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Charlie was in his basement. The dark, cold basement. So cold. Cold like… like Tilín.. they were so cold after he…
Fuck. All Charlie saw was the blood on his hands, the blood of his niece, someone who trusted him. Nobody would trust him now. He needs to get the stupid blood off of his hands right now.
He finds a dirty rag from when he was told to try clean up his house from Roier. This would do. He starts scrubbing, but all it does is make his arms pink. It’s not enough.
He starts scratching, scraping, trying to get the blood off that he sees though his tears. All it did is make his arms bloody… wait.
The blood wasn’t real. It was his stupid brain.
This is all too much. Way too much. Roier talked to him about this. He needs to-
SLIMECICLE: roier
SLIMECICLE: eggxile basement
SLIMECICLE: please
IROIER: one second
Roier lowers his communicator and pats Richarlyson on the head.
“Hey. Can you go to Tío Fit for a while? I need to help your other Tío,”
Richarlyson nods and pulls out his warp stone with a salute.
“Thanks Richas. I’ll see you later,”
Roier swiftly warps to Eggxile, the nauseous feelings no longer affecting him. He sprints over to the door, and doesn’t even bother to knock. As he lowers down the ladder, he calls out to Charlie.
“Hey Slime, are you ok?”
The question was practically redundant, as the man never asked for help until he really needed it.
Roier looked around, which was difficult to do without proper lighting, but spotted him in the back right corner. He was curled into himself, seemingly sobbing.
Roier speeded over, and then crouched down to his level. He slowly reached his hand out and guided Charlie’s head up to make eye contact.
“Hey man. Are you ok?” he asked again, trying to gauge what was wrong. Slime just slowly nodded his head no.
“What happened?”
Slime then unfolded his arms, revealing the blood. That was not his main goal though, as he started to mime writing on a board with his hands.
It all clicked in that moment for Roier.
“Oh! Can we get an age check?”
Charlie hesitantly held up two fingers, but then lowered one of them.
Roier paused, knowing Charlie never normally went this young. It didn’t bother him, and he just started to create a plan of action.
“Ok! We have a little Slime, don’t we? Here, let’s get you cleaned up,”
Roier then assisted Charlie in standing up. They slowly but surely made their way across the wooden floor to the newly installed bathroom that Foolish had assisted in making. One foot infront of the other, arms around shoulders.
Eventually they made it inside, and Roier helped Charlie onto the counter to sit as he digged though his backpack for his medical supplies. And… oh, he left them at home.
He looked back up at Slime, who was curled up and chewing on his shirt sleeve.
Roier raised his arm up and lightly pushed Charlie’s mouth away. He said, “Let’s not do that buddy, alright? Do you want a binky?”
Slime nodded and slightly smiled.
“Stay right here, ok? I’m gonna get yours from the other room,”
Roier then left the room for just a few seconds, and then came right back. He didn’t want to leave him for too long, which goes back to his original problem.
“Charlie, is it alright if Cellbit comes over to drop off my medkit? I forgot it and I need to clean up your arms,”
Charlie nodded and went back to fiddling with his hands. Roier pulled out his communicator to ask.
IROIER: hey gatinho
IROIER: can you bring my medkit to charlie’s basement
IROIER: he’s littler than normal and i don’t wanna leave him
CELLBIT: of course guapito
CELLBIT: one minute
Roier then decided to start cleaning off Slime’s face and arms. He had stopped crying a while ago, but his face was still wet. Roier took a clean towel and wet it with warm water, and softly rubbed it over his face. Slime was obviously feeling refreshed after the warmth.
Next, Roier started wiping off his arms with gentle care. Charlie closed his eyes and just rested after what felt like so long.
Soon later, there was a faint knock on the door.
“Come in!”
Cellbit made his way downstairs, medical supplies in hand. He was able to spot Roier in the bathroom, cleaning off a washcloth of sorts. As he moved closer, he could see Slime on the counter. He was sat crisscrossed with his arms hanging over the sink. He turned his head and smiled, pacifier in mouth.
“Hi Slime! Hi Roier! I brought the stuff,” he exclaimed, entering the room and putting the container on the counter.
“Gracias mi amor! Hey Slime, do you want a treat or a drink?”
Slime excitedly mimed drinking as Roier smiled.
Cellbit spoke up, “How does angel milk sound?”
Charlie then clapped his hands and smiled again. Cellbit immediately left the room to start working on that, leaving Roier to clean up his arms.
“Alright little one, this is gonna sting for a second, so I need you to be brave,” Roier spoke as he poured liquid into a piece of cotton.
Charlie squeezed his eyes closed as Roier rubbed it across his arm. Little tears formed in the corners of his eyes, but before it got bad Roier was putting the littles arms under warm water again.
“Almost done, Charlie. We just have to dry your arms and then wrap them up! Then you can have your drink,”
Roier opened up his kit another time, but now he pulled out four colorful wraps. All the egg parents carried around bandages and other medical supplies that were themed younger as to not scare the kids.
“You get to choose which design you want! You can have the green dinosaurs, the pink butterflies, the yellow and blue striped, or the orange and red polka dots,”
Roier held them all out, as Charlie reached out and tapped the green one.
“Great choice! I’m gonna need you to stay really still while I do this. Pretend to be a statue for me, ok?”
Charlie proceeded to hold his breath and tense up his muscles.
“Oh buddy, you can relax! Just don’t move around too much.” Roier chuckled and watched as Charlie breathed again.
Roier skillfully wrapped his arms up, making sure not to miss any of the cuts. When he was done, he playfully placed a big kiss on his arm, and Slime giggled.
Just then, Cellbit poked in the doorframe.
“Your drink is ready! Do you want to move over to the couch to have it?”
Charlie nodded with a yawn. The two then helped him as he stumbled over and plopped down.
Right after, Cellbit walked away and came back with the softest blanket Slime had ever seen. And once it was on him, he realized that Cellbit had put it in the dryer to warm it up. That with the warm angel milk made Charlie feel the best he’s felt in a while.
After he finished sipping on his drink while listening to the random conversations of Roier and Cellbit, Slime’s eyes grew heavy. Roier knew he would have to talk about what happened with Charlie when he was not little, but for now, he needed his warm rest.