An Hour Glass Of Memories

Your ok kid

He woke up coughing, practically choking and sat up. Once he finished his throat was sore and his stomach felt awful. He hiccupped putting a fist over his mouth.

He did not feel well.

In fact he felt like he might puke. He got up from his bed going over to the closet and changing into something less creased but still comfortable and if he did get sick he wouldn't care about too much.

He left his room his stomach still hurting and rubbed his eyes.
"Dad...?" He mumbled looking round the main room. No one was there. It was completely empty. By now he had begun to feel quite nauseous.

He sat down on the sofa not sitting back but slouching and taking a few deep breaths.

In, out, in, out.

He sighed feeling just as shitty as before it having not worked in the slightest. He hiccupped again sitting upright.

He got up from his seat going to the bathroom and locking the door behind him. If someone came home and needed him they could open it but it would take a little bit of work.

He felt increasingly nauseous as he leaned over the toilet bowl still taking deep breaths. He hoped it would settle his churning stomach.

It didn't.

He just felt worse. A lot worse.

He sat back trying to steady himself a little but his stomach did a somersault and he leaned back over throwing up some of the contents.

He tried to suppress a gag failing miserably and puking into the toilet once again. A line of saliva dangled from the corner of his mouth refusing to move.

He let out a loud groan as he felt his head go to that swimming state again. The same one he had felt too many times before.

He felt even worse as a round of bile came up and out of his mouth once again leaving an acidic taste behind.

He sat there for an hour occasionally contemplating calling someone for help but either choosing against the idea or getting distracted by the ever growing pain.

After he threw up once more he sat back again. He moved his legs from a kneeling position to a slightly more comfortable crossed legs positions. It wasn't the best but it would do.

He picked up his phone from the side of the bathtub next to him and typed out a very misspelled message to Compress.

It read,
'pls help wpke up suck to tred'
What he meant to type was
'Please help woke up sick to tired' However his head was far to cloudy for spelling.

Compress heard a ding from his phone and he took it out his pocket. It was from Dabi.

All he needed to read was please help and he was already on his way back to base. He had assumed he was sick again when he had woken his up earlier and he had seemed very out of it. He had taken his temperature but he wasn't running a fever when he checked.

He thought it must've been something the other man ate last night. What did they have again?  The thought ran through his mind as he walked back to the base.

Suddenly he remembered. They had eaten take-out that night from a new Chinese place down town. Well it couldn't have been food poisoning then since no one else got sick, it must have just been Dabi.

In all fairness he did have a weak stomach and could just barely handle any food at all. However in his defence it wasn't his fault, years of very very limited diet and constant control over his calories did make him prone to it.

He got home soon after. He quickly went over to the bathroom door and knocked gently,
"Hey Dabi? Are you ok? Can I come in?" He asked trying the door to find out it was locked.

He heard Dabi groan from the other side and someone vomit. He then heard a strained voice from him,
"Yeah... can you jiggle the lock? I might make a mess if I move from here..." he sounded like every word hurt his throat.

Compress carefully picked the lock and managed to open the door. On the bathroom floor was the raven who had his hands wrapped around his stomach and his hair in front of his face dangling in his eyes.

He heaved and spat up something before lapsing into a coughing fit. His whole body shook with every cough and he ended up trembling violently when he stopped.

Compress took off his coat putting it round the raven, draping it over the man's shoulders, and sitting next to him. 
"Oh kid, your going to be just fine." He said soothing the other.

Dabi didn't look at him. He felt pathetic sat on the floor in front of him sick. And kid? Was he like a child to him? It just felt so wrong to be cared for. It just didn't sit right with him.

Compress noticed the man's tense demeanour and rubbed his back careful not to hurt him,
"Hey kid, what's up? You still need to go?" He asked. The other felt tears prickle at his eyes.

He felt so weak. So useless and stupid. He should've never called. Yet some part of him still wanted to let himself fall into the other and just rest.

He stayed sat up however. Keeping his breathing steady and paced.
"Hey kid, can you look at me?" He asked rubbing in between his shoulder blades.

The other begrudgingly turned to look at him. He had tears slowly running down his face; He kept his head down.

The magician noticed the tears falling onto the black and white tile and his expression softened to one of confusion and sympathy.
"Dear what's wrong? Does something hurt?" He asked lifting the others chin so they were looking at each other face to face.

Dabi refused to make eye contact as he spoke,
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." he mumbled. The other looked at his sad features and carefully chose his words,
"Kid you have no reason to be sorry, these things happen."

Dabi carefully studied his face for signs of lying and he found non. The other seemed genuine in the fact that it was ok.

Compress opened his arms for a hug and the other fell into him. He pressed his head against his chest feeling him breathe.

Comforting arms wrapped around him soothing his worries and letting him melt into the touch. Every part of him was screaming for him to just let go and fall asleep.

He wouldn't just yet though, he wanted to savour it. Keep it for as long as he could and have every moment as a comforting memory,

He wanted to just be.

His breathing was no longer ragged which seemed to be a good sign in Compresses eyes. He had offered the man a hug and the other had collapsed onto his which he accepted by pulling him into a tight hug.

He let the man rest, his head on his lap now as he ran his fingers through the others hair.

As he started to head the others get home he gently shook the man.
"Hey kid do you want to go to your room?" He asked knowing the league would have questions otherwise.

Dabi nodded sitting up, almost immediately wanting to lay back down and have that comfort again but he knew he couldn't.

He instead got up, cleaning up before going back to his room with Compress.

He laid down on his bed longing for that sense of touch again. He sort of hoped he would be offered it again. It was nice.

Compress noticed the other fidgeting a lot and smiled slightly,
"Do you want a hug kid?" He asked opening his arms for the other to curl up on him.

Dabis eyes lit up and he got up, resting his head on the others shoulder hugging him as well. Compress chuckled at the quick responce and carefully de-tangled the others hair.

The playing with his hair made it almost impossible for Dabi to not fall asleep immediately. He laid there quietly snoring as the other got asleep the knots out of his birds nest of hair.

Compress smiled seeing the other so calm again and let the other stay curled up on him and hugging him.