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.Medkit slouched over at his desk. A bottle of a high quality rum sat next to him. A shot glass accompanied it. Medkit's eye was focused on the paper right in front of him. He was incharge of all the bills in him and Banhammer's relationship due to Banhammer's poor skills in math.
He let out a sigh. The buzz of the alcohol had been affecting him. Originally he just had it to take off some stress. He'd been having more flashbacks recently and nightmares. He would've told Banhammer but he himself was always busy phighting. There was a Phestival currently going on and he had been working overtime. He didn't need to, but banhammer was competitive and wanted to win the phestival.
The rum bottle was picked up. He held it there looking at it. The rim of the bottle made its way to his lips as he took a drink of it. The liquid burning his throat. He was so used to it was practically numbing to him. Letting out a gasp of air as it was replaced back to the desk. Yet the headache did not go away.
With the amount of alcohol in his system, taking medication right now could probably have some very negative side effects. Medkit yawned, he was so tired. He rested his head on his desk. A small nap, just to ease this headache. Medkits eyelid drooped, and soon came to a close.
Medkit was surrounded in darkness.
Sound.
Voices.
So many voices, it was so loud. He just wanted it to-
“STOP!”
Medkit froze, Looking down on him was his old coworker Subspace. Medkit was stuck. The room smelled of flesh. His breathing was hitched and his left eye was grasped by Subspace's clawed hand. Medkit’s only functioning eye darted from Subspace's eyes and the hand wrapped around his eye.
A wet noise was heard.
Tearing.
Medkit screamed at the pain. His eye was being pulled out. The veins pumping blood to said eye had been torn apart as they splattered a maroon colored plasma out of the socket. And god, god did it burn. He screamed.
And screamed.
His voice hurt.
It began to go black around him. But he kept calling out.
Someone.
Anyone.
But nobody came.
Medkit shot up at his desk. The nightmare replayed in his head. He reached for his eyepatch and ran a hand underneath it, feeling over the scarring of his very long ago injury. His breathing quickened. A twisted feeling crept up his throat, he felt as if a spider’s nest had just hatched, and the little baby spiders were crawling around his throat.
He looked around, the closest thing to him was the rum. The sweet rum. He took it and began to drink. It scorched his throat. But it was getting rid of the spiders. Drowning them away in the sweet rum. Some began to drip down the sides of his mouth. He put the bottle down and took a breath as coughs began to emanate from him. It burned like hell. He began to regret his decisions. He had no water around him.
Medkit began to tear up from the pain. Why was he crying? He shook his head to hopefully dismiss some of the burning. His head pounded. He held his head in his hands and brought his knees up to his chest in the desk chair he sat in. Tears streamed down the side of his face as little hiccups and sobs emanated from him. Was he forever going to be like this? Forever in pain? Forever strung to his horrible past? Forever alone?
His mind began to fog. All the alcohol from his recent decision had started to take a toll. He couldn't think straight. He felt vulnerable. Medkit began to disconnect from reality in a way. He wasn't all there. He couldn't think properly. What was going on?
Medkits head jerked up, snapping back to reality- somewhat. But he soon came to realize it was a bad idea, as his headache began to throb again. But he swore he heard something. A door shutting. Somewhere in the house.
“Meddy! I'm home! Sorry for bein’ so late!” Banhammer tried his best not to slam the door shut. He’s already broken the door once. Didn't want to have to install another one. He dropped his hammer off by the door and went to the bedroom.
They shared a king sized bed in the middle of the room due to him falling off the old queen sized bed much too many times. He took his armor and blindfold off, quickly adjusting to the light, and changed into some comfortable clothes. Shorts and a t-shirt. Medkit wasn't present in the bedroom. He must've been in his office. So that's where he went. It was the third door in the hall, across from the bathroom.
Approaching the door, he knocked. “Meds, you in there?” He creaked the door open, what he saw was what he last expected.
Medkit turned around to look at Banhammer, he was a wreck. Hair was ruffled and his face red from crying. Banhammer’s expression quickly softened as he went over to him.
