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“My pussy hurtsss,” Mapicc whines, trying to keep his voice from dipping too low in his chest. Stupid ass surgery.
“I know bro I know,” Smiley comforts, putting blaze powder in a pouch to use as a heating pad. Or, a replacement one, for when Silver either stops being warm enough or starts fucking up the stitches.
“You can move me,” Silver suggests, which Mapicc growls at. “Woah. It was just a suggestion, don’t get worked up.”
“Be nice to him, Silver,” Smiley shakes his head.
“Yeah,” Mapicc agrees, putting a hand on Silver’s side and pulling. “Be nice to me.”
“Why are you pulling at me?” Silver asks, mostly flat.
“Because I want you to fucking move, dumbass,” Mapicc bites, and tugs again. “Roll over, be a good boy.”
“That’s insane,” Smiley says bluntly, while Silver starts giggling. He does roll over though, which lets Mapicc grab his shoulder.
“I’m just a dog in this team,” Silver says, notably not the hellhound in the room. “What now?”
“You can’t say that to me. I’m in pain.” Mapicc tells him, then sits up just enough to grab Silver’s other side. Yes it hurts, but it’ll be worth it when he gets Silver right. “Lay down.”
“But then I can’t reach your– Stomach?” Silver blinks, because he is useless. Mapicc narrows his eyes.
“It’s obviously my tummy bro. And just fucking curl up, dumbass, I don’t give a shit if you snuggle me boy, just fix it.” He presents, because apparently Silver doesn’t know how to problem solve. “Hurry up.”
“Okay but you’re the one who moved me,” Silver points out, but leans his head on Mapicc’s neck and gets his hands back on Mapicc’s belly area.
“You can’t say that to him,” Smiley hums, then hisses and flicks his hand in the air like he’s been burned, which has Mapicc tensing before he can help it.
“Ow,” he complains because that hurt. He settles back down, trying to untense. “Ow. Fuck you Smiley.”
“What did I do!” Smiley exclaims, putting his pointer finger in his mouth.
“Scared me, bro. You can’t be yelling like that.” Mapicc complains, settling a hand in Silver’s hair. Very silky. Maybe that’s what he is; silkworm hybrid.
“I didn’t e– Okay bro, sure bro. Sure.” Smiley gives in, then swipes his hand on his pants. “My bad bro.”
“Just don’t do it again…” Mapicc responds ominously, then remembers the cramps. He grits his teeth and puts his left hand on his face. “Ow. Fuck.”
“Maybe one day we’ll find a cure, dude.” Silver proposes, nodding up into Mapicc’s other hand. Instinctively, he starts petting Silver with his fingers, keeping his palm and wrist still.
“The cure is to rip out my uterus. A vasectomy or something. No, a vivi… I don’t fucking know. That’s the cure though.” Mapicc explains, closing his eyes and relaxing into the bed. This sucks.
“Wait we should get on that,” Smiley suggests. Mapicc starts growling through his throat. “After you heal from appendicitis, I mean. Chill.”
“That felt pretty obvious,” Silver comments, no help to anyone.
“Silver, you genuinely have to be nicer to me. I’ll start crying. And throwing up.” Mapicc threatens, splaying his hand over Silver’s head, before returning to petting. “Everyone needs to be nicer to me.”
“We’re so nice,” Silver says, sliding his hands over Mapicc’s stomach, carefully avoiding the four holes in him. Ohhh that’s nice. Silver’s hands are good heating pads. “See?”
“That’s the only nice thing you’ve done all day,” Mapicc says. He can tell his voice is getting childish, but Silver is warm and soft, so really he doesn’t give a shit.
“What the heck!” Silver responds flatly, because that isn’t true at all. Mapicc gets free bullying rights for the next three to four days, though. Shit, hopefully the surgery didn’t fuck up his cycle. If he’s out of commission for a week he’s gonna kill someone.
“I wish I could respawn and restart my cycle. Then I wouldn’t have to– Dude. I’m gonna actually…” Mapicc breathes, and that hurts too and he tenses way too suddenly and– “Off. Off off off, Silver, off.”
