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Having unpleasant dreams of god knows what involving juggalos Dave rolls off the couch taking everything on his side table with him. But not without landing on his shades first with an unpleasant crack of both his shades and back. He let's out a grunt and a groan rolling over still a bit dazed from just waking up his words are a mumbled mess of his colorful vocabulary. Becoming more alert to the sharp pain in his back (Of course those glasses didn't go down without a fight) it appears to him that all the tinted glass that once hid his eyes are now scattered across his back some imbedded rather deeply to his skin.
He contemplates laying there waiting to see if he'll actually bleed to death or if he'll get up and attempt to get his bro for help. He decided both aren't the best ideas. After about 10 minutes he was able to get himself up and into the hall, quietly as possible he made it to the bath room to get a better look in the mirror. The tinted glass has his shirt pinned to his back. And he assumes he won't be able to take it off without causing a shit ton more problems.
Flinching and gritting his teeth every time he tries to take out any of the glass. Yep there is absolutely no possible way for him to do this without help but, fuck it. His bro would be even more disappointed if he saw Dave in this situation... So now maybe dying on the floor from blood loss or starvation isn't so bad after all. It'll sure save bro allot of time.
Dave locks the bathroom door knowing it won't do shit against Bros ninja powers. Laying down alongside the bathtub taking short breaths trying to be as still as possible he's in enough pain without one of those shards magically going right through to his lung. He mutters out to himself in an airy type raspy voice. “Nice fucking moves Dave.. R-real smooth…”
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Bro sighed and stared at the ceiling. He didn't dare go to sleep. He couldn't. If he did the nightmares would come back. The nightmares of a sword sticking out of his chest, as Dave knelt over him and watching him bleed out until he was no longer with him. Bro shuddered. “Fuck that.”
He slowly moved to a sitting position on the bed, rubbing his eyes. He stared over at his shades and shook his head, standing. Maybe a nice hot bowl of soup and some movies could put him to sleep. Yeah. A movie night with Dave would be great. They could bond, or whatever guardians and Bros are supposed to do. Bro walked into the living room and stopped, feeling uneasiness in the air. Something was wrong.
"Dave?" He walked over to the futon. He wasn't there. The Frame of Dave's aviators bent on the floor. “Shit.”
Bro's sword was in his hand within seconds. "Lil' man?" He followed blood.
Was it Dave's? Or was it an intruder’s? The trail ended at the back hall, Bro tensing. He stood at the bathroom door and raised his sword over his head, preparing to strike, but stopping when heard Dave let out an unease moan. “Fuck, Dave what the hell’s going on in there?
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Dave eye’s opened widely when he heard his Bro’s voice coming from behind the door.
Thinking to himself as he tried to gather enough energy to get up. -Dammit Dave, if you weren’t fucked before you certainly are now- His attempt to get up fails miserably. The lock won’t hold bro back so take or leave it he would have to think of a fucking master mind excuse. Steadying his breathing, attempting a better sounding voice. “Go away man, I’m obviously jacking off.”
Dave uncontrollably took in deep breath causing the glass to dig deeper. He bit his tongue, and dug his nails into his neck trying to focus on that more than his back. But Holy shit this fucking hurt.
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Bro stood outside the door unconvinced, Crossing his arms placing a hand on the door knob.
If Dave was jacking off he could totally blackmail and give him shit for it later on.
“The why are your glasses shot to hell then man?”
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Dave bit at his lip taking in another painful breath pushing the words out of his mouth.
It wasn’t very smooth, but he didn’t care. He wanted Bro to leave him the fuck alone.
“I stepped on them obviously, on the way to the bathroom. That’s why my foot started bleeding like a bitch on her special week. It’s not a very well lit apartment at night yo.”
Digging his hand into his shoulder slowly letting out the rest of the air left over in his lungs.
Dave felt like a mouse in a corner trapped by a cat. “Look, blackmail me all you want for this. But I’ll call CDHS if you walk in on me.”
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Bro raised an eyebrow still unconvinced. But He took his hand off the handle & decided that it was a pretty good deal anyway.
“I’ll give you 60 fucking seconds to finish up I have to piss and you’re taking up precious bathroom space.” Bro flash stepped down the hall, Timing as he raced with his own counting to get the soup on the stove and cooking.
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Dave knew this was his chance to get out of the corner he was trapped in.
He’ll obviously get trapped again but he has a better standing in his own room. A room that is only about 15 steps from the bathroom itself. Dave will regret this later but fuck it.
He has 47 seconds to get into his room. Dave pushed himself off the floor *35 seconds* turned to the door unlocking it *26 seconds* & got out into the hall holding himself up with the wall. He limped pretty quickly down the hall making it to his to his room. *7 seconds*
He pushed on to door to his room collapsing forward. Slamming the door shut with his foot.
