Hoping that Shoto was unconscious from the pain, he sat on the side of the bed and began to turn Shoto onto his back. He heard a sharp whimper come from the boy, well I guess that means he's not unconscious Dabi thought. Once Shoto was on his back he began to peel the bloody bandage off.

"Please stop." Shoto whimpered.

"I know it hurts, but we have to get the bandage off, I need to clean it."

Dabi got the bandages off after a lot of whimpering. He began to clean the area, he knew it would hurt Shoto like hell.

Shoto let out cries, as his tears soaked into Dabi's pillow. Dabi's heart hurt, it pained him to know he was the cause of his baby brothers pain.

"Shhhh Shoto, I know it hurts, it'll be over soon."

Shoto's breathing was getting harsher, he needed to end this soon. He's not sure how much more he can take of his brothers pain.

"Hey hey hey, breathe Shoto breathe. Okay Shoto, I need you to calm down."

Dabi hasn't felt like crying in years. His brother is making him weak again. His eyes are watering making the process of cleaning his brothers wounds harder.

Once Shoto's breathing was under control he began again. The minutes went by so slow, the whimpers his baby brothers was making were killing him.

Finally he finished and began wrapping the bandages again. He turned Shoto back onto his stomach, swearing that he'd check on the more minor injuries tomorrow. That was more than enough for today. Shoto's eyes were glazed with pain, sweat covered his body. Dabi took out a wet cloth and began wiping him down.

After he was finished he sat on the edge of the bed while Shoto slept. He promised himself to never leave his baby brother alone ever again. He grimaced at all the things their father has done to Shoto while he wasn't there to protect him. He could tell it was bad from the scars on his pale skin. It made him sick that someone could hurt Shoto like that.

The next morning Shoto woke up in the same bed. He felt stronger than he did yesterday, but not strong enough to take a risk at getting up. Shoto's stomach grumbled and he realised he had to go to the washroom. He's not even sure how many days he's been here.

He couldn't really do much about it. He's practically useless at the moment and not strong enough to use his quirk, which would be any help anyway.

He was taken out of his thoughts when a figure walked into the room. It looks like he's carrying food on a tray, but he's not sure if he can trust it.

"Morning, awake from your full day nap?"

Shoto stared at the bed sheets in silence.

"Listen kid. I brought you food, eat it or die, I don't care."

"I can't trust you."

"I never said you should, I don't want you dead. Now eat, before I shove it down your throat."

Dabi watched while Shoto tried to spoon up the liquid, his hand was too shaky and he dropped it, back into the soup.

"Great. Do I have to feed you like a child now too."

"No, leave me alone."

"Open your fucking mouth kid, I'm only doing this once."

Shoto resentfully opened his mouth, letting the villain feed him. After a few spoonfuls.

"I'm full."

"No you're not. Eat you're not going to get better. Little brat."

He ate a bit more then stopped opening his mouth, Dabi gave up and brought the dish downstairs. He forgot, the kid probably had to go to the washroom, shit. He walked back up the stairs.

"Alright I don't want you pissing yourself so you're going to the washroom before I leave. And we don't want another episode like yesterday so I'm bringing you there."

"No, I can walk myself."

"Fine, let me see it." Gesturing to the room.

Shoto sat up and leaned on the edge of the bed. His painting was heavy and shallow. Maybe this was a bad idea Dabi thought. Shoto quickly stood on his feet then fell towards the ground. Dabi caught him, picking him up into him arms. Seeing the pained looked on his brothers face made him regret telling him to try.

Shoto put up no resistance and let Dabi carry him down the stairs and into the washroom. He set him down on the toilet and left.

"Tell me when you're done."

Shoto stayed quiet.

A few minutes later, Dabi heard "I'm done" and he entered the washroom. Shoto looked read to pass out. He scooped him up into his arms, Shoto rested his face on Dabi's chest. Dabi laid Shoto on the bed and tucked him under the covers. His brother was already asleep when he started petting his hair, pulling it out of his face.

Dabi realised the time and left Shoto to sleep.