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“Fuck you, I’m fine!” Dabi screeched, before doubling over and coughing into his knees.
“Dude, give in,” Hawks stared, leaning lazily against the wall of the abandoned building they were in for their weekly meeting. Which Dabi should’ve cancelled and not shown up.
The fire quirk user didn’t bother gracing Hawks with a response, instead giving him a wonderful display of his middle finger. And even that small movement seemed to trigger another fit of rough, jagged coughing that sounded like it was tearing at Dabi’s chest from the inside.
”You’re gonna get yourself hurt, babe,” Hawks said, stepping forward to brace the taller man with his arm.
“I’m not your shitty girlfriend,” Dabi hissed hoarsely, “stop acting so fucking worried.”
”I guess you’re right, firefly,” Hawks mock sighed, “I guess I’ll always be single.”
“Stop with the theatrics,” he huffed, rolling his eyes. He was trying to distract the hero from the fact he was still leaning heavily on the wall, and he was pretty sure that Hawks could tell, but was deciding to ignore it for his sake.
“Dabs, I dunno if you’ve noticed, but you’re sick,” Hawks stated dryly, any hint of amusement leaving his voice. “You need to go home, lie down, probably pop a few tylenol and sleep this bullshit off.”
”Hawks, I dunno if you’ve noticed,” Dabi replied, mocking Hawks’ no-nonsense tone, “but I don’t have the liberty to go lie down and sleep this off. I’m a villain, dipshit.”
“Villain doesn’t mean not human,” Hawks argued back, “you need rest arguably more than the average person.”
“Fuck off, I’m leaving,” Dabi scoffed, “I’m now going to continue with my day the same way I always would.”
Dabi pushed himself up off the wall, ignoring how his vision went fuzzy around the edges.
“Suit yourself!” Hawks yelled behind him, “Don’t come running to me when you get yourself injured or dying in a ditch.”
“Dude, I didn’t think you’d actually be bleeding out in a ditch,” the blonde man sighed, pressing Dabi’s ripped t-shirt to his stab wound.
“Got jumped,” Dabi muttered, squeezing his eyes shut against the pain of the gaping hole in his thigh.
Hawks’ phone buzzed in his pocket. A message notification from Dabi flashed across the screen.
patchwork pal
uh
yknkw how yiu said to
not die in a ditch
fuckass chicken
What the FUCK did you do??
patchwork pal
ill explain when u get there or smth
if im not dead by then LMFAO
patchwork pal started sharing location
”Do you wanna explain yourself now?” Hawks asked, exasperation forgotten. Now, he was just concerned.
”I already said,” Dabi slurred slightly, “got jumped.”
”And why didn’t you fight them off like you normally do?”
Dabi didn’t want to admit that he was too feverish and his senses were too dulled for him to fight his attackers efficiently.
So he stayed silent.
”What the fuck am I going to do with you, huh?” Hawks asked him, brushing hair off Dabi’s forehead.
Dabi scowled and tried to raise a shaky arm to swat Hawks’ hand away, but failing miserably and slapping himself in the face.
The hero bit back a chuckle.
“I’m calling Kurogiri to teleport us back to your base. I can’t fly with you like this,” Hawks explained after an awkward five minutes of silence.
Everything went rather quickly after that. Kurogiri showed up, teleported them back to base, and Dabi was carried to his bedroom and had his leg bandaged.
At least now he would have to rest.