Tiny hands and feet grabbed and pulled at his sweater, the tiny boy they belonged to was a nervous wreck. Oliver could feel Deeb's anxiety as the tiny boy watched him, studying each movement his large fingers made. It didn't help that Fish was cradled in his hands, the source of Dustbunny's worry.
"Deeb. Deeb… I'm gonna need you to relax a little bit, bud. You're worrying more than Fish is." Oliver murmured gently.
"I'll be as careful as I can, but, you need to know he's going to be in more pain before he gets better. Fixing his arm isn't going to be pleasant for any of us." Oliver reminded.
Deeb grabbed at Oliver's hair, holding it nervously in his small hands.
"Alright Fish, this will hurt but it'll be healed in no time, ok?"
The tiny boy in his hands nodded, a few stray tears rolled down his cheeks. Oliver's large fingers gently squeezed the boy's arm, beginning to pull it to try and get the bone back into place.
Fish let out a scream of agony as his painful arm was pulled, his lip began to bleed from how hard he bit into it. He could only think of the pain he was in as Oliver pulled his arm to try and get the bone back into place, a quick glance up let him see Deeb's worried face looking down at him.
Finally Oliver pulled the small arm to a point where he could let it go back into its place. It would be in pain for awhile but at least he knew that Fish could use it again.
The small boy lay nearly limp in his hands, drifting in and out of consciousness from the agony of his elbow being put back into place. His tiny chest heaving as he took deep breaths to try and recover.
Deeb climbed down Oliver's sweater sleeve, tripping and getting caught before finally managing to get into his hands. He threw his arms around Fish's exhausted shoulders and pulled him against his chest, just glad his best friend was okay. He felt his tears fall into Fish's brown hair while a damp spot had formed on his shirt where the other boy had begun to cry.
"Fish, Fish I'm so glad you're okay. I was so worried, you're okay though now, we're okay." Deeb mumbled into his friend's hair, still holding him close.
"We… we're okay.. my arm's gonna get better real soon." Fish mumbled back into Deeb's sweater.
Oliver carefully stood up, carrying the pair to the living room with him and set them gently into a nest made from a soft blanket. He watched as Deeb produced a small piece of fabric and tied it around Fish's neck and placed the recovering elbow into it, creating a tiny sling.
Finally content that Fish was comfortable and safe, Deeb let himself sit down in the blanket nest. He looked up to Oliver nervously, fidgeting with his fingers in the process.
"Thank you for helping him… I was afraid I was going to lose him."
"You're both very welcome, I would miss him and you terribly. Now, get some rest, it won't do him any good if his best friend is exhausted."
With that, Deeb nodded and snuggled into the soft blanket, keeping a hand on his already sleeping friend.
