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You had been worried ever since the Butcher Army had shown up this morning. Technoblade had hidden you up in the bedroom, but that just meant you had a full view of the scene unfolding below. You had spent the entire day either pacing or staring out of the window towards the portal. To say that you were anxious was an understatement. A massive arctic storm had hit about 30 minutes after he had been dragged away, and you were not only worried for his safety, but for his ability to make it home through the storm.
When Techno had stumbled into your line of sight, you had immediately known that something was wrong. His hands were trembling, he looked like he was having trouble standing, his breathing was labored, he was pale, and he was holding his head. You had immediately jumped up off of the window seat and grabbed his cape from the hook beside the door before running out of the house to assist him. You let him lean against you as you led him into the house and onto a chair.
You ran upstairs to get him some pajamas, he was soaking from the snow and there was wet blood on his shirt. You grabbed the towel from the bathroom and some fuzzy pajama pants and a long sleeve shirt from his set of drawers. You took them down to him and he started explaining what happened while he dried off and changed. He had to stop a few times to hold his head or catch his breath, and his speech was slurred.
You had never seen a totem of undying be used, but you had always figured that it had some sort of numbing effect. You had never thought that the user would have to feel every single thing. He explained that he could feel the anvil crush everything, then when the totem kicked in, he could feel his bones restructure themselves and every bone fragment find its correct placement. He had felt the muscle reform over his bones, his skin stretching over the muscle and bone, he felt the blood rush through the places that had been reconstructed. He told you about how he had to fight Quackity with a splitting headache and how some of his extremities were numb from lack of blood.
When he had finished changing into the pajamas, you let him lean against you as you lead him to the couch. He sat up, trying to regulate his breathing as you ran to the kitchen to get him some water. You shushed him as he tried to speak when you handed him the glass. He would need silence, darkness, and rest to get over the headache. He finished the glass and you made him lay down on the couch to attempt to get some sleep.
If his extremities were numb, it meant he had a low red blood cell count. You’d need to cook high-iron food for a few days at least to make sure his blood was being replenished at a healthy rate. Red meat, spinach, and eggs were the foods with the highest levels of iron you had. You’d be able to work with that.
You were pulled out of your thoughts as Techno groaned and shifted to his side. He groaned and got up, walking to the bathroom holding his head the whole time. You heard the sink tap turn on, so you ran to the kitchen to get him more water.
He had slurred speech, a splitting headache, and nausea. It was pretty obvious that he had a bad concussion. You knew that someone with a concussion would need darkness and a lot of rest. You left the glass of water on the side table and went to close the blinds and curtains on each of the windows.
He looked even paler when he came out of the restroom, and he was still having trouble holding himself up fully. You wrapped your arm around him and led him back to the couch. He slumped back against it. You opened the ottoman and pulled out the fluffiest blanket for him. You both spent a couple of minutes in silence before he groaned and shifted around. He picked up the glass of water and downed it all. You took the glass from him and went to the kitchen for more water. You brought back two glasses this time.
He was rubbing at the skin on his face when you walked back in. You figured he was in shock, so you put a hand to his forehead. He was pale, but his skin wasn’t clammy, which might be due to the arctic storm raging outside of the house. You had him lay back down and shut his eyes to attempt to get some sleep, while you made him some tea.
You couldn’t risk him catching a cold, not in the state he was in. You quickly filled the kettle up and turned the stove burner on. You placed the kettle on the burner and opened the cabinet that held the tea. You looked for a noncaffeinated one that hopefully aided in relaxation. A box of chamomile tea at the back of the cabinet caught your eye and you moved different boxes to pull that one. The back told you that it was noncaffeinated and you sighed in relief. You opened the cup cabinet and pulled out a large mug, you opened the box and pulled out one of the tea bags dropping it into the bottom of the mug.
As soon as the kettle started to whistle you took it off of the stove, not wanting to aggravate Techno’s headache with the loud noise. You poured the boiling water into the mug and carried it out to him. You found him sitting up on the couch watching you with half-lidded eyes. He was clearly tired. The blanket had been pushed to the side. You placed the mug down on the side table, picked the blanket up, and sat next to him. He picked the mug up and sipped on it slowly. He leaned against you and rested his head on your shoulder sighing. You reached up and slowly rubbed circles on his back. He sighed deeply and relaxed into your touch.
He lifted his head off of you and moved so his back was facing you. He put his tea down on the table and started attempting to lift his shirt off. You helped him and made sure he didn’t jostle his head around too much. As soon as his shirt was fully off, you wrapped the blanket around his shoulders so he wouldn’t get cold.
You understood what he was asking for so you got up and started heading towards the bathroom. You thought that a strong-smelling lotion might aggravate his head, so you were looking for an unscented one. There was an unscented shea butter lotion near the front of the cabinet so you quickly grabbed it and took it back to the couch. You got settled behind him and gently tugged the blanket down. You pumped some of the lotion into your hand and rubbed it between your hands to warm it up. He picked the tea up again and took a slow sip.
When you deemed it to be warm enough, you gently placed your hands on his back and began to massage his trapezius. He sighed and leaned back into your touch, sipping his tea. It didn’t take you long to find a knot, and he groaned when you focused on working it out of his muscle.
There were multiple knots, and you gently worked each one out. He eventually leaned forward away from you to set his now empty mug down and turned around wincing slightly when he moved his head too fast. You picked the blanket up and began to fluff a pillow for him to lay on. You placed the pillow down and moved to get off of the couch, but he gently pushed you back down so you were laying on the pillow. You smiled softly when he took the blanket and threw it over himself, making sure to cover you as well. He adjusted himself so that he could lay on your chest comfortably. You kissed the top of his head before settling your head down on the pillow. He sighed in contentment and after a few minutes, you felt his breathing even out. You smiled to yourself, and slowly let sleep overtake you.