towerofanimus | the storm finally found me

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the storm finally found me

Characters: The Summoner and YOU
Setting: Between the thirteenth floor and the infirmary
Format: I will follow!
Summary: The Summoner really needs a hug except for the part where his ribs are broken
Warnings: Mentions of violence and blood?? Rampant self-loathing??? Various existential and emotional crises?????

[He stays where he is for a long time after the Highblood leaves, staring rather blankly into the air. He has not felt this low since he was a child. Since before he met Pyralsprite, and that thought is… absolutely hysterical to him. He has fought his whole life and it took a week and two trolls to bring him back here, where he questions every single one of his thoughts, his movements, everything. He does so much wrong, how could he have forgotten that]

[So he laughs because what the hell else is there to do. He wants nothing more then to sleep the rest of forever away, but he can’t as his body is quick to remind him. He’s coughing violently into his hand before long, unsurprised when after the fit has ended there are speckles of blood on his palm. Fuck. He wanted to skip the trip to the infirmary, but if his lungs are punctured…]

[The climb to his feet is truly agonizing, and he knows walking will be worse. There are little things in him muttering that he deserves it and he just can’t bring himself to argue with it. Yes. Of course he deserves it. Whatever. How many flights is it to the infirmary? He should’ve paid better attention in the past]

[Ah well… The first push off is the worst, and then he’s moving out of the cathedral and down the halls, one arm wrapped around himself while the other uses the wall for support. He’s tired. Let’s get this over with…]

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[What oh my god. He makes this kind of... thin, whimper of a sound at the back of his throat and... wraps his arms around him suddenly, hands clutching sort of desperately at his lab coat. Stay here for a second please... just... please. Words have gone and escaped him all of a sudden]

[He's fine with staying where he is, and he holds him close, patient and caring. Don't worry, brother. You don't have to be afraid and hide your feelings. Trolls don't have to be like that. That's the whole idea]

[He knows that of course. That is what he tells people all the time. Feelings are okay. It's okay to be vulnerable. But saying it to other people and putting into practice himself, when every other instance of it in his life has been met with outright ridicule, when he has been a soldier for so so long, is hard. One of the hardest things he's ever done, honestly]

[He keeps... starting to let him go and then clinging again, like he can't decide whether he should stay or not. He wants to stay. Being around the Sufferer just seems to make... everything... mellow out. Everything makes sense here. Of course he mattered. Of course there will be others. He didn't waste his life... He tried]

[Sucks your coat is white, bro, cause there are probably some unattractively brown stains on the shoulder before too long. He is trying quite hard not to make it obvious that he is... crying a little bit, but he's still shivering slightly and the wheeze in his chest keeps hitching. ljaf fuck this hurts with broken ribs aughlsjdfklj]

[As the Summoner starts to cry, the Signless begins to make little crooning, melodic noises, sort of like a lusus might make to his wiggler, only trollish. He never had a lusus - he had a troll, who sang to him when he was sad, and so he sings to the Summoner, very softly, and a bit self-consciously, but sincerely all the same.

He's worried about the state of the Summoner's ribs, but the other troll needs him so badly, he figures he can wait just a bit longer, calm him down before he does anything about that problem]

[...okay he's actually pretty confused for a second. It's been awhile since he heard anything like that, and even with the kind of... instinctual calm those particular sounds bring, it still takes him a moment to realize what he's doing. And then he's actually amused. He'd laugh if he had the breath for it. Oh dear, he remembers why he had a crush on him when he was a kid now. No one is actually this genuine and sweet oh gosh oh gosh the stories did not even begin to do him justice]

[The tears slow almost immediately, and he ends up... tucking his head up against the Sufferer's neck, nuzzling at him. Which is just as much visceral reaction to a lusus trying to be comforting as it is... a probably overly familiar thanks for helping, for doing something that makes him self-conscious. His hands slowly loosen around him, for good this time. He doesn't let go entirely, but he's certainly backed off enough that the Sufferer can get back to that whole... medic thing now... He feels rather miraculously better already tbh]

[The nuzzling is so incredibly sweet, and despite the fact that Signless is blushing a bit and spent the last few minutes completely unsure if anything he was doing was helping, or if he was just making a monstrous fool of himself, he feels a little thrill of satisfaction. It looks like he did the right thing, and that makes any embarrassment more than worthwhile.

