Allergies pt 2

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When he woke up he was along in Compress's r room. He was laid out of the bed and he felt tired. Really really tired.

When he sat up he felt a sharp pain in his stomach and doubled over gasping. He let out a small groan as the pain subsided and he sat up again.

The blotches had spread from being spaced out over his stomach and arms to all over them with little room in between each one and they hurt like hell.

He stood up almost falling down again when he felt how weak his legs were. He felt dizzy as he walked toward the door opening it and going out into the hall.

His face was warm and red Which was quickly noticed by Compress when he went over to check the man.
"Dabi are you ok?" He asked as he watched the raven bury his head into his coat.

Dabi yelped when he felt someone press down on his arm a little too hard.
"Ouch..." he mumbled hugging the other. Compress ruffled the man's hair guiding him carefully back to his room and sitting him on the bed.

Dabi refused to let go when Compress tried to pry him off to lay him down and instead clung on to his coat liking the cool feeling the other gave off.
"Dabi you've got to let go." He said trying to get the man off of him.

Dabi shook his head pressing his face against the cold surface of his coat.
"No..." he mumbled.

He started to speak again but hiccupped and covered his mouth turning away.
"Hic- dad- think I'm gonna be sick-" Compress sat the man up bringing the bin up to him mouth before he hiccuped again spitting up a thin line of bile.

Compress gently rubbed Dabis back as he was ill into the bin once more. Dabi finished before leaning for support onto the other and curling up on his lap.

Compress put down the bin running his fingers through the ravens hair.
"Your all ok... don't worry dear, I've got you." He said petting the man's hair.

Dabi looked up half asleep mumbling something before deciding it was best left unsaid and curled right back up on his lap yanking his blanket over him so it would be nice and warm again.

He just felt so shitty.

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