Catch Me When I Fall [BxB]

Nightmare

A/N: Just realized I never showed what Hazel (Khai's Mom) looks like. She's 34 btw, had Khai when she was 18)

***Khai's POV***

I feel disturbed. 

Or... maybe just really worried.

While Tyrone showers, I find myself intently enveloped in deep research.

I couldn't help but suddenly notice slight scars on Tyrone's wrists. In my mind, that only meant one thing. And I wanted to ask him about it, but I didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable. 

I don't know if it's okay to just ask someone about that. 

I had tried to act like nothing was wrong, or that I hadn't noticed anything, but I've had a lump in my throat ever since.

Hence, my research expedition, which is unfortunately confirming my assumptions. 

I sigh sadly, hoping my last minute hug made him feel loved and appreciated. I hope he'll never have to feel like however he felt when it happened, again.

After wallowing in these thoughts for a few more minutes, I decide to do some more research, but this time, it's self-defense tactics since I'm still afraid of whoever did the other stuff to Tyrone.

But that doesn't last either, because I randomly wonder how long giraffes live. Then, seeing they don't live as long as humans, I want to know exactly how many generations of giraffes could fit into a human's lifespan. 

By the time I'm finished mentally calculating it and double checking with a calculator to find that I'm only a couple digits off, Tyrone is done showering.

He walks into my room, a towel wrapped around his waist. I'm a little too preoccupied to really notice or even remember everything that's wrong.

"I almost correctly calculated how many giraffes could live in a human lifespan. I was so close!" I exclaim proudly. "I calculated 3.26, and it's actually 3.28!"

Tyrone chuckles and shakes his head.

"Why were you calculating that?" He asks, the smile not leaving.

"Oh... I don't know, actually." I tell him truthfully. 

I really don't know what compelled me to go figure that out.

Tyrone searches his bag for something to wear, and when his back is turned to me, I suddenly remember that I need to be a doctor again.

"What am I supposed to do about all the bruises?" I ask.

I wasn't admiring his back or anything, I just... happened to notice them. To be fair, they are kind of obvious.

"Nothing really. I mean, we could ice the worst ones, but there's... I don't know, a lot. They'll be fine. They're not the most serious things right now." Tyrone replies, turning to me again with a couple clothing items in his hand.

Since he's dried off already, except for his hair, he sits down on my bed.

"Where did I..." I say to myself, wondering where I put the medical supplies.

"This?" Tyrone asks, pointing to my bedside table. 

I glance at it momentarily.

"Yes." I make my way over, then add, "I think I remember how to do this. Mostly. I should do your knuckles again too, right?"

Tyrone nods.

"I'm sorry to put all of this on you, Khai." He says.

"Oh, I really don't mind, Tyrone." I reply. He smiles at me meekly.