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’’Fudgehammer sleighdough!!’’ Patton cursed aggressively, that is if you can be very aggresive while still whispering.
Patton was drawning in on himself as he clutched at his forehead with his eyes squeezed shut tightly. It felt like someone took a hammer to his forehead and they were thirsty for revenge.
After a minute and a the pain fading some Patton started to sway a little so he leaned his shoulder against the wall and started to open his eyes but closed it again just as quickly. Something was running down his face, and Patton sighed.
He fumbled his way into the kitchen to the sink and washed out the cut and the blood off of his face.
Patton suppsed he was lucky this happened on the kitchen’ doorframe, anywhere else he would have needed help.
His boyfriends were busy, they all had their own business to take care of. Logan and the Creative Twins were working together on the next video’s technicalities and effects, Janus was looking through for Thomas’ schedule for the next month to approve it or see where it needed modifications and Virgil was finally sleeping. Patton can’t disturb them now, especially for something minor like a little bit of clumsiness.
Of course he wouldn’t have been this clumsy if he would only interrupted the planning session to ask Roman for a new pair of glasses to replace the one he sat on this morning, but hindsight is 20/20. Heh.
As much as Patton appreciated the quick pun he had no desire to laugh, because he started to get dizzy. He still needed to stop the bleeding and bandage his head and he needed to do it quickly, before his leg decided to stop holding him up, only out of pure spite probably.
Thankfully the first aid kit was within reach, so in a minute Patton was pressing a handful of gauze to his forehead while leaning on the sink with his whole weight.
’’Patton? What happened, are you okay?’’ Patton winced and turned guiltily to look at the Janus shaped blob which was rapidly growing larger.
’’Nothing, I just bumped my head a little, don’t worry about it.’’
’’A little? Patton, your forehead is bleeding! Did you play siege with the wall where you were the battering ram?’’ Janus touched Patton’s shoulder and hand what held the gauze in place, so Patton let him take it. Janus peeled it back to steal a glance at the wound and let out a hiss. ’’This is gonna still hurt tomorrow. Lets get you to the couch so I can disinfect it for you, sweetheart.’’
Patton took back the gauze and nodded which caused a round of dizziness to come over him. Thankfull Janus was there and caught Patton before he could topple or stumble into something, and helped him to the living room.
After depositing Patton on the couch and disinfecting and bandaging up the wound Janus sat down next Patton.
’’So, sweetheart, care to tell me what happened there?’’ Contrary to his words Janus wore a soft expression as he gingerly took Patton’s hands in his own.
’’I just…’’ Patton didn’t want to lie to Janus and not just because he knew Janus could feel it. Patton knew he should tell Janus he was struggling and was having a bad day. Why was it so hard then? He hunched a little tighter in on himself. ’’I…’’
’’Would it be easier if I asked you questions?’’ Janus leaned a little closer and tilted his head down to look up to Patton’s face. Patton nodded hesitantly. ’’Okay, lets start with something easy. Where did you put your glasses? I can get them for you, love.’’
Patton pulled his shoulders a little higher. ’’I… sat on them,’’ he mumbled softly.
’’Sorry, sweetheart, I didn’t catch tha… oh. Oh. Okay. Would you like a blanket and maybe a warm drink for this converstaion?’’ And wow, didn’t that just make Patton feel even worse. Janus was so understanding and sweet and he somehow managed to make him worry even more when he already had so much to do. He couldn’t even offer to make tea for the both of them, because without glasses he would just fumble around even more, possibly even breaking things.
So he just nodded and tried not to show how miserably he felt. Unsuccessfully to boot seeing Janus’ reaction.
He reached and cupped Patton’s cheek in his hand. ’’I’m not angry with you, sweetheart. I love you and I care about you, that’s why I’m going to get you a warm, fluffy blanket and a cup of hot cocoa. I want you to feel better, okay, love?’’ Patton did feel a little better at that.
He gave a watery smile and Janus, after pressing a soft kiss to Patton’s cheek, stood up and went to get the blanket and the hot cocoa.