“Medkit, what's wrong?” He kneeled down to the deers level. Looking at him as he reached out.
Medkit let out a quiet whimper in response. Banhammer's eyes directed towards the bottle. It was nearly empty.
“What's got you drinking like this?” He moved his hand over to Medkit’s cheek, cupping it as he stared at the other male. And medkit practically melted into his large hand. They were rough and sandpapery. But he craved his love, his comfort. He just wanted someone to be there for him. Medkit outstretched his arms, indicating the need for a hug. Banhammer followed through and hugged him, picking up his partner.
Medkit felt so small in Banhammer’s hold. Like a little faun. He was repositioned to be laying now on Banhammer. He tucked his head into his shirt, taking in the smell of his husband.
Banhammer took note of how Medkit was feeling. He was never this clingy, even when inebriated. The only time he was this clingy was when he was… regressed. He looked down at Medkit.
“Meddy can y’look at me?” Medkit groaned and perked his head up.
“Do y’feel.. Y’know…” Banhammer didn't know how to present the question. Medkit stared up at him still. He reached a hand up to him and touched his face. Banhammer smiled down at him. In response the deer’s lips on the sides perked up.
“Medkit, you uh… little? Er.. regressed?” He finally asked. Medkit thought about it. Was he?
Medkit began to put the pieces together, why his brain was foggy wasn't because of the alcohol- well it kinda was- why he was so sensitive, so vulnerable feeling; He was in a younger mindset. He looked up to Banhammer.
“Mhm.” The deer admitted it. Banhammer’s expression came to a solace
“Well how ‘bout we get you to bed lil one? You look like ya need it.”
Medkit didn't wanna sleep. He wasn't tired, and he had stuff to do! Was what he was thinking before he yawned. Realizing how exhausted he actually was. He tried to protest but before he knew it, Banhammer was carrying him to the room.
Medkits stomach began to churn. His body was starting to feel more negative side effects from the alcohol. He began to whine. But Banhammer read it as just protesting against sleep.
“Nope. You gotta go t’ bed. No use phightin it.” Banhammer made it to their room. He closed the door with a gentle kick. Medkit felt dizzy and the nausea creeped up his system. It wasn't until Banhammer set down Medkit he saw how bad he looked. He was paler in the face and Medkit had a hand over his mouth. The other over his stomach. Banhammer’s expression flickered in concern.
“Meds? What's up?” Another whine came from Medkit as a response. He began to tear up. He didn't want to puke. He gagged. This finally clicked for Banhammer as he jolted up and began to look around for a trashcan. Something for Medkit to puke in. He spotted the one next to the tv in their room and fetched it.
But when Banhammer turned around he heard it. Medkit vomiting. It got on his hand and clothes. Medkit tried to hold it back as he began to cry. He brought the trashcan over and held it in front of him.
“Im here Med. It's alright.” He held the trash bin up to the male and rubbed his back providing comfort. Hiccups and cries came from Medkit, as bile made its way out of him and into the trash.
A couple of minutes passed, and the storm in his stomach had dispersed. Medit sat there quietly. Upset that he couldn't hold it in longer. Banhammer came back into the room. He left to go replace the trash bag.
“Hey Meds, y’ feelin’ any better?” He in fact did not. His hands smelled of puke, he was tired, upset, and all dirty. He shook his head no in response.
“Well, how ‘bout we get you washed up ‘ey?” Banhammer put a hand out to Medkit to help him up. He didn't want to touch Banhammer with his dirty hands. But he did it. He wanted to be clean and this would be the only way to achieve said goal.
The sound of running water filled the small room as the bathtub filled up.
“Right, arms up Meddy.” Medkit did as he was told. And Banhammer pulled up and off the shirt he was wearing. He did the same with his bottoms, and eyepatch, leaving the man now standing naked and cold. Scars were present across his body, most were faded or fading. He watched the water finish filling the bath.
“Shouldn’ be too cold for ya. Cmon.” Banhammer offered a guided hand as Medkit stepped into the water. It invited him, and made the cold feeling disperse. He sat his butt down and outstretched his legs, his hooved feet touched the other side of the bath. His lower body and up to his midchest area now soaked. It was nice. He watched the water move as he slouched in the water.
