towerofanimus | 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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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]

the storm finally found me

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