'The thin line between Caring.. and borderline Possessive.' (Dark SBI)

4. Interaction and . . . S a v e d

Apartment keys? Check. Cafe Keys? Also check. He had his phone.. uh. Hoodie? Check. There seemed to also be a few snacks at the bottom that he couldn't remember putting there but- snacks are snacks.. but— wait... where's his bandana? Shit. Hopefully he didn't lose it while running. That would suck. He started walking down the stairs while making sure he had the rest of his things that may or may not have been less important.

After he made it all the way down the stairs without dying he made it to the doors and walked out of the building, not really caring where he was but- at this point he wouldn't care if he got stabbed in the back but, that may just be him. He glanced around for a small moment, before beginning to jog to where the cafe was. (or Atleast where he thought it was since he didn't check his phone)

After a few long moments, (it felt long to Tommy even though it was only nearing 15 minutes) he made it to the already locked up cafe..? Usually it didn't close until 8 because of the big man with a monologue problem— but.. wouldn't Foolish cover his shift?.. hm. He then grabbed his cafe keys after needing to dig through his bag once again and he walked in- seeing a completely dark room. Before he decided to turn on the light he moved and grabbed one of the knives hidden under the counter incase if someone decided to rob it while Tommy was there. Once the light was on and no longer flickering he searched the place, just to make sure because his gut was still screeching at him. Then again that was before he saw Flame laying on the floor- and covered in blood.

. . . .

Tommy went slightly pale, looking at the Number 3 hero before grabbing the Med-kit off of the wall. His mind went from having a song stuck in his head to just yelling at Tommy to help him. He then ran beside Flame and tore his shirt- (Tommy was gonna have to apologise to him for that.) then began looking at the wound, it looked like it was slowly turning... black? Could he have gotten in a fight with someone who had enchants on a weapon or some shit?.. Dam—

Tommy paused.

Tommy glanced at his hands once again, them shaking but being a bright red colour.

Okay what the actual fuck.

He felt like he was going to throw up, seeing the skin slowly sew it's-self together. What was happening!? First he found out he had a power which made him jump higher than most humans and now he was HEALING SOMEONE??

Tommy broke out of his daze when his hands began to both hurt and feel like they were on fire. That made him back away from the still blood covered individual and look at the wound, or.. what was the wound. All that was left was a slightly lighter scar and black slowly fading into the wound.

Tommy generally started to shake as the pain in his hands got worse, his breathing also quickening- he's never really felt pain other than getting childhood bruises, shots, and burns from the Coffee Maker. Which meant he didn't have much of a pain tolerance. Everything slowly seemed to blur, his head feeling fuzzy- what was happening? Oh. Once a drop of water landed on his burning hand he found out why everything was blurry. He started crying..

Tommy suddenly felt two hands on his face, a slightly panicked Flame trying to make eye contact with him and calm him down but Tommy couldn't hear really anything, it was just static. Flame pulled Tommy to his chest gently and a bit protectively, before trying to figure out what was going on.

"ᴷᶦᵈᵎˀ"

"Kɪᴅ!"

"Kid!" Tommy looked at him, Everything being a bit fuzzy for him but at least he could hear now.

Tommy slightly hummed to try and answer him, which the hum by itself made the Adult sigh slightly.

"Are you alright?.." He glanced down at Tommy's shaking hands then back at his tear-stained face.

"M-mmmmmm..." He again, didn't really answer the man but just leaned against him. Even though he didn't like physical contact from people he didn't know for some reason it was just comforting from the oddly warm man. And he knew that nothing would happen.. at the back of his mind it was just telling him he could trust the elder of the two.

..After a small moment the man gently placed a hand into Tommy's hair and gently un-did some curls, generally messing with his hair in a comforting manner.

Tommy breathing slowed down a bit, him slowly relaxing against the elder.

"Thank you.." Flame said quietly, which slightly surprised the exhausted younger. Most likely because Flame was always put as 'chaotic' and 'reckless', and usually whenever he is on the TV at Tommy's apartment Flame pretty much is reckless.

He hummed slightly back at Flame after that, his eyelids getting heavier by each movement of the olders hand. And before he could process it, he was asleep.