Silver jumps away by the second ‘off’, Mapicc leans over the side of the bed to throw up. It clenches the muscles of his stomach and pulls on the four holes and it hurts like fuck. He swears he’s being torn apart, and he can’t make himself stop puking. Oh, he’s gonna–
He hates this. Mapicc gags into the bowl, faintly picking up on one (both?) of his teammates talking to him in a soft voice over the blood rushing in his skull and the sound of himself gagging. There’s a solid hand on his back, supporting him.
Mapicc chokes and gasps. With tears welling in the corners of his eyes, he wobbles on the one arm holding him up. Moving hurts too much, he– he can’t…
“You’re okay, you’re okay dude,” Smiley tells him, voice very soft and nice and comforting. Holy shit. Is he breathing? He can’t make himself take a breath, that isn’t–
“Uh, breathe?” Silver tells him, which lets Mapicc identify the hand. Long ass fingers. “Smiley?”
“Mapicc, breathe dude,” Smiley instructs, then hesitates. He can– do that. Maybe. Jesus christ, he’s so nauseous, but he swears if he throws up again he’ll pass out.
Unfortunately, Smiley’s right though, he has to breathe, that’s like step two of living.
Holy fuck does it hurt, though. He carefully whittles in a breath, jaw quivering at the pain. Ow ow ow.
“He needs water– Don’t– Silver don’t– He can’t lay down, stay like, sitting, okay?” Smiley commands distantly. Mapicc’s too concerned with the possibility of himself exploding. It’s not possible to die of being in too much pain, right? And they’d give him th–
Leaning on one arm wasn’t the best idea, because it collapses under the weight, and his mind goes entirely blank with a delirious fear.
“Ope–” Silver says, catching him and redirecting the momentum like an absolute angel. Silver you’re the goat, Mapicc says mentally. Out loud, he whimpers, which is embarrassing and the least of his worries. “Sorry.”
What the hell is this guy apologizing for, saving Mapicc’s whole shit?
“‘s good,” Mapicc manages quietly, exhausted. he misses being asleep. Where’d… Where’s Smiley?
“You have to sit up,” Silver informs him, cautious.
“Mmm,” Mapicc mumbles a groan, head lolling to the side. He’s hot and cold and just threw up and he has a headache and he doesn’t wanna move at all.
“Smiley has water for you,” Silver continues, adjusting to put one hand on each of Mapicc’s sides.
“Mmmm,” Mapicc grunts warningly. He takes back anything nice he’s said if Silver’s about to push him up.
“I have to bro. You’ve seen Smiley dude.” Silver says, but doesn’t move Mapicc any further, just coaxes him slowly into Silver’s side. That’s nice. Hurts like a bitch, but it’s nice.
“Did you lay down?” Is the first thing out of Smiley’s mouth when he walks back in. Mapicc blearily opens his eyes (when did…), and looks at the bottles of water Smiley’s holding. Ughhh. He really doesn’t wanna drink anything. He likes Silver so much more. Silver doesn’t make him drink a bunch of water. “Okay good.”
“You’re good bro,” Silver comforts easily, tilting his head to touch Mapicc’s, briefly brushing his horns. Mapicc groans through his throat, and closes his eyes. This room’s so fucking bright.
“Hey Mapicc,” Smiley greets, tone gentle. Mapicc, despite himself, mentally relaxes. “You need to sit up. I have water.”
“Mm,” Mapicc complains, tilting his head up against Silver, baring his neck.
“Don’t do that,” Smiley says. “Don’t try to appease me. You need water.”
“No I don’t.” Mapicc tries, even though he definitely does.
“Yes you do. Silver’s gonna lift you up, and you’re gonna be okay.” Smiley insists. Mapicc frowns.
“Who made you the boss,” he grouches, except Silver starts leaning up, with an arm around Mapicc, and he can’t breathe again. “No no n– Silver– Stop, h– j– Holy fuck.”
“You’re good you’re good you’re good you’re good,” Silver rushes, like he’s giving comms, and then they’re sitting up. “Sorry. That’s my bad. Sorry Mapicc.”
