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"What on earth- Oh you're bleeding hold still a second." Shion ran to his closet and pulled a med kit from the shelf, carrying it over to the wounded boy. He knelt and gently started to remove Nezumi's jacket. The dark haired boy was sweating and pale, gritting his teeth as he moved and keeping his eyes clenched shut. Removing the jacket caused him enough pain that Shion didn't think he'd argue against him cutting his shirt sleeve. There was an awful cut in his upper arm. Stitching would be required.
"Youll be needing stitches." He said, pressing an alcohol drenched towel against the wound. Nezumi winced but otherwise didn't show any sign of pain.
"Do you know how?"
"Well yeah but i'm no medical expert. We should really get you to a hospital..." He turned, taking a breath to call for his mother to come and help. The boy wasn't bleeding too badly but if he moved around anymore... not to mention his skin felt too warm. He barely opened his mouth when he found himself on the floor a knife pressed to his throat.
"Don't." Nezumi's face was mere inches away from his own.
"How... how did you do that?"
Nezumi blinked "Huh?"
"How did you move so quickly?"
Nezumi sat back staring at him like he'd lost his mind. Shion sat up.
"If you don't want to go to the hospital thats fine I can do it. It just won't be very nice."
"You're so weird." Nezumi sat to the side so Shion could move again. Shion grinned at him then noticed the bleeding had started again.
"Here." He dug through the med kit picking out his tools. He'd had a fascination with this kind of stuff for a while so he knew all the theories behind treating such wounds. When he finished he sighed and started packing it all away again. "What was that from anyway?"
"I got shot."
"You what?"
"Someone was shooting at me. I kind of missed a deadline on my rent."
"Why are you renting a place? Aren't you too young to be working? How old are you?"
Nezumi glared at him and Shion just kept waiting until the other boy gave in with a sigh. "I'm 15.I live on my own and work under the table for a few places. You can't tell anyone."
"Is that why you don't come to school?" Shion asked getting up to put away the kit and get a new shirt for the boy... all he had were sweaters, button-ups and cardigans. He was smaller than Nezumi but he should have a larger one somewhere... Once he located it he brought it out to the other boy who raised an eyebrow at it but otherwise didn't complain.
"School is useless and boring." he replied as he took the yellow sweater
Shion turned his back on the boy, going to collect Safu's untouched meal and bring it back to him. Nezumi stared at him.
"What are you doing?"
"Well you can't go back outside and you need to eat. You can spend the night here." He set the plate down in front of him. Shion smiled "I'll go get some hot chocolate. My mom just made a cherry cake and pie too." Nezumi nodded absentmindedly as he began picking at the food.
He quickly did as promised and returned not five minutes later with the drinks and dessert finding Nezumi laying on the floor and the plate empty.
"Nezumi?" he called softly, wondering if the other had fallen asleep. He didn't answer and judging by the rise and fall of his chest he was out cold. Shion grinned and shook his head setting the food on the low table and fetching a pillow and the blanket from his bed.
He eased the boy's head off the floor and slid the pillow under and threw the blanket over him before heading off to shower. That way Nezumi could use it in the morning and they wouldn't be late for school. He hummed happy with his plan as he took a quick shower.
He pulled on a pair of sweatpants before coming back into the room, rubbing his hair dry. He jumped, started by the low whistle that rang through the quiet room.
"And here I was thinking you were all skin and bones. I was mostly right." Nezumi smirked sipping on his hot chocolate.
Shion blushed "Well you're not much better!"
Nezumi shrugged "I'm still stronger and taller than you." his silver eyes roamed over his half-naked body and Shion suddenly felt self conscious. "How did you get that?" the boy asked, slowly getting to his feet.
"What?"
Nezumi reached out, running his fingers over the red scar that snaked around his body, circling him to follow it. Shion was frozen, his arms still hugging his towel.
"It... it was an accident. I don't remember much of it. It turned my hair white and my eyes red and left this."
"Does it go all the way down?"
Shion laid the towel down on the table and lifted his pant leg showing him the end at his foot. Nezumi looked him over again then paused, frowning. Shion cocked his head
"What-"
"Who gave you that?" the boy demanded jerking his chin towards the bruises on his arm.
"What? Those? Oh well its nothing big. I bruise really easily I doubt they meant anything by it."
"They?"
"Yeah... theres two boys in PE. They like to bother me while we're changing."
Nezumi glared but Shion got the feeling it wasn't at him this time as the boy seemed to take extra care not to hurt him too as he took his arm to examine the bruises. Shion frowned, laying his hand over the others. He felt warm. Too warm.
"Nezumi!" Shion grabbed him, forcing his head down to press his forehead to the others "You have a fever!" he pulled back, pushing the boy towards the bed. Nezumi seemed to be in shock rubbing at his forehead and staring at him. Shion made sure he laid down before grabbing the blanket and extra pillow and arranging them around the other boy. He turned to go get some aspirin or something to help him.
Nezumi's hand latched onto his wrist, stopping him from leaving. "Don't bother. Just let me sleep."
"But-" he was cut off as Nezumi yanked him down to lay beside him. The only thing left to do was arrange the blankets and go to sleep.
Shion slept surprisingly well, it had been a long time since Safu had slept over so he wasn't used to sharing his bed so much anymore. Nezumi was warm, not just from the fever, his breathing was soothing and Shion could feel his pulse. What woke him was his absence. When he realized that the other half of the bed was empty and the sun was pouring through his window. Oh no I'm late!