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Walking down the street, the teal-horned doctor felt drained. Not just physically, but emotionally too. He'd kept up the deadpan, straight-faced act for a while now, and really just wanted to get home as quickly as possible.
He's approaching the bus stop soon, the overhead lights casting a faint glow on the pavement. The puddles of water ripple with each drop of rain from the heavy downpour, serving as a distraction to his racing mind.
The rain pours down his back, soaking his clothes and his hair. He couldn't care less. The cold air and dark sky only worsens his mood, not to mention he had forgotten his umbrella at his home.
Medkit waits by the bus stop, his body trembling from the freezing rain and wind. He watched puddles rippling with each drop of rain, the seconds and minutes blurring together into what feels like hours.
His heartbeat rings in his ears, how long has he been standing in this weather? Surely, he'd get sick.
He's faintly aware of the tears running down his face, and he wipes them away, wishing they'd stop.
Finally, he sees the headlights of a bus drawing near. It stops, and the doors open, and he steps inside, trailing water into the bus. The driver pays him no mind.
Sitting down on one of the seats, he notices he's the only one there. His heart aches, and his body felt like he'd crumble into ash at any moment.
It's a long ride home, he realizes. A very, very long ride home.
His watches the rain fall down, still shivering. His heart hurts. Why does it hurt? It's strange to him, the overwhelming feeling of sadness felt like it was consuming him. He curls into himself, wishing he could just cry himself to sleep. He'd save himself the embarrassment of crying in front of the bus driver, trying to hold those tears in for just a little bit longer.
At last, he's finally home. He pays the bus driver, mumbling a quiet thanks, before stepping off. He just needs to walk about a block back, and then he could finally rest.
If the bus ride felt long, the walk felt almost excruciating. His cold body and wet clothes didn't help at all. The heat of Lost Temple only served to make him feel somewhat nauseous.
Medkit wonders if Hyperlaser would be home. He wonders what he'd think of him in such a horrible state. Would he still love him? He hopes he does.
His shaky hands open the door to his home, noticing Hyperlaser sitting on the couch. He was watching something on the TV while petting Princess. The black cat meows when she sees Medkit, and Hyperlaser turns to look at him.
"Oh, Medkit..." He started, setting Princess down and getting up from the couch to walk over to the medic.
"..." He couldn't bring himself to speak, words caught in his throat. Hyperlaser strokes Medkit's damp hair, tracing the outline of his cheek. His hands were warm, so warm against his cold skin.
"Let's get you cleaned up," Hyperlaser says, closing the door and leading Medkit upstairs.
He doesn't remember taking his clothes off, getting into the shower, or Hyperlaser untangling his messy hair. Everything happens in a blur, like he's in some sort of daze.
Now he's in bed, his head cradled in Hyperlaser's lap. He had put on some random show on earlier, which had eventually faded into background noise. Hyperlaser's hands comtinue to comb through his hair.
"You feel like talking about it?" His voice is quiet, as if not trying to startle Medkit. The taller shakes his head.
Hyperlaser shifts a bit, moving Medkit to lay his head on his chest. The medic sighed shakily, clutching the mercenary's clothes tightly. As his hands run through his hair, Medkit finds himself unable to hold back tears.
So he cries. He cries for a while, actually. Hyperlaser gently shushes and comforts him, rubbing his back and stroking his hair.
It's not long before he finally cries himself to sleep, feeling exhausted. Hyperlaser turns the lamp on the nightstand off with a click.
"Goodnight, Medkit." He whispered, pressing a kiss to his forehead.