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Started July 25, 2019 by Deleted user

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Ilya wrapped his arms around Nataniel's waist, not hurting him yet. "I'm really sorry about this," He murmured before squeezing Nathaniel tightly.

"Ah!" Nathaniel started shaking, tears coming to his eyes immediately. He sort of forgot about the cup for the time being. His ribs screamed at him to stop, to let them be. The sharp, near unbearable pain traveled through his entire body.

Ilya let go of him immediately, starting to take some of the pain before he remembered what they were doing. "Shit!" He grabbed the cup, gently pressing it into Nathaniel's hands. "Nataniel, you need to cry into the cup, okay? And then I'll take away the pain as much as I can."

Nathaniel held the cup with shaking hands and managed to cry into it, getting dizzy from the pain. He honestly thought he might pass out.

"Fuck! Nathaniel, honey, I need you to stay with me, okay?" Ilya set the cup down on the table and took Nathaniel's hands, starting to take on some of the pain. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you this bad! I forgot how fragile angels are, are you okay?"

Nathaniel nodded, shaking violently. He seemed to be breathing heavily and was trying his best to stay conscious, despite the stars in his vision.

Ilya winced, gently holding him steady as he shook. He rubbed Nathaniel's back and tried to calm him down. "It's okay, you'll be okay. Just hold on for a couple more minutes." He took about a fourth of the pain before he realized he couldn't take on any more. "This is as much as I can help, I'm sorry."

"K… K-Kinda…" He said quietly, closing his eyes. His grip on Ilya was slowly weakening as his consciousness started fading.

"Oh, fuck, okay! Just let go, Honey. I'll wake you up later with some pain meds." Ilya gingerly laid Nathaniel down on the couch, brushing the hair out of his face. "I'm so sorry."

"Mmm…" Nathaniel let the black in his vision take over as he lost consciousness, laying limp on the couch.

Ilya hovered over Nathaniel for a few minutes, checking his pulse and making sure he was still breathing, before he grabbed the first aid kit. He splinted Nataiels ribs, redressed his wounds, and then, unsure of what else to do, he plopped down on the ground by the couch and waited for Nathaniel to wake up.

Nathaniel was unconscious for about five to ten minutes after Ilya had splinted him, eventually opening his eyes. He whimpered quietly, curling in on himself a bit.

Ilya reached out to lay a hand on his shoulder but stopped himself. He was the reason this had happened, Nathaniel probably hated him by now. Instead he summoned the painkillers and a glass of water. "Welcome back, Honey. Do you want some painkillers?"

Nathaniel nodded and took the pills. "Th-Thanks…" He said quietly, deciding to keep laying down for now; at least until the pain meds started taking effect.

Ilya smiled weakly at him, setting the water to the side when Nathaniel was finished. "It's no problem. I… um… I splinted your ribs properly, so it might be kind of hard to move around. It should help them heal faster, though. Um… do you need anything?"

Nathaniel nodded again and reached one of his shaking hands out to Ilya, shifting his wings a bit. He turned his hazel eyes up to the fairy.

Ilya leaned in tentatively, letting himself be touched. He was still worried, but he wasn't about to deny Nathaniel anything. "What's wrong? What do you need?"

He stayed silent and just gently held onto Ilya's hand. He seemed to just want the other's closeness for now, considering he'd already taken medication.

"Honey, I can't read your mind," Ilya said gently, scooting closer to the couch. "I need you to tell me what you need, okay? Or maybe just nod and shake your head if you don't feel like talking."

Nathaniel hugged Ilya tiredly, his wings hanging limp on his back. "Love…" He said softly.
(He needs attention lol)

Ilya melted a little, wrapping him up in a careful hug. "There's a lot of ways to show love, Nathaniel. Do you want me to hold you? Tell you how strong you were for going through all that pain? Get you little gifts and do whatever you ask?"

"Hold me…" Nathaniel slipped off the couch and crawled into Ilya's lap, hugging him. He lay his head on the fairy's shoulder, still seeming tired and with sharp jabs of pain coming from his ribs.

Ilya ran a hand up and down his back, the other looped protectively around his waist. "Can I pick you up, sweetheart? I wanna carry you into the bedroom so you can lie down."

Nathaniel hesitated before nodding. When Ilya picked him up, he exhaled sharply at a jab from his ribs, which didn't like being jostled. Nonetheless, he let Ilya carry him.
(So Ilya is absolutely fucked because Nathaniel is precious lmao)

(oh yeah, Ilya would probably die for Nathaniel by now)
Ilya hissed quietly in sympathy, keeping the walk to the bedroom smooth and fast. He was careful as he set Nathaniel down and crawled into bed beside him, arms gentle as they pulled him close. "How are your ribs?"

"Hurt…" Nathaniel whispered, huddling against Ilya for his warmth and general closeness. It seemed like Nathaniel liked to cuddle, but he'd never actually had someone he could cuddle with before.

Ilya was more than happy to hold him close, tucking Nathaniel against his chest and rubbing his back. "I'm sorry about that, do you want me to take some of the pain?"

"If… if you want… I-I dunno how much of it you could even take…" Nathaniel tucked his head under Ilya's chin, shivering whenever Ilya's hand bumped his wings.

Ilya petted the wing hesitantly, not wanting to make Nathaniel uncomfortable. He drew out as much pain as he could, dulling it to an almost manageable level. "About this much, but only if I really concentrate."

"Mm… h-hopefully the pain meds start working soon…" Nathaniel sighed softly, staying very close to Ilya. "What potion are you making, anyway?"