“Ugh,” you groaned internally, looking at the clock on the wall with heavy lidded eyes, “3 hours to go…“
You placed your hands down on the counter and hung your head, gathering your inner strength to be able to get through this shift in one piece.
To take your mind off things, you stepped out from the counter and walked in among the aisles, familiarizing yourself with the items there so that if anyone asked where something was you would have an answer.
Your head pounded as you slowly walked along, not seeing much because of the suddenly pulsating blur to your vision.
“I’m not gonna be able to make it to 9pm,” you thought, stopping to hang onto one of the shelves.
“Y/N?” your boss asked as he appeared at the end of the aisle.
You tried to look up at him normally but all your movements were slowed and to him you looked pale and sweaty.
“Yeah?” you asked.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, “you don’t look well.”
“I’m… not well,” you admitted, “I really don’t feel good.”
“Do you need to go to the doctor?” he asked.
“Yeah,” you replied, “sooner the better, I think.”
He nodded. “Yes. Call your boyfriend to come and get you. I will cover the last few hours of your shift.”
“I’m sorry,” you replied, “it’s my first shift and I’m not doing very well at making a good first impression.”
“No. This is an unfortunate event,” he replied, “let me know if you will be unable to come in on Tuesday.”
“I’m sure I’ll be fine by then,” you replied, “I just need a round of antibiotics.”
Your boss nodded then gestured to the staff room our the back.
“Call him and go.” He gave you a compassionate smile and you returned it with a weak one then slowly headed to the back room.
Fumbling in your bag, you pulled your phone out of the pocket and dialed Dabi’s number.
It rang a few times then he answered.
“I’m starting the car,” he said the second he answered your call, “want me to ring the closest GP?”
“Yes please,” you replied in an emotional voice, holding it together as best you could.
Dabi heard you breaking and he dropped his voice into a lower soothing tone.
“Hang in there, baby, I’m coming,” he crooned, “just sit down. I’m at the lights. I’ll come in and get you.”
“It’s ok, I can walk to the door,” you said, picking your bag up and heading out to the front of the shop while still on the phone to him.
“I’m out front,” he said and you saw his car pull up in the spot directly outside the front door.
“I’m going now,” you said to your boss as you exited.
He nodded and said something as you left but Dabi was already out of the car and had quickly walked to your side and opened the door.
“Get in,” he said sternly, taking your bag from your shoulder and carrying it to his side then dropping it into the backseat from his drivers side.
You got into the car and sat down, letting your head flop back against the headrest.
“Siri,” Dabi said to his phone, “find the closest GP.”
His phone pad lit up and Siri’s voice replied.
“The nearest GP is located on the corner of tenth and fourth, and closes at 11pm,” she replied.
“Directions,” he commanded as he put the car into reverse and pulled out of the space, one hand on your headrest as he looked over his shoulder to check the rear.
His phone went silent as it calculated the route and he spoke to you while Siri was doing her calculations.
“Hang in there. Is it your nip?”
You nodded. “I think it’s infected.”
He pushed his lips together and kept silent as he put the car in drive and took off down the road with the automated voice giving him directions.
It didn’t take long to get to the GP’s office and he helped you out of the car and into the clinic’s waiting room.
“First available,” Dabi said to the receptionist, “she’s got a pretty bad infection.”
The reception nodded calmly and followed the usual procedure, getting you to fill the form out.
You could feel your body burning up and you felt so weak that you could barely finish the form before giving it to Dabi to hand back to her.
Slumping down in the chair in reception, you rested your head on Dabi’s shoulder and then slowly slipped unconscious.
You were vaguely aware of the doctor coming out and Dabi saying something to him but then the rest was a hazy mess as you heard more voices then flashing lights and then the inside of a vehicle that had a lot of equipment along one wall.
“What’s going on?” you asked Dabi in your mind, unable to actually get the words out.
He didn’t reply your question of course but you could hear his voice still there telling you you would be ok.
After that, you fell asleep and didn’t wake until the next morning.
“Miss Y/N, I’m just going to take your blood pressure,” a voice said to you.
You opened one eye and saw a nurse standing by your bedside.
“What???” You lifted your head and looked around, seeing Dabi draped over one of the chairs in the room.
The nurse calmly lifted your arm and put the cuff around your bicep and started taking your pressure while you processed what was going on.
“Oh!” you exclaimed when you saw you had a cannula in your arm that was attached to a drip.
The nurse didn’t seem fazed by your confusion and went about her business before leaving.
“Dabi?” you croaked at your half dead boyfriend in the chair, “Dabi?”
He was out like a light!
“Dabi?” you called again and his head shot up, looking groggy as all hell.
“You’re awake,” he said, “you ok?”
He dragged himself from the chair and fell against the bed.
“You had a bad infection and needed a strong dose of antibiotics, that’s why we’re at the hospital,” he said, yawning and trying to stretch out, “fuck, I’m stiff.”
“Is the piercing out?” you asked.
“Yeah. They took it out,” he replied, “your nip is mad swollen.”
“Wonderful,” you cringed.
He leaned in and pressed his lips to your forehead while cupping the back of your head.
“That scared me,” he said softly, showing his vulnerable side again.
“You were really sick.”
“Yeah, but I wasn’t going to die,” you replied.
“I never want anything to ever get you to that point again, ok? You’re not even allowed to get a cold. It’s not good for my health.”
You chucked sympathetically.