The Misunderstood Bash Brothers

Fulton -2

Eventually Connie was texted by Guy, and you got a call from..Dean??

Y/N: Dean? What's up? Wait- is Fulton ok?!...

Dean: he's asleep on the floor..help me get him up on his bed atleast....

Y/N: jeez you sound horrible..I'm on my way..

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Y/N opened the door to see Dean also mostly asleep on the ground, you felt bad but your focus was still on Fulton.

You slowly shoved him onto the bed and woke up Dean.

Y/N: *shaking Dean* dude get on your bed!

Dean: *groans in pain* I'm up..ugh I feel like I was ran over..

Y/N: just go lay down dude, uh, feel better soon!..

Dean: mhm..*flops onto his bed*

Y/N: *crawls into bed and cuddles up to Fulton* *looks at his face*

You could still see the red around his slightly puffed eyes, his cheeks still had tear stains. You were genuinely pissed at Coach Bombay for managing to make Fulton of all people cry. Sure you knew he was sensitive but never had it hit this hard.

When you shut your eyes you could feel him sink further down the bed and eventually lay his head on your chest/neck. You felt his arms reach up and wrap around your neck, making you hold him around his back.

Fulton: *whimpers a bit*

Y/N: *sleepy* mm..Fult..?

Fulton: my back...! God it hurts..! *hic* *cuddling as close as possible and clings onto her*

Y/N: sh..sh..where does it hurt..?

Fulton: my-my shoulders..! *sniffles* h-he made me c-crash-*hic* s-so..*hic* many- *hic* t-times..!! *shaking*

Y/N: baby I'm sorry I'm so so sorry...! *holding him tight* *kisses his head* *holding him up on her*

Dean: *stirrs and wakes up* Nngh..! *sighs and pauses* Fulton?!..bro is he-

Y/N: his back hurts..I heard you two had to crash a couple times...

Dean: tch..yeah..*grunts* god damn it..

Y/N: *strokes Fulton hair and back*

Fulton: *slowly calming down and starts to fall asleep*

Y/N: Babe..? Can I lift your shirt up?..I wanna check your back...

Fulton: *nuzzles closer* go for it...

Y/N: *gently lifts it up and flinches* oh my god...

There were huge purple splotches on the backs of his shoulders, stretching down to the middle of his back, when Y/N touched them, Fulton flinched.

Y/N: ...Dean turn around I need to see your back.

Dean: *groans and turns around in his bed*

Y/N saw the same deep purple splotches in similar areas as Fulton. You'd think the pads could work better..

She was ready to scream at Bombay for this, her boyfriend was crying, and bruised, because of Bombay's Greed.

Y/N: Fulton, Baby, in the morning were gonna get you some ice ok..? *gently stroking his back*

Fulton: *nods and nuzzles into her neck*