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Boboiboy stormed to his and Gopal's room, they had just arrived from another mission, let's just say that it wasn't too successful. And of course as usual they received a scold from the admiral, especially boboiboy.
But could you really blame him? He had no choice his friends lives and the succession of the mission was on his hands, being a sane person of course he chose to prioritize his friends well being.
All of them were battered up, bruises and scratches covering their body.
Ying was limping and her knees and elbows are scraped, yaya had a ton of scratches a purple bruising is visible on the corner of her lips and a large cut on her arm was staining her wrist warmers, Gopal was also covered with bruises too probably from hitting a lot of rocks and fang nearly passed out. Him on other hand, had similar scratches and his left side was bruising from earlier's attack, his right leg was also swollen.
They've all went straight to the infirmary after getting lectured by the admiral. Except boboiboy who chose to go to his room instead. Soon regrets his decision, feeling the pain he received from their previous battle, after his adrenaline run down.
He shut the door behind him, and Slumped his body on the bed, he shoved his face on one of his pillows, screaming all his frustration.
Tears started to prickle on the corner of eyes, soon streaming down his cheek
If his energy didn't run down he could've split himself saving both his friends and singbot, but no he couldn't, he had to choose.
He placed his head on his arms resting on his knees. Reminiscing the times where life was simple, no powers, no evil aliens hunting them down and causing catastrophes around the galaxy, where they were just being kids. He looked up spotting two frames on his bedside table.
One was a picture of him and his friends and the other is him and his father when he was little. He picked them up, apologizing on both objects as if like they can hear him through the frame.
"I.. I'm sorry.." tears dropped on the surface of the glass "I often fail you" he sobbed.
He then shifted his gaze on the other frame, light deflected on the image "when will you come back ayah...I miss you so much" the boy whispered placing both frames against his chest. He wept.
Then his eyes laid on the scissors on Their study. He wiped his eyes and cheeks dry using his sleeve, and held a stern expression.
He headed to the study and stared the scissors.
He took it, a stripe of light shone across the metal blade, deflecting from the florescent lights in their room.
He removed the wrist warmer on his left hand revealing several scars, carefully he held the scissors 's sharp end against his wrist, drawing a line across it leaving thin red trail, he flinched slightly on the pinching pain the scissors left but also soothed from the cool blade's surface touching his skin.
He had a bad habit of drawing a line on his wrist whenever he's too stressed or frustrated, he tried to stop it of course but sometimes his emotions gets the better of him.
The pain it costs him gives him this relieving sensation. Which he uses as coping mechanism rather than just talking it out with his friends, it's not like he doesn't trust any of them, he just doesn't wanna bother and worry them. As much as possible he tries to handle his emotions alone, without getting to this point, but sometimes..he's just too weak. the now 5 lines on his wrist is the evidence of his vulnerability.
blood prickled on the end of the red line.
He took a deep breath, before wiping away the velvet fluid with his thumb. Wearing the wrist warmer back to its usual placement, he winced feeling the fabric touching the wound. He clenched his forearm tolerating the pain, bitting his bottom lip.
As he placed the scissors back on the table the bruises on his side started to sting again he really should've went to the infirmary.
He took another deep breath "hold it together oboi, everyone is counting on you" he said slightly slapping himself, fixing his composure.
Suddenly a familiar hissing sound can be heard, he turned to look and saw the doors of the room slid open.
"Boboiboy!" his chubby friend called, his eyes softened seeing his best friend, relieve that he's doing good and all patched up "I knew I'd find you here" his older friend said.
He walked towards the Dino capped boy. "Why didn't you go to the infirmary?" His said inspecting his friend. "I was just tired that's all, I wanted to lie down for a while" he replied "oh, well you should get yourself patched up atleast" his chubby friend said his voice genuine.
"Come on yaya and the others are still at the infirmary they're all worried, they saw you limping earlier,and wondered why you didn't go with us, so i volunteered to come find you" he said putting his hands on his hips, the molecule manipulator gave him a gentle pat, causing his cap to teeter precariously.
He fixed his cap and gave him a warm smile, "alright"
The two then proceeded to walk their way to the infirmary, Gopal complaining how much their earlier directive had him starving. Boboiboy chuckled to this and also shared the same complaint.
As the two arrived at the infirmary, the gang greeted him, specifically ying and yaya "Boboiboy! Where'd you run off to?" Ying called "yeah boboiboy look at you, you're all battered, c'mere and let them treat your wounds" yaya said inviting him to sit down on one of the couches in the infirmary. "Tch—aduh-a-aduh hey watch it" fang scoffed shortly shifting to a hiss as the health worker, pressed a little too hard on his wound. The alien made an audible apology.
Boboiboy chuckled to this and gave them a blissful smile, stepping inside the room, accepting the warm invite.