“Y’need help or you got it?” Banhammer asked, he was still in the room. He sat on the ground in front of the bathtub. Medkit turned to look at him. Then at the water. He contemplated it before finally nodding.
“Got it. I'll go getta cup.” Banhammer heaved off the ground and left to the kitchen to go get one.
Medkit sat there. He bobbed his head side to side, the crystal floating above his head followed, he also tapped his hooves against the end of the bath. He waited for Banhammer's return with the cup.
He started to become more aware of his body now alone. He could feel the edge of water separating his top half and his lower half from the water and the humid bathroom. He took a hand out of the water and dipped it back, feeling the difference. It was cooler outside of the water, but in the water it was warm. Heated. A comfort.
There was a knock at the door. “Medkit! ‘M back. I got this plastic cup. I think it’ll work.” Medkit’s head jerked over to look at him. A blue plastic cup in his hold. He stopped tapping his hooves and fixed his seating. Banhammer reseated himself on the ground and put the cup in the water. The air inside of it bubbled up and was replaced with the water. He picked it up, and poured it on Medkit’s shoulder. He repeated the process, making sure he was thoroughly dampened. He then got to Medkits hair.
“Turn so your back’s facin me please med. I gotta do your hair.” Medkit began to protest. He didn't like his hair being washed, even when he was a kid. He had thick hair so it was always a pain to wash and dry. And it was down to his shoulders.
“Meddy?” Medkit had been sitting there. Not doing as asked. He shook his head no. Banhammer sighed in response.
“Alright, we won't wash your hair. Y’can do that on your own time.” Banhammer stood up once again. “Ya ready to get outta the bath?”
“Mhm.” Medkit responded. Reaching his hands up to Banhammer. His vision was foggy due to tiredness and inebriation.
Banhammer pulled the deer boy up and helped him out of the bath, before wrapping him up in a nice towel. He pulled the bath drain and then grinned looking at the toweled male. He stood behind him and reached his large hands to the sides of him. Medkit had not taken notice yet.
His hands closed in. “I'm gonna get ya!” He then closed in on the deers sides and began to ruffle the towel against his skin. Medkit squeaked, and started to laugh. Banhammer’s smile raised as he heard to laugh, it was rare to see his partner happy, let alone hear him laugh.
“Ya like that don’ ya?” Banhammer let out a heavy laugh. Eventually he finally settled down. “Let’s get you dressed Meds.”
Medkit nodded as Banhammer led the way. He could feel the towel brushing up against his wagging tail. He was happy right now, it had been so long since he felt like this. Too long.
Banhammer looked through the closet, picking out a nicely hung pair of pajamas. “This a’ight?” Medkit looked at it, it was a 2 piece silk pajama set he got for a white elephant event a while back. He nodded as Banhammer set it down on the bed. He took the shirt off the hanger and went over to Medkit, who was currently shivering.
The warmth of the humid bathroom and bath was now gone. Replaced with the cold bedroom. The only thing on him was a towel and his boxers he put on while waiting for Banhammer to find an outfit.
“Arms up Medkit.” Medkit put his arms up as the texture of the smooth pajama top brushed against his skin. He adjusted it as Banhammer got the bottoms. Banhammer helped as Medkit stuck one hoof through, then the other and they were pulled up. He was all dressed in his cozy silk pajamas.
Medkit yawned. He then quietly muttered something.
“What meds? Cannya speak up?”
“Thank… thank you.” He uttered.
“Aw! The pleasures are all mine! I'm just helpin ya out.” Banhammer then stretched and looked more tired himself. “Ya ready for bed Meddy?” Medkit responded with a nod as he crawled to his side of the bed and began to situate himself under the blankets. Banhammer was already in pajamas so there was no need to change. He helped tuck in his partner and then himself.
“G’night Medkit. Love you dear.” Medkit let out a pleasured and sleepy hum as a response. Banhammer plucked a kiss onto his forehead as they soon drifted to sleep. Satisfied with how their day ended.