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"Ugh... FUCK..!" Hank kneels over, holding his stomach. "Shit..." They couldn't do anything, they wished to just rip off their uterus.
Deimos heard everything and came to check on him, noticing that he's almost literally curled up on the floor.
"Woah! Dude, are ye okay?" Deimos got behind them and pat their back. "WHAT DO YOU FUCKING THINK??" Despite his response, they didn't slap him away nor anything as he usually would. "Just asked.." Deimos hugged him and held them close, making them be able to be curled up against him. "This.. is nice.." Hank thought out loud. Deimos blushed, smiling a bit since he was feeling proud that he could make them feel a bit better. "So.. uh, what's wrong? Did you get stabbed or?"
Hank shakes his head. "No, I got cramps. They feel fuckin' worse than being stabbed to be honest.." Deimos agrees. "Wait.. huh, cramps in your lower stomach?" Hank nods, "Somewhere there.." Deimos realizes what it is and holds his hand on Hank's stomach too. "It must hurt, huh?" Hank hums in agreement. "Don't worry I'm here for you and so are the others.." Hank knows, but they're still used to dealing with things mainly on his own so this care for him.. makes them feel way too embarrassed, but it's nice.
"Uh.. doesn't this kind of seem like that yer having my baby and we're both waiting for it or-" Of course, he HAD to eventually ruin the moment. "Fuck you.." Hank took his hand away from his stomach. "H-hey..! I was just joking!!" Hank knew he was, but something about it made them too flustered.
"I'm gonna go get some meds from Doc.."