2p!Austria x Mom!Reader- Foster parent

Twenty

The nurse's office was just that, an office. There was a desk where the nurse sat, three chairs, and a small adjoined bathroom. The best the nurse could do for Roderich was give him some tissue paper to clean the blood off of his face and plug up his nose with.

His entire body ached, and he couldn't bring himself to look in a mirror. He knew his face had swollen up, and there were at least one or two cuts on his left cheek from when Nigel dragged his face across the lockers. But even if he did look in a mirror, he wouldn't have been able to see anything but a blur of colors. He didn't know where his glasses were, but he assumed they were broke in the halls somewhere.

A mix of different emotions balled together and cramped his stomach. Shame and embarrassment were the prominent two, though. A large number of students had witnessed Nigel, his band-mate and friend, stomp him out for snitching on him, and all Roderich could do was curl up into a ball in an attempt to protect himself from the barrage of hits.

"Roderich," the nurse said to him. "Your aunt is here to pick you up."

"My aunt?"

It confused him for a moment, considering he never had an aunt, but then he remembered that Lutz and Gilligan call Drew their auntie. The nurse must have meant Drew.

Roderich nodded to the nurse and went on his way to the front office. Luckily, it was right down the hall with noticeable double glass doors or else he would have needed someone to help him there.

"O-oh, my—!" That voice sounded as if it belonged to Drew.

A hand grabbed his arm, and he winced and pulled away from it.

"C-come on, I'm taking you home," Drew said.

He kept his eyes on the ground and nodded.
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Getting home, Drew sat Roderich down at the dining room table and grabbed his spare glasses from his makeshift bedroom. As he put them on, she went to the freezer for some frozen vegetables.

"Put this on your face," she said.

He took it and held it against his cheek.

"How did you get in a fight like this?"

"I don't want to talk about it," he mumbled.

"You don't want to talk about it? Well, you're going to have to tell me something! You can't just come back beat up like this and not tell me anything!"

"Yes, I can! Now, leave me alone!"

Drew groaned and rolled her eyes. "You're always so damn touchy. All I asked was for you to chill for four days. Four little days!"

He tossed the frozen vegetables on the table and took the tissue paper out of his nose.

"Did some kids jump you?"

"No," he said and tossed the paper in the trash.

"Where's your bookbag? Did they rob you or something?"

"No! God! Just leave me alone about it, alright?" He sat at the table once again and let out a long, irritated huff.

Drew threw her arms up in defeat. "Fine! Whatever. Just stay here while I find some band-aids or something."
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You grabbed your keys off of Al's bedside table and your purse off of his dresser.

"You'll be back later tonight?" he asked as he walked you to the door.

"Yes, I will." You turned to him and leaned your back against the door. "Why don't you make dinner this time, and introduce me to some more of your vegan recipes? You never know. You might turn me out on it."

"Challenge accepted."

You gave him a quick kiss and headed out the door.

The drive home included heavy afternoon traffic, but it didn't bother you much. You were riding on such a high; nothing could really bother you now. After over twelve hours of quiet comfort, you felt nothing but warm and fuzzy feelings that you had almost forgotten existed. You didn't want to call it love, and you noticed he was careful not to call it that either. Just the thought that it might be made you scared but excited at the same time. You tried not to think too hard about it, though. You decided to just ride it out for as long and as far as it would take you— think about everything else when you got there.

You parked your car and went up the concrete walkway to the door.

"Drew, I'm— Oh, god!"

You stopped and covered your mouth with your hands once your eyes saw Roderich at the dining room table holding a package of frozen sweet corn to his face.

"(n-name). Hey!" Drew said as she entered the scene from the hallway with your first-aid kit in her hands.

"Hey? What the hell happened to him?"

"He just got into a little fight at school."

You huffed and dropped your keys off in their holder near the door. You leaned down and held his chin between your thumb and forefinger.

Roderich jerked away from you and pushed your hand away from his face. "Get off."

You swatted his arm down and grabbed his face again to turn him back to you. "Boy, stop moving and let me help you!"

You looked at Drew and waved her over. "Bring me the first-aid."

She did as you told her and sat the box on the table.

You pulled out a chair to sit in and continued to examine the damage to his face. You touched the bridge of his nose, and he flinched.

"Looks like your nose is broken," you said.

You moved your hands to push up his sleeves and take a quick look at his arms. They were red and bruised.

"Stand up real quick," you told him.

He got up, as did you. You lifted his shirt up, but he quickly pushed it back down.

"What the fuck?" he yelled at you.

"Move, boy! I'm trying to see something." You moved his shirt up again and noticed more marks.

You sighed. "Alright, sit back down."

You cleaned your hands with some sanitizer you kept in the first-aid kit then taped up his nose. After that, you went on to the cuts on his face.

He winced and moved away from you as you cleaned the cuts with a damp washcloth.

You nodded. "I know it stings, but I have to wash it. Bare with me."

You placed a finger under his chin and turned his face back towards you in the slightest. He moved the rest of the way on his own.

After you cleaned it, you applied some Antibiotic Cream to the cuts and bandaged it up with some gauze and surgical tape.

"Alright," you said. "Your face should be good now. As for the bruises on your arms, just keep some ice on them. Oh, but don't just put it directly on your skin."

You turned to Drew. "Can you get some hand towels for him to wrap this up in?"

She nodded. "Yeah, sure."

You went to the kitchen to get an actual ice pack for him.

Roderich watched as you put up the corn and grabbed two of the ice packs you kept in the back of the freezer.

You glanced his way, but he didn't turn his eyes. You chuckled. "You look like you want to say something."

"No!" He dropped his eyes to the floor.

"'No!'" you mocked him and closed the freezer.

You went back to the table and looked down to him, though now he refused to even look up. "You want to tell me what happened?"

"Of course not."

"Figured." You dropped the ice packs on the table. "Go lay down and get some rest."