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It was another late night at the daycare. Like usual Dottore was running late and his kids were running wild.
Scaramouche was chasing Childe around in a fit of anger well Rosa was reading.
I had realized that Scaramouche had a huge temper especially around his brother. He also was very anti-social. The only person he socialized with asides from his siblings was Mona.
There was a light knock on the door and I shot up from my spot.
I hurried on over and opening up the door a man almost fell in. I recognized him immediately and held onto his shoulder to keep him steady.
"Are you alright?"
He pushed off of me and dusted his clothes off.
"Yes I apologize it seems I'm just tired."
The kids stopped running around and came running towards him.
He steady himself and turned his attention to the kids.
"Grab your stuff we've got to get going. I'm sorry I always seem to be late."
The kids zipped by and hurried to get their stuff from their cubbies.
"Its alright I don't mind."
I kept my eyes on him.
Dottore didn't look too well. He didn't just look tired he looked exhausted. I was a bit worried now. He was hiding it well on his face but not enough.
"Do you need to sit down for a few minutes?" I asked looking around for a chair.
"No its alright really—"
There was a crash.
I whipped my head back and Dottore had stumbled once more. His hand gripped the bookshelf but he couldn't stay up. His eyes fluttered shut and his body collapsed to the ground.
Adrenaline raced through me as I ran towards him. My first instinct was to check his pulse.
He was still breathing.
The kids came running after the crash and Childe let out a shriek.
"Old man." Scaramouche mumbled not so concerned.
I placed a hand over Dottore head. He seemed to have a high fever but his heart rate seemed too fast. Something else was wrong with him but what?
I scanned his body and noticed something different. His usual white shirt had a stain of red.
I opened up his jacket and began to unbutton his shirt. When I peeled it open there was a wound. It was right in his side and blood was gushing out.
"Rosa in the closet by the washroom at the top theres a black case bring it."
Rosa dashed off for the bathroom and I did his shirt back up. I put one hand under his legs and the other under his back. Using all my strength I picked Dottore up off the ground and moved him to one of the couches.
I stretched my back out.
Damn it had been a long time since I carried someone like that.
Rosa returned quickly and I took the case from her hand.
I had felt like I was overthinking when I decided to keep this here but now I felt like I wasn't. I opened up the case and it had all sorts of medical supplies in it.
I took the saline and a roll of bandages out.
"Hold this." I gave Rosa the bandages and placed the saline on the floor.
I removed his shirt and coat throwing it to the ground. The blood was staining the couch now but that was the least of my worries. I took the bandages back from Rosa and began to wrap around the wound. I needed the bleeding to stop before I could do anything more.
When it was wrapped enough I pulled at the bandages to tighten and then tie then.
The kids seemed to be panicking now. Scaramouche might have not cared when he fell but the moment he saw blood you could see the worry.
"W-Will he die??" Childe sniffled.
I shook my head.
"Don't worry he'll be alright I promise."
After a bit of waiting it seemed the bleeding finally stopped. When it was safe I unwrapped the bandages and began to apply the saline and ointment.
I placed a hand on his heart. It had calmed a bit.
His wound was redressed and stitched up. Rosa went to get a warm washcloth. When she returned I placed it on his head and looked down.
His chest was moving slowly up and down.
He wouldn't die not today.
But now it seemed I had more questions than answers.
"Where did you learn to do that?" Rosa asked curiously.
I took in a small breath.
"Ah it was something I picked up along time ago."
This was also one thing I never imagined doing again. One thing I didn't want to do again. The last time I had done this it was too close.
I took another glance at Dottore and then at the clock.
