Full House 5 - Painkillers
Something lighter this time, just Beige being such a good boy.
CW: Pet whump, institutionalized slavery, mention of emeto, blood, mention of broken bones, drugs (painkillers), nudity (nothing sexual of any sort).
Sick. Eri threw up again. Sick, sick, sick, sick. Every fucking bit of this is sick. The house, the Pet system, his parents, himself for turn a blind to this. Eri was shaking, he didnât even know what he was shaking for, everything was just too much.
I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't. Eri took a deep breath, flushed the toilet, ignored the vomit in his clothes, grabbed the keys, and walked back to the basement. I can't. Eri froze in front of the door, he wished he could turn a blind eye, pretend there is nothing wrong, I can't.
He wore the calmest face he had, because his every word, every move were going to be read through the layers and layers of trauma, like an encrypted message he won't be able to guess. One more deep breath and he opened the door.
"sorry sorry sorry sorry sorryâŚ", the boy muttered, more to himself the for Eri, he was hugging his knee going back and forth, his face paler than ever and his eyes were unfocused, Eri wondered how the boy was still conscious.
"It's okay", Eri tried, unlocking the chains from the boy's collar, "it's okay", he repeated when the boy tried to get away from his touch, "it's okay", Eri said when he picked up the terrifyingly light man.
"Beige", Eri called, carrying the little boy like a fragile and expensive vase, "Come with me, pleaseâ, Eri felt bad for asking Beige for help again, but he couldn't do it on his own, he needed help, so maybe he can help too.
"Can you prepare a bath? Just the water, no soap", Eri asked with a faint smile as soon as they left the basement.
"Y-y-yes, Si-Master, master", Beige nodded, happy Eri had asked for something easy, but too worried about what Eri was going to do with the little one, the old master and mistress never took him out the basement.
Beige ran ahead and Eri followed behind, he felt his arms getting wet, he wished it wasn't, but he knew this was blood. The little boy sobbed, hands covering his face, shaking so much, so weak and slim, a bit more and Eri was sure the boy would die. But humans donât die easily. That bot was the living proof of that.
"It's okay, it's going to be okay", Eri repeated, he wondered if the boy heard, and if he heard he wondered what he understood that as Eri wouldnât believe a word if he was in the boyâs shoes, even he doesnât believe in himself right now.
"Sorry sorry sorryâŚ", the boy started muttering again, Eri didn't know what was worse, his sobbing or his muttering. He decided that the muttering was better, at least he was speaking, not the wordless reaction of horror he showed when he threw up.
"I I I finished⌠M-M-Master", Beige said when Eri entered the bathroom, he glanced at the boy for a second and then back down, the bathtub was filled with water, not cold nor too hot, that way the boy wouldn't get further hurt. Or at least Eri hoped not, as if something was going as he hoped since he step foot inside that house again.
"You did great", Eri praised, "Now, can you fetch me the first aid kit? I don't remember where it is kept."
Beige eyes widened in surprise at the words 'first aid kit', "Y-y-yes, Master", Beige said before running once again, in the future Eri has to make sure Beige knows he doesn't need to be so eager and hurried all the time, but later, right then Eri had to be fast.
"I'll take your clothes off now", Eri said in a soft voice. If the boy heard he didn't show, only muttering the same words over and over.
Eri decided to tear the clothes apart, afraid of rubbing the fabric over the wounds, the boy didnât seem to get more uncomfortable without the clothes than when he was with them on, maybe he is just too out of it to care, or maybe pets lose their shame at some point during training. Eri hated the two options.
Eri wasn't surprised to see the boy's body, it didn't mean he was less horrified, the boy had been beaten over and over, he had scars from traumas, probably because he was beaten for something that not only hands and feet.
There was so much blood that Eri didnât know from where to start. Even if he tried to struggle, Eri didn't have to make an effort to keep him there, he saw that his shoulder was dislocated, and he probably had several broken bones too.
Beige came back with the first aid kit, and Eri looked for what he thought were more urgent painkillers.
"Beige, can you get water for me? The whole jar, pleaseâ, Beige bowed and ran. What was I going to be without that boy⌠It hadn't been a whole hour since he first met Beige, but he was already so important.
As soon as Eri let go of the boy he crawled to the corners, raising his arms over his face. Eri let him be, giving him some space until the water came, he turned his back to the boy when he took the pills, smashing them silently. Eri thought that the fear was part of the reason that the boy didn't keep food in. Part of.
When Beige came back Eri noticed he was getting tired, he did say he had eaten once the day before, Eri was so worried about the little one that he almost forgot the others were also mistreated, just less.
"Hey, Beige", Eri said, filling the glass which Beige just brought, "Drink this, please", Eri felt bad since all he had to offer right that instant was the water Beige brought himself, "You worked so well, you need to drink something."
"M-m-m-aster I I do don't de deserve", Beige said, looking at the glass.
"I insist", Eri said with a soft voice, How can someone donât deserve WATER?, âSince you were so helpful, and⌠such good boyâ, the last words felt bitter, he tried to pretend he was talking to a child, but it was still hard.
"T-t-t-thank you, ma-master", Beige bowed several times before drinking the water, he drank desperately. Eri made a mental note to give water to the other four too.
"Now", Eri said, putting the painkillers into the water and mixing it, "Your turn, little one."
The boy's eyes widened, he looked at the water as if he couldn't believe it was there.
"Now, now", Eri said, closing the gap, "Great, like that", The boy started to drink, "Slower, take your time", the boy weakly grabbed Eri's wrist, afraid he would take the glass away anytime, "Good boy", The boy curled himself up again when the water ran out.
It wasnât much water this time, just enough so he can take the painkillers, since he just threw up he canât have much water.
The shoulder. Eri thought, took a deep breath, he had to put his dislocated shoulder back to its place and clean all the wounds, it didn't matter how Eri saw this, but this will hurt so much even with the painkillers.
Is there even a way⌠Is there even a way to convince the boy he was trying to help?
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