An Ice Pack for Your Sprained Wrist

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Both demons hyperventilate, covered in blood and bruises and other marks. The void is so dark yet bright simultaneously, their auras reacting to the other's angrily as their emotions swirl and ferment. "You seem to have more gusto than you usually do, Antisepticeye. Is it that you are-"

"Ow!"

"-Trying to compensate for something? Perhaps your innate lack of intelligence? Hm?"

"Ow!"

Dark wipes his hands on his pants and moves into his signature pose, hands folded behind his back. "Or perhaps you are still trying to prove to yourself that-"

"aaAh!"

"-You have even the slightest chance of ever beating me? You're so pathetic. The lowest-"

"ooowiee!"

"Will you stop that?!" Anti glitches and looks up from his wrist, that he has been rolling around and bending at Dark's sudden shout. During Dark's short monologue, Anti dropped onto the floor and focused his attention on checking out his wrist, which had very clearly been sprained. Anti stays silent, staring at Dark as his eyebrows slowly crease together as if they were saying, 'how dare you to interrupt me?' before going straight back to rolling and twisting it. Dark huffs and strides over to them, kneeling down onto his knee and grabbing Anti's wrist, stopping them from worsening the injury. "Do I need to make you a fucking cone hat? Stop. Doing. That."

"And?"

"What do you mean 'and'?! You could get arthritis. Then what will you do, hm?"

"Turn it off and back on again." They back-talk, earning a hard slap in the face. They hiss and try to bite Dark's arm, getting shoved back from Dark's hand wrapped around his wrist. "Ow!"

"God, you're a lot of work," They blink and appear in Dark's office, and the demon points to the couch in the corner. "Sit."

"I'm not a dog, Dark! You can't just tell-" Dark covers their mouth with his free hand and leans in and seethes, "Go. Sit... I'm not interested in your games, Anti." Said demon glitches back, shocked, and rolls their eyes as they turn and flop ungracefully onto the black leather couch. Dark goes to his desk, grabs a clear container from a bottom drawer, and leans over to the other side, opening a hidden mini-fridge and seizing something from that before striding back over to Anti, sitting on the couch in front of them.

Dark holds an empty hand out and makes a grabbing motion, to which Anti responds by lazily hi-fiving it, body relaxed into the corner of the sofa and head rested to the side. Dark sighs, "Give me your hand Anti..... Your other hand."

"Right." They swap their hands, and Dark turns and inspects it. "So what are you even doing?"

"Fixing your mistakes. As always." He grumbles as he opens the container and pulls out a tea towel. "I don't have ice but this should work temporarily until I get you a propper ice pack. I can assure you this will still work, just not as well."

"You realise I can just heal myself, right?"

"I know. I also know that you're stubborn and will continue to use it before it's healed properly." Anti chuckles in reply, "That's true," before they both stay silent for a while, Dark holding a cool ice pack to Anti's wrist with a tea towel.

"I'll go fetch you a propper ice pack." Dark states softly, resting the injured wrist onto the other's lap and standing up, brushing his suit and teleporting away into the shadows. After a few minutes of laying back silently, eyes closed, the cold air gently licked his buzzing skin. Dark returns, his freezing hands replacing the lukewarm ice pack with a fresh one. Anti flinches back, "aAhh that's fucking freezing you asshole! Put the thing around it!" Dark rolls his eyes wraps the tea towel around the new ice pack, and holds it to Anti's wrist. "Better?"

"Yes........" Dark raises his eyebrows, "What? Why are you staring at me?"

"You're not going to say thank you?" Their face scrunches up, and they scoff, "Why should I?"

"Because I'm preventing you from getting arthiritis?"

"I'm not thanking you for that. You're the one that sprained it in the first place."

"You're the one that was twisting and prodding at it." Anti glitches into a sitting position and moves closer as a challenge, "I was trying to see how bad it was. Which I wouldn't have to do if you didn't sprain it in the first place."

"You're lucky I didn't break it. I was in a perfect position too."

"You are now, too." They both stay quiet, stuck in a staring contest. Anti glares, and Dark keeps a suave air around him - practically nose to nose. "I suppose you're right. You should watch your attitude Anti otherwise I just might try."

"I'm too tired now anyway. Do what you want pomp-piss I'mma take a nap." They boop Dark on the nose and fall back down onto the couch arm, closing their eyes before wriggling lower to get more comfortable. "Seriously, Anti?"

"I'm very serious. When am I not serious? Never because I'm always serious." They dramatically lift their legs over Dark's lap and cross them over each other. "You know I have things I need to do, right?"

"Not anymore, you don't," They open one eye to look at the shade, who is looking down at them, back straight and head slightly tilted, allowing his black hair to fall over his left eye. Anti smirks and closes their eye again, "You gotta hold that ice pack you so insist on me needing."

"Hold it yourself."

"Nope. Now shut up and let me sleep." Dark sighs, exasperated, and leans his head back onto the leather couch, staring at the glitch for a while before closing his eyes, still holding the ice pack to their wrist. Eventually, both of their breaths even out, and they fall asleep.

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