Mapicc blinks and attempts to let the feelings settle. Everything hurts. He reaally doesn’t wanna throw up again. But ultimately, sitting upright isn’t horrible. The transitions are the worst. He breathes, not expanding his diaphragm beyond what he literally needs to.
“Sorry,” Smiley apologizes, and wipes a piece of something (wet cloth?) over Mapicc’s face to get any chunks off. Smiley would call him gross if he said ‘chunks’ out loud, so instead he makes a disapproving noise that comes off a lot more whimpery than he meant. What the fuck ever, man. “I know that hurt, my bad. Are you good bro?”
“That hurt,” he manages pathetically, suffocating a whine back. Smiley frowns.
“I know bro.” He repeats, and Mapicc shuts his eyes again. Holy brightness. “Let me know when you’re good to– to hydrate.”
That’s sweet. Smiley’s sweet. He loves his teammates, they’re so– um, sweet. Whatever.
“Okay,” Mapicc decides, and takes a slightly too-deep breath. “Fuck.”
“Yo,” Silver says, shifting and sliding his arm off of Mapicc’s back. noo
“Don’t– Silver, stay still.” Mapicc commands. Silver immediately obeys, reassuming his position. Good. Alright.
A beat passes, and Mapicc attempts to regulate his breathing. His shit still hurts. On the bright side, the pain from the surgery outweighs the pain from his cramps so much that he can almost forget he’s on his period.
“You okay?” Smiley asks.
“Yeah. Gimmie the uh.” Mapicc answers a little breathily. Smiley lifts the bottle. “Mm.”
“Here bro,” Smiley presents. Mapicc reaches forward to take it, and lifts it to his lips. “That’ll he– Don’t down it! Be slow.”
Mapicc slightly flinches at the suddenness, making the water splash against the sides. Okay, ow. He hates this team.
“Holy fuck, I wasn’t gonna,” he says, evening back out. “Chill the fuck out Smiley.”
“Sorry sorry sorry, that’s my bad bro,” Smiley backs away, hands in the air. Mapicc brings the glass slowly up to his face, taking little sips. Ow. “I was just worried.”
Mapicc doesn’t respond, doesn’t need to, and eventually finishes the bottle. Smiley doesn’t stop rocking on his feet.
“Do you wanna lay down now?” Smiley asks, taking the empty bottle.
The concept of laying down is very nice. The reality of the transition from sitting to laying down, though, is not nice at all. His incisions still hurt.
Instead of responding, Mapicc leans his head against Silver’s chest. The cramps are noticeable again, and he misses his sentient heating pad.
“Tired?” Silver questions, bending his arm to pet Mapicc’s hair. ohh. Keep– yes. That’s good.
“Keep that up,” Mapicc tells him, head tilting down without his permission. He– Safety means he can sleep. Silver’s… good at being safe. His teammates are good at being safe.
“But are you tired?” Silver repeats. Oh yeah, right.
“I wanna lay down,” Mapicc answers. Before he can continue, Silver pulls away. Mapicc whimpers absolutely pathetically. He fuckin’ gets to whimper pathetically, he’s recovering from surgery and on his period and Silver is Torturing Him!
“Woah,” Smiley says plainly. Mapicc leans his head back, searching for Silver’s hand. Come on. “What wa– Silver, bro.”
“What did I do!” Silver whisper-yells.
“You hate me,” Mapicc complains, feeling closer to crying than he strictly should be. Silver doesn’t actually hate him, he’s just ignorant.
“No I don’t,” Silver denies easily. “What’s wrong? You said you wanted to lay down. Did you change your mind?”
“Well obviously something happened,” Smiley says unhelpfully. Mapicc opts to ignore them both.
“Pet me,” he demands, tilting his head back. It’s not like he means to bare his neck, but he can’t say it’s entirely accidental.
“Me?” Silver asks, voice going high.
“No, the evil demon bro, yes you,” Mapicc answers, annoyed. “Obviously you.”