He paps Summoner's cheek one last time, letting the song fade away, and then straightens and grins nervously down at his patient]

Feeling better?

[Lets him go, laying back and just... smiling awkwardly in return. Possibly he may be blushing a little. That grin is just too cute he cannot even deal with this]

Much. Um... thank you. And, also sorry. I guess.

Sorry for what? [He's still smiling, and moving to prepare that IV for the Summoner, now]

[...man, he is almost too relaxed and exhausted at this point to care about the IV. Almost. He still watches him work, though with a notably less attentive eye then before]

You uh... should not. Have to, deal with... my problems I guess. [Also for getting his terrible blood color on your coat, but he won't say that because... well... this is the Sufferer and all]

[Wow, he could not care less about your blood colour, seriously. He brings the needle over, and swabs the Summoner's arm so he can insert it]

Why shouldn't I?

[HE KNOWS THAT but sweeps and sweeps of conditioning are hard to overcome okay okay]

[And okay NUP, he barely has the energy for this at this point but the second his arm gets swabbed, he jerks it away, trying to sit up and pull himself away at the same time]

What is that. [Staring pretty hard at dat needle! YOU DON'T JUST STICK STUFF INTO A GUY'S ARM, SIGNLESS!!!!]

[Okay, NOPE, he puts his free hand on Summoner's shoulder and tries to push him back down again]

Painkillers, and something to knock you out for a bit. Your chest is fucking concave. Someone needs to go in there and straighten out your ribs before you perforate a lung and die.

[Definitely pushed! He hardly has the strength to fight him anymore, but there is... a moment of very real fear in his eyes when he hits the bed. In his rather hideous experience, people who use force on him while he is hurt will only hurt him worse]

[...but he realizes this is stupid a second later, and the fear passes. His eyes stay on the needle but he... at least understands this is... necessary... hhhhh]

Okay...

[When he sees the fear, he gentles his touch and strokes his shoulder instead with his fingertips, his expression pinched with worry.]

Don't worry, brother. You're safe in my prongs, okay? Trust me, and I'll make sure you're safe.

[hrgh Sufferer you don't understand it's not that easy. He hates medical shit. He hates being unconscious in the presence of another troll, much as he does sort of inherently trust this particular man. At least he makes a good show of trying to relax, finally lifting his gaze from the needle and up to that terrible worried look there]

[Oh gosh... don't look at him like that...]

Alright... Uh... [...] How long? Will I uh, be under... I mean.

[Trust me, he gets it completely. In the Summoner's place, he'd be just as scared. But this has to happen, and he just hopes the Summoner will trust him enough.]

Couple of hours. And you'll feel a lot better when it's done.

[Still stroking his shoulder, and holding the needle in his other hand]

I'll be right there with you. I promise.

[He does. He trusts him quite a lot really. If it were any other troll, he'd probably try to refuse the help, but... this is the Sufferer, so... He draws a faint, nervous breath and nods, slowly... offering his arm again. Right. Everything will be fine. Okay......]

[And Signless smiles his approval and relief before deftly injecting the drug into his arm. It shouldn't be long now]

[Yeah not long. And even though he trusts him and even watched him do it, he can't stop the sudden panic when drowsiness crashes over him like a wave]

[He has to take a few... shallow breaths. Remind himself... he hasn't been poisoned or drugged. He'll wake up tomorrow. It'll be okay]

[...but eventually that minor fear is washed out and silenced, and he slumps back against the bed, unconscious. Take care of him, bro )8]

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