Skephalo fluffed

'~Healing day~'

Warnings : Wounds and not real instructions on treating a wound.

Skeppy p.o.v

I woke up to a pounding in my head. 'What time is it?' I squinted at my bedside table and saw that it is 6.00. I knew I had to get up, but when I sit up, the pounding in my head got worse and I felt like someone threw a brick directly at my head. I got dizzy quickly and lay back down. 'Ughh, I really don't want to get up, but I promised bad, I would make breakfast today.' So, I got up anyways and went downstairs to make breakfast.

I got the sausages and eggs from the fridge and placed the pan on the stove. I turned on the heat, splashed a small amount of oil and cracked 2 eggs on the pan. I waited whilst grabbing 2 plates from the cabinet, but my headache got worse and I lost my balance for a split second.
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'Oh no.'

Bbh p.o.v

'Huh?' I was startled awake by a loud crash coming from down stairs. I was still in a sleepy trance to process the sound. I then realised, 'Skeppy?' At that moment, I ran down the fleet of stairs like a person late to work.

I looked around to find Skeppy on the floor with ceramic shards, but what caught my eye the most was the one large shard that stuck to his arm.

Skeppy p.o.v

I fell and broke the plates, I felt my arm sting and looked down to see a shard pierced in my forearm. 'Shoot, I hope Bad hasn't woken up yet, he will panic.' Right after the thought crossed his mind, he heard a door slam open and footsteps seemingly running downstairs. 'Welp, I guess that is done.'

I looked up from my arm to see bad stare at me in fear and concern. "Oh my goodness, Skeppy what happened!?" Bad exclaimed. "Hehe oops?" I said nervously. Immediatly after saying that, he picked me up and carried me to the bathroom. I was about to complain on the way there but, the headache didn't pass and got unbearable and my stomach was also starting to hurt.

When we got there, he placed me on top of the toilet seat whilst he searched for the first aid. I whined in discomfort when he recieved the aid. "Baddddd," I whined. "I'm here geppyyy." Bad copied. He first took out a pair of tweezers and carefully pull the glass shard out. It was very painful and I had to bite my lower lip to supress a  scream.

It took 10 minutes for bad to finish bandaging my wound and carried me back to the bedroom. In the middle of aiding my wound, I told him I wasn't feeling well and he also made me take pain killers and drink lots of water. When he took my temperature, he just got even more worried and wouldn't leave me to go to bed alone. (Which I don't mind, infact happy about.)

We cuddled and he would rub my stomach everytime it hurt. Eventually, I drifted of to sleep and so did bad a few minutes later.

Lets just say, the eggs were burnt a long time ago.