[OOM] Post-nightmares.

[stuck_mynock]

Atton is stumbling down the hallway, dragging one leg behind him. He's wearing his sleep clothes, which pretty much consist of a pair of wool trousers, and he's covered in soil. Blood, too, as he seems to be have gashes on practically every part of his body, and the two have mixed together to form some sort of brownish-red paste that masks the wounds and bruises below.

He's not entirely certain where he's heading. It's not down to the bar, but he forgot the actual destination some time back.

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[necessary_child]

Sam is not in quite such a bad state as Atton; at least, he's moving more quickly (in the direction of Atton's room), but that's more from desperation than lack of wounds. He's covered in cuts and gashes of varying depths; marks from whips and fire and blades and several small deep wounds that look like old gunshots, from which disgusting, blackened, leady stuff is slowly dripping.

His own sleep clothes - an ancient t-shirt and battered boxers, both black - are ripped and torn in a dozen places, but hide a lot of the wounds. They can't hide his wild, slightly terrified, haunted black eyes, though.

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Atton speeds up when he sees Sam. Or he tries to, at least, it results in his good leg giving way. He ends up on the floor.

It's possible that his hair, matted and dirty as it is, is the only thing making him recognisable. The bruising and gashes and muck cover pretty much everywhere else.

[necessary_child]

Sam would recognise Atton anywhere, though, and not just because he has him magically tagged.

He collapses beside him on the floor, gasping, and just... clings. For a good while, regardless of the dirt.






Eventually, "Hey, Atton."

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Atton looks suspiciously like there's a real danger of bleeding out where he lies. There are spots, mostly on his back, where flesh has been flayed from bone. He doesn't look so great, in short.

He replies anyway. It's something of a croak: "Sammy. Still being dorky, I see."

[necessary_child]

Sam coughs for several seconds before he manages to speak.

"You're dorkier." More coughing. "Dorkface."

Pause.

"You don't look so good, Atton."

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"I am very pretty and you know it." Atton replies, eventually. "We just going t'lie here? Not sure I can get up."

[necessary_child]

"Think we'd better not," Sam manages, attempting to struggle ungainly to his feet. "C'mon."

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Atton tries to push himself up. He has to grab onto Sam to try and pull himself up, at an awkward angle that means he'll probably fall over if he lets go.
"Don't look so great yourself, y'know. I think it's the hair."

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"I keep meaning to get it cut," Sam agrees, tottering but managing to stay upright.

"Where to?"

He doesn't much fancy going back to his room.

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Atton doesn't much fancy going back to his.

It's a necessary evil: "My room has bandages. Think I kinda need them, Sammy. New trousers, too, have t'take your boxers in the meantime." Atton pauses, taking a long, ragged breath. "'S unavoidable."

[necessary_child]

Sam grins, despite his bleeding lips, beginning to slowly move in the direction of Aton's room. "Well, if it's unavoidable..."

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"It is." Atton's room isn't far.

Atton goes silent, for a while, head tilted down at the floor.
"Everyone was really angry with me."

[necessary_child]

Sam collapses, backwards, onto Atton's bed.

He isn't sleepy - won't be sleepy again for a long, long time - but he can't quite manage to stay upright, either.

"Why?" Simply.

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Atton's bed is rather bloody, and thus not a nice place to lie.

Atton is still shaking and still rather in pain, but as he sits down on the bed he pulls the box of bandages to him anyway, catching it mid air and pulling out bandages.
"D'you need these?"

Evading the question whut?

[necessary_child]

Sam's not really in a position to notice, right now. It'll probably dawn on him eventually that not all the blood is his, though.

He coughs, and for once doesn't notice the question evasion.

"I'll be fine. 'mmortal, remember?"

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Atton still intends to put bandages on Sam, but he gives a nod to what Sam says and starts putting them on himself. It doesn't go well - Awkwardness of trying to do such a thing aside, it quickly becomes apparent that attempting to do so merely results in him being unable to get the bandages around properly and dropping them.

He makes a short, frustrated noise, looking momentarily like the problems with the bandages might tip him over the edge to tears. It doesn't. He leans back against the back of the bed, wincing.

[necessary_child]

Sam sits up, at the sound, shaking something white - spittle - from his hair, and slides wincing to the floor beside Atton.

He fumbles for the bandages. "C'mere."

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It possibly says something about Atton that, although he does shuffle his way closer to Sam, it's clear that he's not doing so for any reason to do with bandages and rather less clear whether he even heard Sam. He's more concerned with wiping the spittle out of Sam's hair.

"'S not right. Y'not allowed t'get hurt."

[necessary_child]

Sam is, unfortunately, covered with the stuff. Amongst other things.

"Don't be daft," he says gruffly, coughing again.

"'m not hurt anywhere near's bad as you are."

He winces as he leans over, shakily beginning to wind bandages around Atton; the old bullet wound that's opened again in his chest hurts, a lot.

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"'S not the same. You're not allowed." Atton replies. "When you're done, pass those bandages t'me. I'll do you."

[necessary_child]

"Why not?" Sam asks simply. "You're hurt too."

A weak, but still just flirty, grin. "Promises, promises, Atton."

And some more coughing.

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"'Cause y'don't deserve it. 'S not fair." Atton gives him a small look of concern at the coughing. "And yeah. Everything sorta hurts right now."

[necessary_child]

"Maybe." He leans, briefly, against the bed. He's finding it hard to keep upright, right now.

"Know what y'mean."

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"Not maybe. Definitely." Atton replies. "How're the bandages going?"

[necessary_child]

"Eh. You don't deserve it, though. The hell happened to you?"

Sam doesn't answer Atton's question. He's too busy trying not to topple over again as he resumes work.