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It was late at night, but not late for cardinal Primo who’d been up since 4 am and had been working until 1am the next day. His head was pounding and he felt ill but brushed it off, after all, work still had to be done.

Chain had been looking for his Cardinal for half an hour, stumbling across his room and hearing upset grumbling from inside. He ever so slightly opened the door and saw Primo hunched over his desk, head in his hands and papers everywhere.

“Primo…?” Chain approached Primo like a rescuer to a wounded animal, speaking quietly. Primo looked up, looking almost shameful of his current state.

“What Chain? I’m trying to work.” Primo looked back at his papers, knocking over his ink with a frustrated whine on accident and muttering a curse.

“Are you sick? You look pale, more pale than normal and you’re so sweaty…” Chain took a few more steps forward, placing his hand on Primos forehead and wincing. “Oh my Satanas…Primo- you should be resting…”

Primo huffed and rolled his eyes, “Chain, you know work must be done…I cannot just not do it.” Primo stood up from his chair, stumbling and reaching for his head once again.

“Primo enough, bed. Now.” Chain took primos arm to steady him.

“I said I’m fine, I don’t- I don’t need to be babysat…” Primo started swaying, after just a moment he gave into Chains grasp. Chain led him to sit on his bed. Primo relaxed slightly but was wearing his thick formal cardinal attire which was only making everything worse. Chin wandered over to Primos dresser and found a tank top and shorts.

“Here, put these on, I’ll be right back,” Chain said as he left to get some more things from Primos bathroom. When Chain came back Primos was changed and laid out on his bed, his hair a mess. Chain layed a cold wash cloth on Primos forehead, taking his temperature. “Satanas…Primo, think you can take some medicine for me?” Chain asked, Primo nodded. Chain got Primo to take the medicine without a protest.

“Chain-…Can…guhh…can you braid my hair..?” Primo seemed disappointed that he didn’t think he could do it himself but Chain just softly smiled.

“Of course Primo…” Chain took a brush off of primos night stand and began braiding his long blonde hair into a long neat braid. “There you go Primo…”

“Thank you…” Primo muttered, beginning to fall asleep. 

It was late in the ministry, a few hours prior the band had been non stop rehearsing. After hours of mind numbing sound Perpetua had slipped out of the room and called off the rest of the rehearsal. Most of the ghouls had split and headed to get dinner or see their mates but Haze was worried, she knew V and this wasn’t his normal behavior. Perpetua had found himself to his room, his binder felt like it couldn’t possibly get any tighter, he couldn’t breathe. He sat at the little chair he’d dragged into his bathroom for makeup and checked his phone. Fuck. It had been well over eight hours of wearing it and he’d forgotten today was the day he needed his t shot. He’d been thrown off after waking up in blood because his damned period had to hit him like a train at the most inconvenient time. He sat in his chair, slightly wheezing from pain as he took his face paints off with trembling hands. At this point he was straight up overwhelmed, overstimulated and frustrated as he ripped open the packaging for his t shot and drew up the testosterone. He’s hands were trembling so bad that he wasn’t sure he wouldn’t accidentally injure himself but he didn’t wanna ask for help. He didn’t want to seem weak infront of another person even if he knew he could be vulnerable. 

After a moment he’d prepared himself for the injection, forgetting about cleaning the site right as Haze whipped the door open. V gave an unsure half whine, tears brimming in his eyes. Haze stopped just shy of five feet away and gave a sympathetic look before approaching and kneeling in front of V.

“Hey…hey V look at me, bats…here, let’s not do this yet yeah?” Haze ever so gently took the syringe away, setting it with the cap on on Papas vanity. She took his hands into her soft ones and got a sigh from V. She look at him, noticing the wheezing and wincing he’d been doing since she arrived. She huffed, “V, be honest with me love…have you been wearing your binder since this morning?”

“Mm…” V gave a nod, looking ashamed.

“That’s…That’s okay, how about we get you changed, then we can get your t done and then we can lay down?” She softly tilted her head, earning a slight nod from him. She put her hands out before Perp took them, stumbling and almost falling with another wheeze. She caught him, shushing and rubbing his back until he was stable enough to hobble to the bed. “Alright, tell me star shine, tank top or fancy pjs?”

“I…The..The tank top-…purple one top drawer with the matching shorts please..” V huffed again, giving yet another strained wheeze. Haze dug up the pajamas and walked back over. 

“Alright sweet boy, can you get your binder off yourself or do you want help?” V just looked away.

“Help…please…” Papa said in the quietest tone. Haze nodded, first getting his shirt off and then getting to his binder. “Alright star light…arm up for me, I’ll be gentle….” Haze managed to get the binder off but not without some frustrated and pained grunts from Perpetua. “Oh love…how long were you wearing this? The skin around it is all red too…” Haze gently rubbed over the red skin where his binder rubbed or was too tight, V almost fell, melting into her touch. She quickly got his tank top on before going to let him get his shorts on. She walked to the bathroom and got his supplies. “Alrighty, shot time, I’ll be quick.”

“Mmhm…” V sounded unsure, he was tense as Haze rubbed over his thigh with the alcohol wipe.

“V, baby, relax…I can tell you from experience that tensing for this stuff won’t help…” Haze continued, “just relax..deep breaths yeah?” She got a nod from V once again, her fingers gently massaging the area around where she wiped down. V relaxed enough for her to quickly get it over with and put a spider man band aid over. “There- ah V-? 

V was light headed, still wheezing and his cramps had gotten worse. “Haze— I-…Stomach hurts…” V looked away. Haze knew that tone and immediately connected the dots.

“Hold on for me star light…I’ll be back.” Haze left, grabbing pain meds, Vs heating pad and his favorite blankets. It’s was cold so at least the heating pad would be comfortable. Haze came back to V laying on his stomach, using a pillow for support. He perked up hearing Haze open the door. “Back star light…here, pain meds…you’ve already got water,” Haze watched him take the meds before looking back to her.

“Snuggles…please…” V grumbled, muffled by the pillow. Haze nodded, she’d already changed into comfortable clothing. She crawled into the bed, V moving to lay on his stomach against Hazes stomach and chest. Haze laid the heating pad comfortably against Perps back, combing through his hair with her nails just the way he liked. V melted and sighed against her. “I love you…” V muttered, exhausted but so comfortable now.