Context of how they got hurt, it's called Killer forced Nightmare to go rock-climbing with him and...Killer fell down when they almost reached the top, he didn't have the rope on simply because he was very capable since he was very active for someone so small and very fragile with his soul always being out. So when Killer fell, Nightmare would catch him...the weight of both him and Killer caused the rope to snap and both to fall down, while falling Killers bodyguard instincts caused him to cover and protect him from the hard ground. Ok. Story now.
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Nightmare would limply lay Killer down on the bed. "You fucking idiot!" He stated, taking out a stick that was stuck in his tentacle and taking out a splinter that was in Killer's wrist. He yelped in pain, Nightmare sighed his left leg was in quite a bit of pain...he could only imagine how much pain Killer was going through, he could sense the negativity dripping off him.
He sighed softly, limping into the bathroom and returned with a med-kit, sitting Killer up on the back of the bed...Killer flinched, removing his shirt to reveal a large wound on his lower abdomen, Nightmare would let a shaky breath escape from his mouth. Nightmare would use the wetted rag and slowly clean off the blood, cleaning and fixing the wound to the best of his ability.
Killer would have his eyes clenched as Nightmare would use his bandages to and wrapped around his formed body, it was hard to see if he had cleaned all the blood since his body was red...it was his magic color after all. Once finished, Killer would swing his legs over to the side of the bed. Nightmare was clearly in some sort of pain.
"You're an idiot for not using a rope." Nightmare mumbled, trying to distract himself from the wound on is leg, he felt the multiple stretches begin to bleed a drip down his leg, it was cold and felt like needles on his goop. Trickling down and staining his goop in a faint red...he would shudder at the thought of needles coming through his skin. Yes the king of negativity was in fact afraid of needles...it was the one fear he still carried from when he was passive. He hated it.
Killer would sigh softly, moving his hand onto Killer's knee. "You're hurt aren't you?" Nightmare flinched slightly as Killer rolled Nightmare's now ripped jeans, then look dripping down. "That looks bad..." he said softly. Nightmare rolling his eyes, Killer slowly got down to not hurt himself as he would begin to clean off the crimson colored blood...it was much darker since it was mixing with his goop.
Nightmare would flinch as he felt that same cold needle-like flinch shoot through his legs and up to his skull, making him shudder as Killer clean off the wound and scratches. Killer would lather Killer's legs in the magic healing ointment...since Nightmare's wounds were worse than his. "Sorry I didn't protect all of you..." Nightmare was going snap but then realized what Killer had said. His eye would soften, Killer tightly wrapping the roller bandages on his legs.
Killer would be pulled up onto the bed, flinching slightly, the pain on him was stinging because of the ointment Nightmare had put on him. Nightmare sighed softly, his navy blush dusting across his dark complexion as he opened his arms for his smaller. Killer would smile and snuggle into Nightmare's touch. "Don't do anything stupid like that again..." Killer slowly nodded.
Nightmare planted a soft kiss on Killers skull, lovingly rubbing Killer's back in comfort. Nightmare was being quite gentle, knowing it would hurt if he did anything tougher than this. "I love you Nightmare..." Killer smiled.
"I love you too."
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Let's leave it on a wholesome note.
