Omori Oneshots

Flowers and First Aid

Characters: Basil, Charlie, Polly, Basil's Grandma

Ships: None

Warnings: Mention of bullying, The hooligans, Basil's self-esteem is more nonexistent than his parents please help him, Mild angst, but it's mild don't worry the rest of it is wholesome fluff, Basil's grandma's name is Elaine because that's what I named her don't question it, Elaine is a lil' confused but she's lovely I promise, And supportive as hell we love her like she loves her poor sweet grandson, Takes place a few months after Mari's death, so they're twelve in this fic

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Basil lay on the ground as his former friend and her gang rode off,  leaving him to cry as he tried not to agitate his wounds, both new and unhealed from their last few dozen encounters.

The blonde lay there for a while longer, not caring about the dirt that's probably gotten all over his clothes and in his hair by this point. He didn't want to get up, but Polly was going to be home soon and if he wasn't back, or worse, if he came back injured and tear/dirt stained, she'd be very concerned and she'd have questions. Questions that Basil didn't want to answer.

Polly was a lovely woman, she was always nothing but sweet and helpful, but Basil always tried to avoid her like the plague. It wasn't that Basil didn't like her, he just didn't really trust her. He wanted to, but his experiences with people haven't been positive, so he kept his distance.

The gardener sat up slowly, wincing at the pain that jolted through him with the movement, taking a moment to take a few deep breaths, attempting to stop crying at least a little before he went anywhere.

He stood up and brushed himself off, palming away the remaining tears before walking home.

He peeked into the window before he walked in, making sure that Polly hadn't come home early. When there turned out to be no sign of his caretaker anywhere, Basil entered, slipping off his shoes and walking over to his room, pulling out a set of clean clothes and walking to the bathroom.

He began to get a bath ready, peeling off his clothes and throwing them into the laundry basket, pulling his towel out from the cupboard, placing it on the floor next to the bath before stepping in and turning the water off, removing his flower clip and placing it on the counter.

Basil winced as he settled into the bath, the wounds stinging as they became submerged in the hot water. 

He let himself grow accustomed to the water, taking the time to calm himself down the rest of the way before he started cleaning off the dirt, trying not to cry out whenever he received another jolt of pain so that his grandma couldn't hear him from the next room. He didn't want her to worry, she had enough on her plate already now that her health was deteriorating again.

After he'd finished with his bath, he drained the tub and stepped out, wrapping his towel around his waist and remembering to grab his flower clip before heading to his room.

He'd just finished drying himself off before he heard a knock on the front door. Who could that be? Polly had a spare key and wasn't due back until later, so it couldn't be her.

"A-ah, just a minute, please!" Basil called, rushing to get himself dressed before bolting to the front door.

He unlocked and opened the front door slowly.

"H-hello?" He'd stuttered, somewhat hiding behind the door. Social interactions were not Basil's strong suit, so the blonde attempted to find some comfort making himself as small as possible behind the door.