The Other Hall Monitor

“Pause. You think I hit his head off with the ball? As if. I was out of the game before that happened. Buggs knicker his head off I just don’t care about it cause he was never nice. I have better things to do then murder someone.” Felix states coldly. He likely would choose the principal if the blame remained on him just so he could call his father. He knew how to play his cards right with her.

Describe how your Muse feels when they look at my Muse.

They frowned, hushing him. “Mono, it’s okay.. I’ve got you.. you’re safe..” He hummed, giving Mono a kiss on the forehead.

Mono stayed asleep, cuddling closer to the older kid, and he whimpered quietly, hands moving out of his hair. At the kiss, he flinched, letting out one small sob, tears welled in his eyes. And he started to unconsciously scratch at the bandages, picking under them.

They shook their head, sighing softly as they moved his hand. They figured they shouldn’t do anything other than what was needed. So they wouldn’t kiss his forehead again or anything.

“I know, I know.. But it’ll make you feel better, so just bear with it…” They kissed his forehead, rocking him lightly as they held the ice in place. “I’ve got you, just relax…”

Mono’s food still hadn’t settled preperly and his face turned a sickly shade of green at the rocking, he whimpered slightly but stayed still, trying to swallow down the nausea. He didn’t want to kneel over the toilet again, he was fine! That’s what he told himself but he started to shiver violently. Yeah, he wasn’t okay.

They frowned, stopping the rocking so he could calm down. They did hand him the trash can, just in case, but otherwise didn’t move him. They just made him hold it in case he did throw up.

Mono whined, he wanted to be rocked but he didn’t want to feel sick anymore. He gripped the other’s shirt tightly, knuckles going white, and he lurched forwards, towards the trash can.

They hushed him softly, rubbing his back. They kept the ice on the bump on his head, gentle. “I’ve got you, it’s okay…” They hummed.

Mono flinched at the touch on his back, jerking forward, he wasn’t safe, this place wasn’t safe, not safe not safe not safe- He cried out, then threw up into the trash can.

They frowned, taking their hand off his back after noticing his reaction. Instead, they settled on petting his hair, trying to sooth him a bit.

Mono leaned into the pet, and he wiped his mouth, whimpering slightly, and he threw himself towards the other, hugging them tightly. His eyes fluttered closed, then he opened them again, then against his will, they closed again. But he didn’t fall asleep, he didn’t want to sleep!

“Shh, Shh..” They hushed him, gently hugging him close to them. They didn’t dare to rock him anymore or anything, so instead they just hummed a little, trying to help soothe him. “It’s safe.. I got you.. Shh..”

Mono’s eyes stayed shut tight, and he started to fall asleep, waking up every few moments. He didn’t want to sleep, but his eyes closed again. They stayed shut as he started to snore softly.

“I know, I know.. But it’ll make you feel better, so just bear with it…” They kissed his forehead, rocking him lightly as they held the ice in place. “I’ve got you, just relax…”

Mono’s food still hadn’t settled preperly and his face turned a sickly shade of green at the rocking, he whimpered slightly but stayed still, trying to swallow down the nausea. He didn’t want to kneel over the toilet again, he was fine! That’s what he told himself but he started to shiver violently. Yeah, he wasn’t okay.

They frowned, stopping the rocking so he could calm down. They did hand him the trash can, just in case, but otherwise didn’t move him. They just made him hold it in case he did throw up.

Mono whined, he wanted to be rocked but he didn’t want to feel sick anymore. He gripped the other’s shirt tightly, knuckles going white, and he lurched forwards, towards the trash can.

They hushed him softly, rubbing his back. They kept the ice on the bump on his head, gentle. “I’ve got you, it’s okay…” They hummed.

Mono flinched at the touch on his back, jerking forward, he wasn’t safe, this place wasn’t safe, not safe not safe not safe- He cried out, then threw up into the trash can.

They frowned, taking their hand off his back after noticing his reaction. Instead, they settled on petting his hair, trying to sooth him a bit.

Mono leaned into the pet, and he wiped his mouth, whimpering slightly, and he threw himself towards the other, hugging them tightly. His eyes fluttered closed, then he opened them again, then against his will, they closed again. But he didn’t fall asleep, he didn’t want to sleep!

“Shh, Shh..” They hushed him, gently hugging him close to them. They didn’t dare to rock him anymore or anything, so instead they just hummed a little, trying to help soothe him. “It’s safe.. I got you.. Shh..”

“I know, I know.. But it’ll make you feel better, so just bear with it…” They kissed his forehead, rocking him lightly as they held the ice in place. “I’ve got you, just relax…”

Mono’s food still hadn’t settled preperly and his face turned a sickly shade of green at the rocking, he whimpered slightly but stayed still, trying to swallow down the nausea. He didn’t want to kneel over the toilet again, he was fine! That’s what he told himself but he started to shiver violently. Yeah, he wasn’t okay.

