An Hour Glass Of Memories

Quirk

Dabi stumbled in the door to the bar almost falling flat on his face. He was coughing and his coat was torn at the edges.

Compress looked up before going over to the man and sitting him down on the sofa. It was only him and Kurogiri here anyways, everyone else was doing something.

Dabi looked up completely disoriented and dizzy. His head was spinning and the room seemed to sway from side to side.

He could just about make out a blurry face in front of him,
"Compress...? What are you doing...?" He slurred. Compress sighed taking Dabis coat off of him and getting him a blanket since he was shivering from the cold.

He wrapped the blanket around the pyromaniac and started to talk,
"Dabi can i check for injuries? Is that ok?" He asked. Dabi looked at him utterly confused for a moment,
"M'fine... quirk... he's dead..." he muttered tiredly.

The magician quickly realised that the raven was too out of it to respond to his question. At first he tried to take him too his room without carrying him but when that became impossible, he decided it would be best to help him over there himself.

He managed to coax the man to lay down while he got him a temperature check and he could look him over to see if he had any injuries. He knew how prone he was to getting sick or hurt when he had a mission.

Dabi was not the most careful when it came to self-care or near death situations. Now this was no where near a 'near death' kind of thing but it wasn't exactly all fine either.

He went and got the first aid kit from the other room and pulled up a chair to start checking him for injuries.

Other then a few bruises and some minor burns nothing too bad. He treated the burns and the cuts that he had sustained and propped the man up with a pillow behind his head.
"Dabi? I'm going to check your temperature ok?" He said taking out the thermometer.

Dabi nodded slowly his eyes dull and his expression slightly more hazy then normal. Compress wiped the thermometer down before he put it in his mouth to check his temperature.

He couldn't risk a transmission of germs if he was already running some sort of fever or had caught something else.

Dabi laid there still as the room swayed in his vision. It was making him extremely nauseous to see the blurry room move to the beat of his heart. With every beat he felt the light hit the back of his eyes and It was giving him a headache.

He felt so cold yet he could feel the sweat starting to beat on his forehead. He could hear when Compress would tell him what he was doing but the words just seemed to morph together with how much his head hurt.

He could feel the glass of the thermometer in his mouth and every time it moved it clinked against his teeth. He had learnt before its best not to bite down on it no matter how much it bothered him.

Compress took the thermometer out of Dabis mouth and checked the temperature. He didn't see too much difference but he was warmer then usual.

Dabi normally ran at around 39-40 degrees Celsius however the thermometer showed currently he was running at 41.5. Not a huge difference and due to the fact Dabi had a fire quirk his idea of a fever was probably much higher then a normal persons.

He would just give him some medicine and hopefully he would be back to his usual self in a few days, that was all. He got up from his seat and went out to find some medicine for him to take.

Dabi laid staring at the ceiling as it rocked back and fourth in his vision. He felt incredibly dizzy and slightly uncomfortable with just how cold he felt.

He felt a burning in the back of his throat to cough but he knew if I did it would just hurt. It always hurt especially when he was sick to cough or sneeze because it normally pulled on his staples.