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It was evening, on their weekly day off.
Spamton and Tenna were washing dishes, he was washing and Tenna was drying. They were almost finished, only some cutlery and a gross baking tin was left.
“ So, “ Tenna started speaking, drying the last of the cups. “ What do you want to do after this? “
“ Well, we could play some board games “ Spamton proposed.
“ Yeah.. “ Tenna sounded indifferent to the idea.
“ Do you not want to play because I always win?” Spamton teased as he began to wash a large cooking knife.
“ No!!! “ Tenna defended himself, his antenna swishing back like a cat when it’s angry.
“ I may suck at board games, but atleast Im not standing on a stool right now! “ He exclaimed, nudging Spamton playfully, putting him off balance.
He wobbled for a moment as he tried to regain balance. Suddenly one foot came off the stool, and in his descent, the knife in his right hand cut along his left arm.
“ OWCH !! “
Spamton gasped, stared at the fresh wound, blood quickly starting to drip from it. It spanned from his wrist to the middle of his fore arm.
“ S— Spammy!!? ” Tenna exclaimed, his voice high in pitch. He took the knife tinged with his blood from his hand and put it in the sink.
Tenna kneeled down to Spamton, he looked distraught, and above his nose was an anxious purple.
He turned to face Tenna, holding his cut arm in his hand.
“ Are you okay?? “ Tenna questioned him, his voice concerned.
Spamtom looked down at the cut. It wasnt that deep, he guessed that it was only half a centimeter at the deepest. It would scar over fully within a few days.
Looking back up at Tenna, he truthfully answered a “ Yes I’m fine. “
Tenna stared at the wound, blood still trailing out. His bottom lip trembled.
“ Im so sorry..! I really didn’t mean for you to end up hurt! I should have realized that you were holding that knife before I pushed you. “ Tenna bursted out, tears forming where his eyes would be.
“ Tens it’s okay.. I know that you didn’t mean to hurt me. “ Spamton reached up to touch the side of Tennas face.
Tenna slowly looked up at him, the deep sorrow spread across his face made his heart ache.
“ Tenna, I know how much you love me. I would never be mad at you over some accident. “
“ I still feel bad..“ Tenna muttered, tilting his head into Spamton’s hand.
“ It’s okay, Tenna. “
“ Okay “ Tenna said, seemingly trying to supress the disdain.
He sniffed and rubbed his screen, and then reached out his hands. Carefully he picked Spamton up princess-style.
“ Hey wait, Tenna I don’t want to get my blood on your clothes!! “ Spamton exclaimed, raising up his wounded arm.
“ It doesn’t matter, don’t worry. “ Tenna said, his voice was still shakey as he reassured him. He grabbed a cloth and wiped away the blood from around the cut, then held the cloth around the cut tightly.
“ I can hold onto it if you need. “ Spamton offered.
“ No, no it’s okay. I want you to rest. Holding it would be too much for you. “
“ You make it sound like I just survived a car crash… “ Spamton joked, laying his head on Tenna’s chest.
Tenna scoffed tenderly as he carried him to the other side of the kitchen.
He watched as Tenna tried and failed to open a cupboard with his nose.
“ Tenna.. “ Spamton giggled as he fumbled.
Tenna looked down at him and grumbled, his one antenna drooping.
“ C’mon. I can hold the cloth myself, can’t I? “ he said, placing his free hand on Tenna’s.
Tenna sighed, his gaze caring.
“ ….Okay…. Just make sure you hold onto your arm tightly. “ Tenna instructed.
“ I will. “ Spamton smiled.
Tenna let go of the cloth on Spamtons injured arm and raised Spamtons hand, the one that was on top of his. Tenna lowered his head to kiss the top of his hand, making him blush.
Spamton held his hand in place after Tenna let go, until he remembered he had to put pressure on the cut.
He’s so lovely.
Raising his arm, Tenna opened the cupboard, which had assorted medicines.
Tenna reached to the highest shelf first, taking out a roll of gauze and medical tape. He then took out a few different ointments from the shelf below it.
He closed the cupboard and placed Spamton on the ledge of the island. He noticed that all of the things Tenna had grabbed were still in the package. He was curious as to why. Surely he would have had to use them sometime?
“ Have you never used these..? “ Spamton asked curiously.
Tenna looked up from opening a package of polysporin.
“ I haven’t. “ He said flatly, before going back to unwrapping.
“ Why? I thought maybe you would have already. “ Spamton pondered, keeping his gaze on Tenna.
“ Well, I guess it’s because I dont exactly need it. I’m a CRT! I have a whole different healing system from most other darkeners.. “ He explained almost egotistically, hanging one arm on his neck.
Spamton hummed a questioning tone.
“ Why do you have all of this, then? “
“ Well because, “ Tenna looked back up at Spamton, “ When we first got together, I was worried what would happen if you did get hurt. So I learned a bunch of remedies and bought them so that you wouldnt have to be in pain. “ Tenna confessed, his screen turning a light pink near the end of the spiel. He tilted his head down to the bandages again.
“ Tenna you’re so sweet.”
Tenna hmmed thankfully.
He barely caught Tennas face shift to melancholy before his screen was completely unseen.
Spamton sighed, brushing it off. He looked out the window above the sink, the sun was far past setting, darkening the room. It was about time he liked to start relaxing.
“ Anywho, c’mon! Lets get this thing bandaged up. “ He nodded toward his injury, wanting to get this whole scene over with.
“ Oh, yeah, “ Tenna grabbed the roll of gauze and opened it. Grabbing scissors, he cut it just shorter then the length of Spamtons forearm. Finally the cloth Spamton was holding firmly was removed.
They washed the wound with water and dried it. Tenna then applied some polysporin, covered the cut with the roll of gauze, and covered it with what Spamton thought was way too much medical tape.
…
“ There we go..! “ Tenna sighed. his smile was almost strained. Like he was still sorrowful.
For a heartbeat he wondered if Tenna was okay. Ultimately he decided to wait until another time.
He was growing weary, and thoughtlessly he puffed out a “ Whoopie!.. “
“ Hmm? Are you tired? “ Tenna asked, walking toward him.
“ I suppose.. “ He responded, his voice quiet.
Tenna let out a sharp breath, like you would do if you were amused, and stopped infront of him.
“ Well, do you want me to carry you, or do you want to walk to bed? “ Tenna proposed, opening up his arms.
He looked up at Tenna.
“ ..It’s your decision… “ He felt embarrased being offered to be carried.
“ Okay..!!! “ Tenna smiled, picking him up princess-style again. He held him tightly, as if not wanting to drop Spamton.
Spamton got comfortable in Tenna’s hold. He grinned, closing his eyes.
“ Thank goodness for you. My ass was getting pulverized by that counter. “