his eyes. The initial shock from the fall has finally worn off, and he knows that in his current mental state, bleeding and surrounded by strangers, he'll almost definitely have a meltdown.

“Please.”

“That’s… a lot of blood, Josh.”

“Yeah, yeah, I guess, but I’m fine,” Josh insisted, though his body language and shaking voice -not to mention the blood pouring from his open wound- said otherwise. Logically, he knew that getting help would be the best thing for him, but he hated it when people worried about him. He was the one who did all the worrying. It was his job to fuss over people, and it was well established that he didn’t want others doing the same to him. “Look, y-you don’t have to worry about me, Cochise. Not even one little, tiny bit. Like, I could go out and run a marathon right now.” He leaned against his best friend, struggling to stand on his own. “But…since there isn’t a marathon going on, I think…I think I might just lay down for a little bit. Not that I’m too hurt to keep standing or anything, though. It’s just…the ground just looks really comfortable.”

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The gravity of the situation finally sets in, and Josh’s eyes widen as he glances down at his injury.

“Holy shit...” He looks back up at Chris with an unreadable expression on his face. “Shit, I could’ve fucking died...”

He reaches out for his best friend’s hand, needing something to keep him focused and grounded in reality.

“Fuck, man...this...this is bad, isn’t it? Like, really bad...”

“That’s… a lot of blood, Josh.”

“Yeah, yeah, I guess, but I’m fine,” Josh insisted, though his body language and shaking voice -not to mention the blood pouring from his open wound- said otherwise. Logically, he knew that getting help would be the best thing for him, but he hated it when people worried about him. He was the one who did all the worrying. It was his job to fuss over people, and it was well established that he didn’t want others doing the same to him. “Look, y-you don’t have to worry about me, Cochise. Not even one little, tiny bit. Like, I could go out and run a marathon right now.” He leaned against his best friend, struggling to stand on his own. “But…since there isn’t a marathon going on, I think…I think I might just lay down for a little bit. Not that I’m too hurt to keep standing or anything, though. It’s just…the ground just looks really comfortable.”

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“That 0.1% is the part that says you’ll call me crazy for thinking I can actually pull this off.”

“ it’s nothing, i’m totally fine ”

“Don’t lie to me, Sammy. I know you better than you think; probably even better than Hannah knows you. I mean, let’s be real, you guys tell each other everything, but she doesn’t usually pick up on stuff like this. That’s just not something she’s learned how to do yet, but I learned it ages ago, and you’re pretty damn easy to read when you know what to look for. Look, you’re obviously doing your best to hide it, but you’re definitely not fine, and I know it.” Josh replied, sitting down beside her. “Now, I’m going to ask you again, and I want an honest answer. What’s going on?”