An Hour Glass Of Memories

Im not sick

The first thing that registered when he came to was the cold. The overwhelming dull coldness that made him shiver but not cold enough to make him feel numbed.

Fuck. That was his first thought. It was one of those days again was his second.

He curled into the blanket that was on top oh him. The one he had been given by the league so he didn't catch his death. Ironic wasn't it?

Here he was laid under a fluffy white blanket that was given to him so he didn't get sick and die and here he was, feeling sick and dying of the cold.

He pressed his face into the pillow searching for a stable warm temperature.

The second thing he registered was that his body hurt. It didn't hurt like he'd been stabbed though, more of an aching in every fibre of his bones. Just an aching he couldn't ignore.

When he realised hiding in his blankets and trying to find a warmth wasn't working he decided to get up.

He stood up still in his night clothes, (a hoodie and baggy joggers.) wrapping the blanket around him tight. He went over to his door and opened it going out into the hall. He just felt so very cold, and a little sick.

He stood in the hallway when he saw Compress get up to come over to him and then he stopped in front of the sick man.

Dabi was hazy to say the least. His brain felt like mush to be honest and he was in a cuddly mood. He hugged the magician resting his tired head on his shoulder.
"Ah, tired are we Dabi?" He asked hugging him back.

Dabi pulled away before he sneezed into his elbow. He let out a small groan pressing his face into the others shoulder.

Compress chuckled at the younger man's response to such a simple thing,
"Ah you caught something I assume?"  He said letting the other hide his face.

Dabi nodded quietly before having to pull away again and sneezing into his elbow.
"Ugh... s'too cold." He said standing in front of Compress swaying slightly.

He smiled at the man sympathetically before leading him back to his room and setting him down on the bed.
"Get comfortable because your going to be here until your better." He said ruffling the ravens hair.

Dabi couldn't quite explain what he felt when he had said that. He felt almost like he was taking advantage of him. Like he was just doing it for the fun of it.

He did only have a cold... he should be fine. Right? He would've been fine if he had gone out and done whatever tasks he had been set today, but he chose to feel bad for himself?

Compress walked out of the room to go make Dabi something for him to drink and to warm him up since he had said he was cold but Dabi sat there thinking.

He should've gone and done his tasks. He was just taking advantage of the situation right? He was absolutely fine, why was he still here?

Compress didn't have to take care of him if he didn't want to... but he was using it for something that didn't really matter. He wasn't sick, he was perfectly fine, just a cold.

He got up from his bed and went over to his closet quickly changing into something more suitable for outdoor wear and got ready to go.

He didn't need to be at home. He was fine. He was just fine. Right?

Compress walked in with a mug of tea for Dabi and stopped when he saw the man packing up.
"Hey what are you doing?" He asked confused. Dabi looked around.