Maybe I am

Dont Worry about it, Hippie

TW: this will include mention of blood and mention of gore
(this will also have like a little bit of slight NSFW so beware-)

Larry was sitting in the passenger seat of Janice. Steve was driving home with a worried expression. "Wanna go out for dinner?" Steve asked, finding a parking spot for the apartment building. "Maybe, I don't feel really good" Larry said, walking with Steve up to the apartment. Once they got there, Larry collapsed into Steve and started sobbing. Steve put his hand on Larry's back and kissed his forehead trying to comfort him. "shh, it's ok, you'll be alright". "I'm just fucking losing them all" Larry said through his cries. Neither of them had realized the apartment door was still open. A woman was walking up the stairs and was now giving them a dirty look. Steve did something he never thought he would ever do and flipped off the woman and kissed Larry again. She walked away quickly after that. Steve moved to close the door, then moved his attention back to Larry. Steve started to rub his back in a comforting way. Then he felt something. "Whats on your back" Steve asked. Larry didn't answer. "Can I look". Larry weakly nodded. Steve shifted so he was behind Larry and lifted up the back of his shirt. There was what looked like a screw in his back. The skin around it was bruised and bleeding at some parts. "What the hell" Steve muttered moving back to the front of Larry. "Who the fuck did that" Steve said as he moved Larry's head up so he could look at him. "I did, I guess" Larry said. "I was cleaning up some dropped screws on the floor but the floor was wet and I fell on one. It impaled my back and dug fabric from my shirt into my skin. I had to quickly change but I couldn't get it out. It realky doesn't hurt that much". Larry flinched when Steve touched his back. "We have to take you to a hospital" "Steve don't you fucking dare do that" "there is a screw in your back!" "and a hospital is too expensive!". Steve and Larry just looked at eachother. "Then I'm doing it here. Larry take off your shirt" Steve said as he got up and went to wash his hands. Larry blushed but took off his shirt, grimacing when the fabric pulled against the screw. Steve came back minutes later with tweezers, a first aid kit (with a surprising amount of medical equipment in it) and hydrogen peroxide. Steve took Larry into his arms until laying him over his legs. "Brace yourself" Steve said. Larry took a deep breath and held it. Steve took the tweezers and started to dig out from between the screw and Larry's back. Larry almost screamed. Steve gave him a towel. "You can bite down on it" Steve said. Larry put the towel in his mouth and bit it hard as he felt pulling at his skin. Steve kept trying to get the screw up with the tweezers. "This is going to hurt" Steve said before quickly pulling the screw out with his hands. It was covered in blood. He saw Larry shake slightly. He took the peroxide and started to put small bits of it over the wound. It started to fizzle. Steve took out more disinfectant and covered the bruised area with it, using more peroxide on the small hole in Larry's back. Luckily, the screw was short, so nothing was internally bleeding. It hadnt even touched Larry's spine. "I'll have to give you stitches" Steve said, picking up a lighter and a needle. He started to disinfect the needle. Once satisfied, he picked up (somehow owned) medical thread. He didn't own the proper needle for stitches, but he managed. He stitxhed the small hole until it was closed. "Done" Steve said, picking Larry up and laying him down on the air mattress. Larry still kept the towel in his mouth. The pain from being stitched without any sort of numbing was unbearable. Tears were in his eyes. Steve came back minutes later, sitting on the mattress next to Larry. "Can you sit up?" Steve asked, putting his hands on Larry's face and head. Larry tried to get up to sit and almost failed, but grabbed onto Steve's shoulders for support. "Sorry I didn't have anythibg for numbing. I have this for painkiller though. Strongest stuff I have" Steve handed Larry the small medicine cup of liquid. Larry downed it immediately. He kissed Steve's cheek. Steve put his hands on Larry's lower back to hold him, pretty much holding him by the hips. Larry started to kiss Steve's face all over, not giving him a second to say anything. He kept kissing his face until finally kissing him on the mouth. He held on tight to Steve's shoulder while kissing him. It slowly just turned into making out. Steve started to lean back, pulling Larry down on top of him. He took one of his hands off his hips and started to undo his ponytail. Larry moved his hands to behind Steve's head and held him tight. He rubbed his hands against the soft hair. Steve grabbed his hips and started to run his hands down Larry's legs. Larry then quickly pulled away from the kiss, only to start kissing Steve's neck. He got mostly fluff in his mouth, but only cared about thanking the cloud. He felt Steve's hands move to the back of his head, holding him to his neck. Larry kept rubbing the long hair while making an attempt to leave a mark on the clouds nonvisible skin. "Holy shit..." Larry heard Steve mumble. After a few more minutes of Larry attempting to give the cloud a hickey, he stopped, going back to kiss Steve's face. He landed a quick kiss on the clouds lips before just hugging Steve and laying his head on his fluffy chest. Whenever he did this, he always felt ribs on his head, but he didn't really care. It still felt like heaven to him. Steve placed his arms over Larry's lower back, holding onto his sides. "That was some good stuff, my god" Steve said "where the hell did you learn that" "Don't worry about it, hippie"