#avoasks

Xyx was no stranger to pain, or even to broken bones. He knows exactly how that pain ripples through the body, solidifying into a ball in your stomach. But he was not prepared for the way pain felt when it was held in your eyes. You had fallen from a rock wall you two had been climbing, coming down on your wrist badly. When you were in pain, it felt like static, crumbling in his dry mouth. Your tears raged at his heart, he moved to hold you, cradling you as you cradled your arm. He very carefully led you to the passenger's seat of your car, navigating cautiously to the ER. His eyes turned to you nervously throughout the drive, furrowing his brows at how weak you looked, eyelids drooping, sitting quietly. He was irritable with the staff in the emergency room, short from the long wait. He sat with tented hands, tapping his foot in the chair next to your bed. Soon, you were taken to get x-rayed, and much to XYX’s dismay, he could not come with you. He ran his hand through his hair, puffing his cheeks with regret at his actions. If only he had been more careful with you, if only he had checked to see if the grip was large enough. He was filled with deep shame. He stood when you reentered the room, resting his hand on the shoulder of your good arm, kissing the crown of your head softly, vowing to keep you safe next time. Your doctor soon came with your scans, confirming a hairline fracture near your wrist. Nurses were sent to fit you for a cast. You joked that you would get a green one, to match his eyes. He winced, the association of your pain with any part of him wounding him slightly. In the end, you chose to get your favorite color, since it would be your companion for the next 6 weeks. Once home, XYX would hear nothing of you doing work until you had healed. He loyally tended to you, bringing you food, and even building a plastic sleeve to fit around it during showers. He would happily assist you in washing your hair until the cast came off, but didn’t seem to be able to resist the somewhat lewd comments he made. He is still himself after all. He’s very happy to see the cast come off, though the saw makes him nervous. All that healing, to get cut? He knows from his own casts that the saw won’t cut through, but what if this time, it did? Sweet worrywart, y’all go home happy and healed, with a fun story to tell later. Just don't crack your wrists after, makes him upset.