Genre: Hurt/Comfort,

Chapters: 2

Part Two: I'll be Okay

Ban really started panicking when Meliodas gave a jolt and went limp. "Oh fuck," he choked out and immediately put his ear to the smaller chest that was, thank God, still moving. He was still breathing and Ban could hear the heartbeat. "Okay that's enough. I don't care if the princess isn't awake someone is going to keep my boyfriend alive!"

The Holy Knights around him flinched back when he yelled, but the Sins and Gilthunder simply stirred, their wounds having slowed them physically and mentally. Veronica spoke up, "Alright, we have a lot of wounded and…too many gone." She waited for a moment then announced, "We're going back to the castle, or at least get a healer. All uninjured will help those that can't move or carry the fallen."

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Ban laid his petite boyfriend's body on the bed and practically collapsed on the floor next to him. His immortality had already healed his wounds and filled him with a sort of survivor's guilt. Everyone around him, his damn boyfriend, was injured and hurting but him. A healer came in as he was stewing in his self-loathing and pulled him out of his thoughts. "How is he?" He was almost afraid to ask, Meliodas looked so small and pale and the dried blood looked too dark, contrasting against the silken sheets and his tiny form.

"I can't say much but he probably needs a blood restoring potion, and a lot of bandages."

"Can I help? At all?"

"You can clean off the blood and pass me that light purple potion." After a lot of wet towels and at least a whole roll of bandages, Ban kneeled again by the sin. He was wrapped in bandages, looking like a mummy. It was terrifying to see the usually lively young man so still and quiet. His color was back and his expression was smooth. Ban ran his fingers through his sunshine locks and tried to calm down, appreciating the way he was warm. The sun was going down, sending golden light through the beautiful windows and casting shards of color onto the gleaming wooden boards. It smelled like disinfectant and, only faintly, blood. He saw Meliodas shiver in his sleep and very gently laid himself down next to him. He propped himself up on the headboard, Meliodas' head on his lap. The little face he cradled to his chest pinched in what was obviously pain, which must have been bad enough to invade his previously relaxed sleep.

Thankfully, he stopped shivering but his pained expression remained. An almost inaudible whimper passed through his lips, prompting the taller of the two to shush and rub small circles into the bandaged back. Little fists subconsciously clutched at the sheets, sheets that were as white as his shirt. He had changed into a simple t-shirt and loose black pants so that he could lie next to his partner. There seemed to be fabric all over his boyfriend and he was unsettled when he realized the only parts of him that weren't wrapped consisted of most of his face. There was a small bit that had a cut and it was too big for a piece of gauze. That was it; even his feet had to be bandaged because of the combined burns and scrapes from the battle and dirt. What was even more worrying was that he had stayed unconscious as the healer gently rubbed disinfectant into his cuts and gashes and puncture wounds and burns. The list went on. Again and again, Ban cursed himself for not pulling back and for not being able to come up with a better plan. His fingers carded through the golden hair belonging to his love.

Hushed voices could be heard from where he lay and he tensed when the doorknob squeaked as it turned. Muscles coiled, Ban prepared himself for an attack. He released a breath he didn't know he'd been holding when a second later, King floated into the room along with along with a shrunken down Diane. "How's captain?" King's question was whispered, which Ban knew was unnecessary since Meliodas was out cold.

"Take a look, would ya? He's practically a mummy, he's covered in bandages. That healer said he'd be out for a while." His voice was laced with poorly concealed worry and bitterness. His melodious voice muttered, "Idiot cap'n had to use that stupid move, huh?" Looking up, he saw the floating sin's face still conflicted. Sighing he spoke again, "Yeah, he'll be okay once he gets enough sleep." The two sin's worry melted off their faces and Diane's face softened into a fond smile.

"Captain is so careless." Ban and King nodded, the standing members approached the bed and sat. It was a large, almost majestic, bed with expensive sheets and dark wood. Maroon fabric was draped over the frame and brushed the richly colored wooden floor. All of the fabric, sheets or clothing, in the room was soft to the touch and deep, beautiful colors. It was a room literally fit for a king, since it was in the palace. Of course Meliodas had a room in the castle; he was very close to the monarch after all. Time had passed and pushed the sun out and the moon into the sky. Quiet murmurs of conversation and the brushing of sheets and silver moonlight filled the room. Suddenly, the bundle of bandages that was snuggled up to Ban's leg shifted. The sin of envy looked down sharply and saw something that made all the tension leave his body. Meliodas was yawning hugely, little tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. He obviously tried to stretch and stopped when his stitches were no doubt pulled.

Ban gave a small laugh and scooped him up and in one fluid motion was hugging the delicate body to his. A sleepy voice asked, "Ban? What are you doing?" He tensed in his arms and rushed out his next question, "Where's Hendrickson?"

"Captain! You're finally awake," Diane gasped out, smiling widely. She answered next, "We beat Hendrickson. Everyone is okay, except for you. You're practically a mummy!" Meliodas looked down at himself and saw that he did in fact resemble a mummy. His mouth formed a little 'o' and he yet again yawned, looking more tired. Ban grinned wide and hugged him again; pressing kisses onto his untouched face.

"If you weren't so tired and if I wasn't so fucking worried about you, I'd smack you," Ban whispered into his ear, still stroking his hair. The blonde said nothing, just smiled tiredly and leaned into the chest that smelled like Ban, and oddly enough soap. The giantess and fairy smiled at the endearing couple. Soon enough, Meliodas was asleep again. Everything was okay.