An Hour Glass Of Memories

Sleep well

Dabi sat down at the dinner table with the rest of them and took a small sip of his water before eating anything.

He sat there awkwardly until the others began to eat before starting to eat small bites of his food. It was very simple for him.

Eat small bites don't get sick. Eat small portions don't get sick. Small was safe.

It was pasta for dinner and that was good. The thing that wasn't so good was that he had no idea if it had anything in it. Not in it as such but in the sauce or in the pasta itself.

He ignored the nagging thought that had shown up when he had started to eat that something tasted... funny. And instead carried on eating until he had finished.

He thanked Magne, who had made it, and washed his dish before retreating back to his cocoon in his bed. He curled up in his blanket wrapping it round him tightly. He was waiting until he got called to come play games with them all. Normally it was one of two nights.

Video games or board / card games.

He was terrible at video games - except for just dance which he was shockingly good at - but alright at board games. He really struggled with the rules and trying to read them since they weren't made for his reading stage but still he played the games.

Having to trust the others in assuring him he was playing correctly and they weren't just saying it because they felt pity for him was the hardest bit. Pity because he couldn't read of course.

Dabi was bad at video games but he was awful at card games. He couldn't figure them out. He had brilliant tactics but could not for the life of him figure out which numbers meant what and what the royal cards were.

He heard someone knock on his door. "Dabs? It's game time!" Toga chirped and he got up from his cocoon and opened the door.

He left into the main room with her planning to change later so he could wear these clothes again if he needed to.

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They were in the middle of a round of just dance when he started to feel quite sick. He felt a little nauseous and dizzy.

He finished the round and sat down on the sofa tapping out of the round. He sat next to Compress who was playing a game of cards with someone else.

He watched the game of card feeling a little better now he wasn't moving so much but still feeling incredibly ill.

He wondered, what had brought it on? He hadn't felt sick before dinner or in his cocoon and he didn't think he had eaten anything he shouldn't have eaten.

He hadn't even drank anything he shouldn't have drank.

He decided it would be best to sleep it off so he got up going into his room. He pulled on one of the others T-shirts which he had stolen, most likely when sick, and cocooned himself again.

He got comfortable and wiggled into a warm and cozy little space in his covers.

He closed his eyes yawning and fell fast asleep within minutes of doing so.

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He woke up feeling horrible. Everything hurt.

His head, his stomach, his arms. His body had a dull ache to it and that -paired with the nausea and a pounding in his skull- made him want to scream out in pain.

He sat up rubbing his eyes and getting up. He checked his phone. 1am. Everyone would be fast asleep.

He left his room going into the bathroom. He turned on the shower, he was going to cool himself down so he didn't overheat.