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Sensitivity is a bitch.
For Punz, it was one of those days where nothing felt right, the littlest things made their bottom lip wobble. Which didn’t make sense, their stream went well and everything was going well today.
But that morning McDonald’s was closed for unannounced reasons, he had to settle for a bowl of cereal without milk for breakfast, (being too disappointed to go somewhere else instead). Then, he accidentally closed Spotify in the middle of his favorite song— which shouldn’t be such a big deal, but it had them tearing up. While they streamed, they also knocked over their water bottle, which the cap wasn’t sealed, so water went everywhere.
He decided to just end the stream, saying he needed to clean up and turn things off. When he said goodbye to chat, their monitor went dark.
That’s where the final string snapped.
They stood too fast leaving their desk, banging their knee on the edge of it, and then tripping over their chair.
Punz cried. He sat pathetically on the floor, cradling his knee and whimpering. Everything was too much, his knee hurt. He slipped, both literally and—
“Georgie?”
The little had pulled out their phone and facetimed George, the brunette had answered quickly.
“Punz? What’s wrong buddy?” The blonde only shook his head, too focused on crying to form proper words.
“Hurts.”
“What hurts?” The older boy cooed, “Can you tell me?”
“Fell,” Punz whined. George knew he wouldn’t get much more information, the poor boy had already slipped so hard. Punz could hear faint small taps from George typing on his phone.
“Alright baby, Dreamie’s gonna come get you, okay?” Punz simply nodded, even if George couldn’t see him that well.
The brunette had abandoned his setup to find the other boys, passing Dream who was on his way out in the hallway. The blonde had bid a quick goodbye before the door closed. Meanwhile, George had found Karl and Sapnap. Karl was trying to teach Sapnap Yu-Gi-Oh, from the looks of it, that wasn’t going very well.
“So wait… explain everything to me again, but very slowly.” Sapnap gave a lopsided smile.
“Nick! you little—”
“Guys.” George had interrupted and startled them both. “Dream’s going to get Punz. Talk to him for a minute,” he placed his phone on the table. Both boys frowned hearing the small sobs.
“Luke?” Karl frowned, “Take a deep breath, everything’s okay.”
Only it wasn’t to Punz at least, he started to cry more without being able to see George.
“Georgie…?” He sniffled, the brunette smiled to himself.
“I’m here buddy, don’t worry.” He had to sit down with Karl so Punz could see them both, but Karl continued to talk to the little.
Punz didn’t notice Dream was there until he was embraced in familiar arms, the taller blonde had hoisted him out to the car, (but not without grabbing his bee first).
It was impossible for Punz to let go on the phone now, he needed George. The boys on facetime continued to try and console him while Dream drove.
“You’re doing so good,” Karl cooed.
“Look at our pretty baby,” George added on. Punz nearly beamed at the notion.
“Pretty?”
“The prettiest,” Dream hummed.
“Hey!” Both Karl and George jinxed, Dream simply laughed at them.
They finally had arrived home so Punz— very reluctantly —had to hang up. Dream carried the little inside, being extra gentle since they were still crying. George greeted them at the door though, Punz wanted to cling onto him but the brunette wasn’t strong enough to carry them.
But once he was sat down on the kitchen counter, George was there in seconds to sit with him.
“Can you tell us where you got hurt, bug?” Sapnap attempts to soothe, it worked a little. Punz pointed to their knee.
Dream shimmies up the pant leg of his shorts, a very visible, angry red spot has formed there.
“It’s not bleeding or anything, that’s good!”
“Kiss?” Punz murmured, they knew what he meant. Dream kneeled so he could kiss the red skin, Punz had giggled something about it tickling and jerked it away.
“There, all better!” George cooed, Punz smiled. The tears didn’t immediately go away, but it was progress.
“Georgie? Kiss?”
“You want me to kiss it too?” Punz nodded. George playfully scoffed but did as asked, (would he ever really say no to Punz?)
After George, Punz had then asked for Karl, and then Sapnap. After all four kisses had been given did the little deem it all better, they were smiling and the tears had eased.
Even though there was no wound or blood, Karl had retrieved a bandaid from the cabinet. Dream’s mom had bought a pack with Pokémon all over them, (although… Sapnap had taken a bigger liking to them than the littles). Karl could faintly see Meowth through the translucent packaging, he started to peel it and place it on the little’s knee.
He knew typically for someone small band-aids were comforting, even if it wasn’t necessary. Comfort always comes first. And it worked.
Punz’s one-year-old mind was soothed by the thing that was supposed to make him all better. Not to mention the pokémon pattern— Punz liked Meowth because he has a gold coin on his head like their Minecraft skin had the icon gold chain.
“There, now all better.”