forum Depression and Choccy Milk (OXO with Caustic)

Started May 08, 2020 by @Painted-Iris group

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Oop-

(bless this baby uwu)
"I'll let you decide that," Zeddicus replied. His lips formed a small frown noting how small Nathaniel was making himself. After a few more minutes of walking, the two reached the shop once again. "Guess I'll need to get out the bandages and stuff again," he stated as he opened the door. Zedd moved quickly, setting the small boy down in a chair again.

"Mmm… alright. S-Sorry, Mr. Zeddicus…" Nathaniel closed his eyes and kept them closed as he was set down. He was shaking quite a bit and seemed hesitant to look at himself. His whole body stung and he didn't want to know the extent of the damage.

(I'll look at it when I get home haha)

Zedd sighed. "It's not your fault. Just hold still. I'm going to clean up the larger injuries first and bandage them up. Then you'll need to change into clean clothes," he started, already pouring some of the healing potion onto a soft cloth. "Which you don't have…" he added, realizing that Nathaniel only had what he was currently wearing. "I'll lend you a shirt until I wash the blood off your clothes," Zeddicus finished, already returning to Nathaniel's side. "It'll sting for a moment, but not as bad as it probably was for your wings."

Nathaniel nodded a bit, quivering in anticipation of the pain. "Y-Yes, Mr. Zeddicus… I… um… thank you, sir…" He froze up when Zedd started cleaning his wounds, hissing through his teeth in pain. He did his best to keep still, but he couldn't keep from squirming a bit.

Zedd almost raised a brow hearing the light hiss of pain. Nathaniel hadn't made a peep when he had used the same potion on his wings. Now that he was touching the smaller injuries, the small boy couldn't seem to hold it in. The movements Nathaniel was making nearly made him smear some of the blood. He took one of the boy's legs gingerly and pressed the cloth onto the wounds. It was a light hold, but firm at the same time. After a few seconds, he wrapped what looked similar to gauze around the deeper cuts. "You don't have to call me 'mister' either. Makes me feel old," he joked, despite his expression still serious.

"S-Sorry…" Nathaniel replied weakly. He seemed drained both emotionally and physically, and he was struggling to think too clearly. He tensed up when Zedd touched the large wound on his leg, quivering a bit and biting down hard on his lip. It stung quite a bit and he was far too tired to be as composed as he'd been earlier. He drew in a few wavering breaths, trying his hardest to keep quite and still for Zedd.

"It's fine," Zedd said simply. Finishing with the first leg, he moved to the other one. The man pursed his lips, realizing just how many scrapes Nathaniel had.
After he had finished, Zeddicus didn't ask about lifting the boy in front of him, simply carrying him up the stairs. Setting him on the couch in the living room, Zedd turned towards his room to find something for Nathaniel to borrow temporarily to sleep in. He took a dark green hoodie from his closet and brought it out to the angel sitting where he left him. Seeing the boy just sitting there made him realize how tiny he really was. "It's way too big for you, but I don't have anything your size. You can go and change in the bathroom and then go to bed if you want."

"Yes, sir." Nathaniel accepted the hoodie and left the room. He soon returned wearing the massive hoodie with his other clothes in his arms. He climbed back onto the couch and curled up on it, figuring that was where he was supposed to sleep. "Thank you for the clothes, sir… you were right about it being big. That's okay, though. It's warm." He fidgeted with the sleeves of the hoodie, which hung well over his hands.

Zeddicus stood there a moment. "You don't gotta sleep out here. Sleep in the room at the end of the hallway. In an actual bed," he stated. The large hoodie seemed to nearly swallow the boy up as well. It was almost enough to make him chuckle.

"Oh… okay. Thank you, sir." Nathaniel slid off the couch and headed over to the room he'd been directed to. It felt huge compared to what he was used to. Huge and empty. He hesitated before going in and crawling onto the bed. This too felt massive to him, which made him a bit nervous. He folded his clothes, set them on the side table, and curled up under the covers to try and sleep.

(He desires choccy milk)

Zeddicus realized he hadn't taken the messy clothes from Nathaniel as the boy left. Quietly, he came into the room and took the red stained clothes and left to go toss them in the wash. He noticed the small boy watch him as he came in, but again, didn't stay long enough for him to say anything.
After starting the washing machine, Zedd slowly made his way into his own bedroom to go to sleep himself. After the chaotic day he had had, he felt entirely exhausted. Half asleep, he changed into loose clothes and climbed into bed. It didn't take long before he crashed.

Later on during the night, Nathaniel found himself pale and shaking in his bed with his eyes wide with terror. He held off alone as long as he could, but he was soon wandering through the hall, rubbing at his teary eyes. He drew in a wavering breath and pushed open Zedd's door. After a few seconds of hesitation and hoping that Zedd wouldn't be furious with him, he crawled onto the bed and curled up under the covers, still shaking violently.

(here's a rough lay out of the apartment)

When Zeddicus was very tired, he usually was quite the hard sleeper. However, that mostly translated into sound related things attempting to wake him. The man rolled over a bit in his sleep only to bump into something. He groaned, upset that he had been woken up because he probably left something on the bed instead of putting it away. But it was vibrating? He didn't really care what it was, he'd look at it in the morning. He moved an arm to push the object out of bed when he felt an arm. Wait…
He moved back his arm and opened his eyes slowly. "What… what are you doing in here?" Zedd asked, sounding very worn out.