An Hour Glass Of Memories

Bad day

He walked in keeping up a steady pace toward his room even with his vision slowly starting to fade and black spots appearing.

He felt exhausted and his head was spinning as he opened the door. Someone called out from behind him but he completely ignored them. He would talk later right now he felt too tired, too sick and too in pain to do anything.

A thick bright red blood ran down his face from his lower scars and stained his shirt red. His lips were a pale blue and was being heavily contrasted by the blood.

He went over to his bed laying down which only worsened the pain in his stomach. He let out a small cry of pain and buried his face into the soft pillow.

His vision was still blurry when he looked up but it was the nausea he was worried about.

He felt like he might vomit if he tried to eat but he already had tried and had vomited outside of the base in a bathroom. Still, it was annoying that he couldn't.

Dabi heard his door click and open. He laid face down silently.

They came over sitting on the chair next to his bed and putting a warm hand on the back of his neck, presumably checking his temperature, or something.

He did feel quite warm actually, but he had only just realised.

His hair was fluffed up and messy and the dye was coming out but still the other took their hand off his neck and started to dry-tangle it. Dabi rolled onto his side when he began to feel slightly queasy and looked up at the other who he already knew was most likely Compress.

The others eyes widened and then calmed seeing how Dabi was curled up and seemed to be comfortable never mind the blood leaking down his face.

He took out some medical supplies and started to clean the wounds, much the the ravens dismay. Dabi squeaked as the cleaning alcohol being used stung at his scars and he tried to turn away but was stopped.
"Kid I've got to your bleeding come on."

Dabi huffed and sat up so the other could clean his cuts. Compress chuckled at the child's pouting face, "come on, it's not that bad. If it was you wouldn't be letting me get anywhere near you!"

Dabi couldn't argue with his logic. He wouldn't have ever let him get in the room if he thought it would've been that bad. He always hated the stinging sensation but he really hated when his scars were injured for so long that the next day he couldn't move or do anything from pain.

So he let him clean his wounds and ever let him take a look at his stomach injuries and clean them too.

He would have refused. He would have blatantly said no fucking way. But he couldn't deal with the sad look the other face when he was hurt and didn't want help.

He couldn't deal with that today.

When Compress took a look at the cuts and bruises on his stomach he had to take Dabis t-shirt off because as it was one of his not Dabis... it was very large on him.

He also did not want to get fabric touching the cuts and getting germs in them. That could've caused infection and then he would've been in a lot more pain then he already was.

Compress let the kid take it off though because that seemed less... awkward.

Whilst he was cleaning the cuts he noticed how very thin he was. His ribs stuck out and his stomach seemed to cave inwards instead of being flat or curving outwards.

It worried him. He was quite worried about how much he saw the other eating anyway, but if he was this skinny then that couldn't be good for his health.