second try [sxf x child! reader]

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Akira jerked up, a shout escaping from his lips. Perspiration trickled down the sides of his neck and cheek which he wiped away quickly wit the back of his hands, blinking to adjust to the light. 

"Akira!" A small, pink-haired girl leaned her face into his vision, her emerald green eyes wide. "Are you alright?"

Akira groaned, his mind was throbbing with pain. Why? Oh right, that Swan guy who Akira wished he'd punched in the spot where the sun doesn't shine. God, how he wanted to go back in time and right his wrong. 

"Anya," a tired but slightly worried voice said. "Maybe you should give your brother some space."

Anya sighed but took a step away, stilling watching Akira with anxiously. "Okay..."

Akira winced, his fingers running slowly up the side of his head and pausing over a spot where when he touched it, pain slammed through his head.

"Might want to be careful," Loid sat down next to him on the couch and handed him a warm glass cup filled with hot water. "Here, drink a little bit."

Akira swallowed and grabbed at the cup weakly, holding it to his mouth as Loid kept a light grip on it to make sure it didn't fall and break.

"Thank... you," Akira finished the water and watched Loid bring it to the kitchen sink where Yor was hurriedly working about, probably cooking something. It didn't smell... great but Akira also wasn't sure if his senses were working properly, given his numb body.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Anya asked quietly, crouching next to the couch.

Akira managed a faint smile, "I'm.. okay."

But only for you're comfort.

"You sure?" Anya worried, her eyes flickering.

"Yes... I'm fine," Akira mumbled tiredly. "Stop... worrying."

Loid breathed out heavily, walking back into the living room, holding some wet wipes and small towel. "Here," Loid gave Akira the towel to bite on. "This might hurt so this might help."

Akira nodded, not being able to speak through the towel. "Mmmhm."

Loid sat down and started wiping at the side of his head. Pain shot through Akira's head and he squeezed his eyes shut, tears brimming at the corner of his eyes. His teeth bit down hard on the towel, holding back the urge to flinch away. 

"You're doing great," Loid murmured softly. He pulled the wipe away, revealing a pool of blood.

"Ack," Anya said quietly.

Akira gritted his teeth and wiped his eyes quickly as Loid moved onto the next part of his head. It didn't hurt as much but it was still hard to keep Akira from crying.

"It's done," Loid said kindly, removing the wipe and placing it onto the side table where Anya immediently scrambled.

Akira tugged the towel out and dropped it onto the couch, breathing heavily and rubbing at his eyes. "Thanks...." He broke off as a small squeeze of pain threaded through his mind and he doubled over.

"Hey," Loid squeezed his shoulder gently. "Don't worry... I'll make sure you get better soon."

Akira let out a choked breath and forced a nod. "Ok...ay."

Loid cocked his head and smiled. "Take this time to rest up, alright? Treasure your youth."

Akira nodded again although the motion sent tendrils of agony through his body, making him tremble in pain.

"Come on," Loid stood up. "I don't know if you can but let's get you to your room or-"

"Or... yours," Akira struggled to stand and as soon as he did, the pain was red-hot, searing through his senses, leaving him breathless. He almost collapsed except Loid caught him and held him up, propping him gently up on his shoulder and bringing up into his room with Anya padding slowly behind him. Slowly and tenderly, Loid set Akira down on his bed, pulling the covers over his shoulders and giving him a small hug.

"Get better," Loid said softly.

Akira murmured, "Yeah..."

Loid rubbed his head and watched him for a while, calm silence in the room. There were muted sounds of Anya and Yor laughing outside and rumbles of a cook pot stirring.

"It hurts," Akira finally said.

Loid bit his lip, "I'm sorry."

Akira struggled to form his next words, "But... thanks."