They frowned, stopping the rocking so he could calm down. They did hand him the trash can, just in case, but otherwise didn’t move him. They just made him hold it in case he did throw up.

Mono whined, he wanted to be rocked but he didn’t want to feel sick anymore. He gripped the other’s shirt tightly, knuckles going white, and he lurched forwards, towards the trash can.

They hushed him softly, rubbing his back. They kept the ice on the bump on his head, gentle. “I’ve got you, it’s okay…” They hummed.

Mono flinched at the touch on his back, jerking forward, he wasn’t safe, this place wasn’t safe, not safe not safe not safe- He cried out, then threw up into the trash can.

They frowned, taking their hand off his back after noticing his reaction. Instead, they settled on petting his hair, trying to sooth him a bit.

“I know, I know.. But it’ll make you feel better, so just bear with it…” They kissed his forehead, rocking him lightly as they held the ice in place. “I’ve got you, just relax…”

Mono’s food still hadn’t settled preperly and his face turned a sickly shade of green at the rocking, he whimpered slightly but stayed still, trying to swallow down the nausea. He didn’t want to kneel over the toilet again, he was fine! That’s what he told himself but he started to shiver violently. Yeah, he wasn’t okay.

They frowned, stopping the rocking so he could calm down. They did hand him the trash can, just in case, but otherwise didn’t move him. They just made him hold it in case he did throw up.

Mono whined, he wanted to be rocked but he didn’t want to feel sick anymore. He gripped the other’s shirt tightly, knuckles going white, and he lurched forwards, towards the trash can.

They hushed him softly, rubbing his back. They kept the ice on the bump on his head, gentle. “I’ve got you, it’s okay...” They hummed.

“I know, I know.. But it’ll make you feel better, so just bear with it…” They kissed his forehead, rocking him lightly as they held the ice in place. “I’ve got you, just relax…”

Mono’s food still hadn’t settled preperly and his face turned a sickly shade of green at the rocking, he whimpered slightly but stayed still, trying to swallow down the nausea. He didn’t want to kneel over the toilet again, he was fine! That’s what he told himself but he started to shiver violently. Yeah, he wasn’t okay.

They frowned, stopping the rocking so he could calm down. They did hand him the trash can, just in case, but otherwise didn’t move him. They just made him hold it in case he did throw up.

They noticed quick that he was feeling sick, carefully carrying him to the bathroom and setting him on the ground gently in front of the toilet. “I would never hurt you, Mono… It’s okay…”

Mono looked up at the older kid, “never hurt me..?” he whispered, he didn’t really believe that, and then the topic on his mind switched to his knife. He tilted his head, the motion making him feel worse, “d..do you k..k..,” he struggled with the word, whining when he couldn’t get the words out, “k..know..? know! Do you kn..know where my k..knife is..?” he asked shyly, fiddling with his hands.

They frowned. “Will you hurt yourself if I give it to you?” They questioned, raising a brow at him. “Be honest.”

Mono paused, and shook his head, a lie, he hadn’t realised the fact that he was scratching at his hands, at his palms, anything that wasn’t bandaged, and he stopped abruptly, looking at the other with a guilty look on his face. He placed a finger into his mouth, biting his nail.

They sighed, shaking their head. “You can have it later… Are you gonna get sick if I pick you up again?” They questioned, gently giving Mono a little pet.

Mono whined, “wan’ it now!” he said stubbornly, and at the question he shook his head, he didn’t feel as nauseated as he had before so he was probably fine, right? He heaved slightly though, but he wasn’t sick.

Carefully, they picked him back up and rested him on their hip. “Don’t throw another tantrum.. I don’t want you to get hurt, sweetheart…”

Mono quietened down, and that reminded him of the throbbing pain in his head from the bump on his head. It was very obvious, as it was on a spot where the hair had been torn out. “Ow,” he muttered, touching it gently, and he jerked his arm back, whimpering.

They nodded. “Right, the owie.. okay…” They mumbled, making sure he had the paper bag in before carrying him down into the kitchen. They set him on the counter before getting a little baggy and putting in some ice. Then they wrapped it in a rag, picked him back up, and went back to the bedroom.

Mono made grabbing hands at the ice pack, “c..can I have it?” he asked shyly, cuddling closer to the other. He angled his head at the ground, face pink, but it wasn’t visible because of the paper bag.

“We need to take the bag off first...” They hummed, gently taking the bag off his head before sitting on the bed with him in her lap, gently holding the bag of ice to his head. “There you go..”