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McHat couldn't be more relieved to finally get home. Work was really stressful for him today, between Blue Man complaining about the low quality food (It's McDeez, what'd he expect?) and Alni accidentally setting a chair on fire again.
The stress from dealing with stupid customers for hours on end made McHat end up with a pretty bad Migraine. Just walking to his bedroom felt like hell from his head throbbing and dizziness.
Eventually he made it to his room and went straight to his bed. He sighed in relief, finally being able to relax (Or at least try to).
He was still in a lot of pain, though. He would've went to go take medicine to help sooth the pain, but walking to go get them would involve more pain and vertigo.
BKC heard that McHat was home, so he went to go greet him. McHat didn't usually get unready (I can't words) so fast, so BKC was a bit suprised to see him already in bed, let alone laying in pain.
"McHa- Oh damn. Dude, what's wrong?"
"M' head fuck'n hurts..." McHat weakly responded.
"Tsk, you're crying over a little headache? Woww, thought you were stronger than that." BKC scoffed.
McHat groaned. "No- havin' a migraine..."
"...isn't that just a headache?"
"Worse..."
"Whatever, you can tough it out. It's your turn to take out the trash, please get on that."
"Can't- Hurts too bad..."
"Well that's not my problem, now is it?" BKC said, frustrated with McHat.
He left the room, leaving him to do the simple task. Suddenly, he started to rethink things.
Maybe it wasn't just a headache. Maybe McHat was acctually suffering pretty badly.
Oh god. Emotions.
BKC felt some sort of... Regret? Sorryness? Care?
BKC came back with pain relief medicine. McHat slowly looked at him, confused at his sudden care for him.
"Here. Take them. I... May have been a bit too harsh on you." BKC confessed.
McHat looked at the bottle to see how much to take, opened the bottle, took that much, and drank some water to help it go down.
"Thanks." McHat said tiredly.
"Do you... need anything else?"
"Ice pack."
"Uh, ok sure." BKC said before getting him an ice pack.
He figured it was to help with the headache, which was correct. He got an ice pack from the freezer and went back to McHat.
"I got you your thing." BKC said, handing him the ice pack.
"Thanks..."
"Are you going to be ok?
"Yeah- j'st needa rest 'n let the meds happen..."
"Ok. Call me if you need me."
McHat layed alone in his dark, quiet room. Any brighter or any louder than the light from the window or the background noise happening in the rest of the world, and things would only get worse. He was so tired, yet the nausea and pain made it difficult for him to rest. Eventually the tiredness won the battle and he slipped into a nap.
He woke up about an hour and a half later, his headache slightly dulled, ice pack mostly melted, and a little less tired.
He reached for his water bottle to find it was practically empty. Shit, now he has to go fill it up.
He grabbed the water bottle and stood up, just to be hit with a wave of nausea and vertigo. He pushed through it and slowly hobbled to the kitchen. Seeing him awake seemed to grab BKC's attention.
"Oh, you're up."
"yeah... 'm th'rsty..." McHat said. "Still hurt..."
McHat filled up his water bottle.
"That sucks."
"Can you... Cuddle..?" McHat asked weakly
"Uhhh... What?"
"Hurts... Need you..." He explained, still struggling to get the words out.
BKC stared at him in confusion for a moment. "...Fine. Let's go."
The two went to McHat's room. McHat placed his water on his bedside table and layed down, BKC getting next to him. McHat leaned against him, still tired, in pain, and out of it.
BKC hated showing care and empathy. But, something about McHat... Made him sorta want to. But he couldn't, he had to be tough and show no weakness, not even for... McHat.
...
Fuck it.
BKC gently wrapped his arm around McHat. McHat winced from the headache, the nausea, the... Everything.
"Hey. You're ok. I've got you."
McHat slightly smiled at his comforting words. "Thanks... love you."
BKC blushed trying to think of a response. "Uh- ...same."
BKC and McHat continued to cuddle for a while. McHat layed in BKC's arms, still being painfully tortured by his own body. Whenever his pulsing headache got worse, BKC gently rubbed the sides of his head to try to relive some of his pain.
BKC sucks at empathy. They both knew that. But he tried for McHat, and that worked enough.