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Ze squirmed on the couch, the pain radiating from his abdomen made it impossible to get any bit comfortable.
“Can you fucking sit still?” React groaned next to him, grabbing Ze by his shirt and adjusting him.
Ze grabbed a pillow from the ground and curled around it, laying on his side with his head inches away from Regect’s sitting body.
“What’s wrong with you dude?” Regect poked his hair with a claw.
“Shut up.”
Curling more into himself, Ze bit back a whine of pain. He felt the familiar feeling of blood seeping from his genitals, and a wave of disgust worsened his mood.
“You hungover or something?” Regect turned to face Ze, his one leg still hanging off the couch.
Ze didn’t respond, instead he pulled out his phone and started complaining to Mason over text.
The tv flicked on followed by various mutters from Regect. He settled on a random channel with a comedy show on.
Ze tried to think about where he and Moe’s shared heating pad was left. But then he remembered that she was on a trip, and took it with her.
“Fuck.” Ze whispered, instead opting to get his phone to heat up as much as he could and lay that over his stomach.
Curse good technology, it didn’t heat up remotely enough for Ze’s liking.
Ze slowly came to his feet, one hand instinctively clutching at his stomach as he moved up to his room to find his heat compress pack.
He dug around for a few moments before pulling out his blue pack and bringing it back downstairs.
“What’s that?” Regect questioned, he had moved from the couch to the kitchen fridge.
“Nothin’ none of your business, dick.”
“Oh-kayy, touched a nerve there!” Regect joked.
Ze scoffed and wrapped the compress in a few paper towels before tossing it in the microwave.
“Isn’t that for like, pain?” Regect asked.
“Yup.” The “P” sound popped as Ze stared half lidded at the spinning microwave.
“We got painkillers somewhere, if you’re in pain.” Regect muttered.
Ze perked up at that. “How strong?”
“Eh, it’s over-the-counter stuff so not crazy.” Regect shrugged, digging around in a cabinet before pulling out a bottle full of rusty red pills. “Cmon, reach for it.” Regect joked, holding the pill bottle above Ze’s head and shaking it to rattle the contents.
“Uh, dude. I’m not gonna do that.”
Regect thought for a moment before sheepishly lowering his hand and passing the medicine to him.
The two stood awkwardly in the kitchen before Ze grabbed his heat pack and went back to the couch.
“You aren’t going back to your room.” Regect commented.
“It’s cold as hell in there right now.”
“Maybe wearing clothes better than a tank and shorts would help.”
Ze just groaned.
“I feel like I’m playing twenty questions with you right now, what is wrong bro.” Regect rolled his eyes and flopped down beside Ze.
“Damn use context clues?”
“Uhhh, you got stabbed?” Regect pointed one claw into Ze’s abdomen.
“Feels like it.” He murmered.
Regect paused for a second. “Uhhh… Oh shit! You like, get periods, right?”
“Ya.” Ze leaned back against the couch.
“And you just, felt like avoiding the question or something.” Regect muttered.
Ze raised his hands up to mock something and put on a strange tone of voice. “Periods are normal, suck it up buttercup. You can bitch about it but it gets to a point.” His voice changed to normal. “My mom used to tell me that a lot.”
“Ohhhhhhh.” Regect nodded.”If it makes you feel better, you can bitch about it to me.”
“It’s really gross to sneeze and feel a tampon shoot out.”
Regect covered a laugh with a bout of coughing.
“I heard that.” Ze smacked him in the face with the heat pack.
“Dude, is that how hot it gets?”
“Yeah?”
“This is practically room temperature.”
“Wha! Fuck off this is practically cooking me!”
Regect raised an invisible eyebrow and threw the heatpack to the ground.
Ze stared with his jaw agape but followed quickly by attempting to punch him right in the visible ribs.
Regect grabbed his wrist and pushed it back. “Hold up, pause, watch this clip Ze.”
He let Ze’s hand go and started rubbing his claws together, after a few moments he wrapped one round the man’s arm.
The feeling could be described as burning hot, absolutely sweltering. But Regect’s claws didn’t scald his skin, instead it was a heat that leaked through his entire arm in a very comforting manner.
Ze looked up and slowly moved the entity's claws down to his stomach before settling it down gently and leaning more comfortably against the couch.
“Wipe that smug grin off your face.” Ze muttered.
“Huh, what was that? You’re no longer in pain and it feels good? Wow thanks Ze I appreciate you saying that.” Regect scooted closer to the man.
“Shut up.”
“Heh.”
Ze wrapped his hand around Regect’s, before the entity shifted a bit closer.
“Thanks man.” Ze whispered quietly, shutting his eyes.
Regect changed their position to have Ze leaning slightly against Regect’s side, while he worked claws carefully through the man’s hair in a soothing manner.
He felt Ze exhale slightly and lean fully against the entity.
Regect waited patiently for Ze’s breathing to steady, and then a few more minutes after that before he carefully laid down on his back, pulling Ze to lay across his body like a cat.
Ze mumbled quietly in his sleep while Regect continued brushing his claws through his hair.