His mind started going blank as pain took over tenfold. This was fucking ridiculous actually, He started mumbling to himself. “I should have just told bro. This isn’t even cool this is just pathetic and maybe slightly selfish.. I mean if Bro did care I’m sure he’s be pretty upset if I died…m..maybe….I…. coul……..”
Dave went out like a light, Unresponsive not moving pretty fucking lifeless.. His Red and white shirt could just be considered a red shirt right about now.
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Bro beat the time of getting the soup out on the stove. Hearing a loud slam from Dave’s door he glanced down at the hall with a slight smirk. “Someone really didn’t want to get caught with their pants below their ass.”
Bro leaned on the counter, he started contemplating that maybe he should have taken a closer look into everything.. Dave story does and doesn’t add up. Bro’s pretty sure his lil bro’s boner would have died after all that anyway. Maybe he should check up on him.
Possibly make him feel uncomfortable with one of those parent kid talk’s about the human body and how it’s okay to release tension that way. Yeah, that’s the plan.
Bro set the stove on low then flash stepped to Dave’s door. He didn’t knock, it’s his house he didn’t have too. Opening the door without hesitation, something behind it was preventing it from opening any further. Bro raised an eyebrow once again, it’s not like Dave has ever never to block his door no matter what. So why now? The bad feeling of uneasiness came back…
He opened the door and raised his sword over his head, preparing to strike, but stopping when he saw a white and red clothed mass lying, shards of stained glass sticking out of flesh. He dropped to his knees, his sword clattering as he lightly touched Dave's arm, barely able to speak total grimace. "Dave..." He moved the younger Strider to his knees. His heart dropped when Dave didn’t respond.
Bro couldn't tell if he was upset or angry or just something all these emotions killed him.
He placed a finger on Dave’s neck checking for a pulse.. Dave’s heart beat was slow..
The glass pinning Dave’s shirt to his back prevented him from getting a better look at the wounds.
He flash stepped getting gauze and things to stitch up his Lil bro.
His fingers moving to remove the glass and quickly patch up the wounds so Dave wouldn't lose any more blood.
He didn't yell at him or anything, since he knew it wasn't Dave's fault.. He just didn't get why Dave tried so hard to hide this..
After about 18 minutes of slowly picking out all the glass he sewed up all the huge open gashes as He slowly picked up Dave by his hips swinging him over a shoulder, taking him back into the living room and setting him down on the futon as he went to the kitchen the soup on the stove now boiling over he turned it off. He pulled out pain killers from the cabinet getting a glass of water setting them next to Dave. Bro had Dave lying on his chest with his head on his lap.
He ran his hands though Dave hair trying to get him conscious again… They aren't in the clear till Dave opens his damn eye’s and keeps them like that. “C’mon lil bro… You can let a cut get to you. You have to wake the fuck up stop being a pansy.”
This was probably the worst way to wake someone up nicely but he’s freaking the fuck out and has how idea how to handle this….
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About an hour or so, Bro was standing over Dave.
Dave could feel the pain again. He came too and Consciousness hit him like a bus.
He grunted into the couch Dave hid his face under the pillow; it was pretty fucking embarrassing that his bro had to help him out of this. He then threw the pillow off his head in a short burst of anger towards himself. Dave quickly regretted that action as pain filled his body once more from the sudden action. He groaned curling in the crook off the futon. This sucked this really fucking sucked.
Dave flinched as Bro touched his back, arching forward to prevent the contact. He sighed and trunned his head-"What?...mh.”
He took the pain med’s being handed to him and went back hiding his face in the crock letting out another grunt.
Another touch was placed on his back, and he knows bro’s not letting this go.
Dave arched his back again aggressively turning towards Bro.
“Yes I fucked up, yes it wasn't cool. Go ahead and give me shit about it. Can I go to bed now?”
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Bro smirked then sighed. “I’m not gonna give you shit. I just want to know why you felt the need to hide the fact you where fucking dying from me. Look, I know you don’t think that we are close to each other.. But I’m here to help a bro out when they need it. & you really need it Dave.”
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“I don’t know man… I really don’t fucking know. I’m sorry okay, it’s chill don’t worry.”
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“ You almost died and you tell me not to worry? Dave, do you even get how bad it would make me feel if I had carry my brothers dead body out of the apartment and fucking burn it? That’s not chill and you know it.”
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“Yeah I know, that’s crossed my mind a shit ton. I’m a selfish prick. There happy?”
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Bro clenched his fist but let it go.
“You aren't a selfish prick. Okay, things happen. I’m not holding anything against you, So stop yelling and let me fix your bandages because its bleeding through. The fact you lost that much blood and lived is pretty bad ass.”
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Dave Unwillingly let a slight smirk pass his lips with a huff. Sitting up letting bro do his thing. “Thanks bro…”