“Well it kinda didn’t feel obvious to me,” Silver says, but his hand is back in Mapicc’s hair. Mapicc drops his head against Silver’s shoulder again. good. Good.
“Yeah it wasn’t really super obvious,” Smiley backs Silver up. Evil team.
“Stop.” Mapicc tells them, ambiguously joking.
“Okay. We’ll stop.” Smiley acquiesces easily enough. Then the bed sinks, adjusting to new weight. Mapicc slightly opens his eyes. Smiley’s here now. “You still wanna lay down?”
“Kinda,” Mapicc answers. Laying down… cuddling… ohhh
“Wha’d’you mean ‘kinda’?” Smiley questions, tone– um, questioning.
“Shut up,” Mapicc complains, and closes his eyes.
“Wha– Okay. Silver’s gonna make you lay down.” Smiley informs them both.
“I am?” Silver hums. There’s a beat, and then he laughs, shaking Mapicc. Mmm. Angry ‘mmm’. “I guess I am.”
“Be nice,” Mapicc tells him.
“I will,” Silver swears, going a little high in his register. Then, he pulls back. Mapicc mourns the loss of his heater, then he mourns his heater betraying him.
“Ow,” He says simply, heartrate picking up at the pain. “Ow ow o– Fuck, ow.”
“Sorry,” Smiley and Silver say in almost matching voices. Mapicc tries to let himself relax into the sheets, pain ebbing as much as it can right now. He doesn’t actually need Silver to help him up and down. In fact, it might make things harder, but… it just– it’s his team. He likes his teammates.
In lieu of a response, Mapicc offers a throat purr.
“Are you comfortable now?” Smiley questions, like the purr wasn’t their answer. Sure.
“Mhm,” Mapicc offers happily. “Silver.”
“Oh- Sorry,” Silver apologizes, shifting. “Uh. Where do you want me?”
“Where you were,” Mapicc instructs, so Silver starts to readjust, curling up and slipping a hand right under Mapicc’s incisions. He already warned him, but, well. “Good. Don’t push, ‘cause–”
“I know,” Silver assures, settling into place. Mapicc purrs again.
“Yo, lemme get in on this Bro,” Smiley teases, and lays himself carefully on Mapicc’s other side. He’s pleasantly warm.
“Don’t– Just be careful.” Silver warns, like Smiley hasn’t been the primary caretaker.
“He’s careful,” Mapicc says, eyelids drooping. “He’s warm.”
“I thought I was warm,” Silver complains. Mapicc muffles the instinct to purr.
“We can both be warm, Silver,” Smiley explains, then he pauses. “You should sleep, Mapicc.”
“It’s allowed?” Mapicc asks uselessly, like he isn’t halfway to dreamland. “Actually?”
“Yup,” Smiley answers, making Mapicc’s lips quirk up. He loves his team.
“And rest is good for healing,” Silver points out.
“So true bro,” Smiley agrees. Mapicc laughs shallowly. “Actually fucking true.”
“Woah, watch it with– the vulgarity,” Silver warns, which makes Smiley breathe out laughter.
“You’re right. I need to cool my jets.” Smiley says, and reaches an arm over Mapicc, putting it in his hair. Fuck yeah. “Especially when we have a sweet baby right here.”
“You’re weird.” Mapicc tells Smiley, leaning into the hand and closing his eyes.
“Ooohh shit,” Silver says while Smiley fails to suppress a genuine laugh.
“You’re actually messed up for saying that,” Smiley says, but he doesn’t stop dragging his fingers through Mapicc’s hair, sooo,, who cares.
“Mhm,” Mapicc hums, half-trying to not purr.
“Definitely should sleep now though,” Smiley continues. Silver makes a noise of agreement. He should. Sleep is nice. It’s just hard and shit when he’s in so much pain– Well, not pain really but… discomfort.
Silver and Smiley are counteracting the discomfort though, mostly. And they’re warm, which is pretty much the best thing they could be.
Mapicc shallowly huffs, and turns towards Silver. He hides his face from the hallway light, and vaguely feels Silver and Smiley laugh. They have nice laughs, probably.
“There we go,” Smiley sighs, relieved.