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Scaramouche cautiously managed to lift your body without causing any harm. He gently held you in his arms, patting your back to make you feel better.

Scaramouche

"There, there..."

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"... Eugh..."

He cringed and was embarrassed at the way he was behaving and genuinely comforting someone. He developed an aversion to physical touch yet he was severely touch-deprived. Hugs were never his thing, but he understood how much he needed one, thinking back on past events. 

He wanted this hug just as much as you did. He had one hand on the back of your head, holding you close to him, and your head was burrowing into his shoulder. His other arm was draped over your back and beneath your arms. 

He hates to admit it, but receiving a real embrace, real affection made him feel relieved.

Scaramouche

"Let's get you cleaned up, yeah?"

He finally pulled away from you, even though he would have believed it was fine to stay that way for a little longer. There was a long silence as you just stared at his face. Scaramouche really believed you'd lost your skill to speak until you jerked your head down and coughed the living daylights out of yourself. 

Upset and agitated, you placed your palm over your mouth as if it would stop the coughing, but it didn't. Your throat was already irritated, sore as hell.

Scaramouche

"Uh..."

He wondered whether he might help, but he didn't want to disrupt this... Unusually protracted series of coughs. Finally, you came to a stop and took your hand away from your mouth. You sniffled a few times as you wiped away your tears with your other hand, then stared at your blood-splattered hand. 

You glanced at Scaramouche, shocked, with blood all over the corners of your lips and neck, and he just stared at you, concerned.

Scaramouche

"Well, that can't be good... How does a nice warm bath sound, Y/N?"

You nodded weakly, still catching your breath and staring into emptiness.

Scaramouche

"And... Up we go..."

Scaramouche had to work much harder to get you on his back, especially because you couldn't hold onto him owing to your injuries.

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Scaramouche

"Woah, woah- Y/N, don't do that here!"

Scaramouche asked you to take a shower but then realized the drugs' effects hadn't worn off yet. So, despite the fact that your brain was fried entirely, you tried to strip yourself right in front of Scaramouche. 

You had one hand on the opposite side of your shirt, ready to pull it off. Scaramouche had already closed his eyes tightly with his palm in front of his face to block out anything unnecessary he might've witnessed.

he literally sees u shirtless in like... a few chapters but

we save that shit for later okay 😘

You

"Wha..."

Scaramouche

"Y/N... You can take a bath by yourself, right?..."

You

"..."

Scaramouche

"Right?!"

You

"Uhhh... Uhmmm..."

Scaramouche

"No... Don't tell me that I have to..."

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"Bathe you..."

You

"Baaathe?..."

Scaramouche

"Yeah, you know? Cleaning yourself."

You

"Cleaning myself..."

You turned around and walked inside the restroom, collapsing the moment you started walking. Scaramouche raced over and caught you; who knows what might have happened if anything catastrophic happened to that arm for the fourth time? It's been through enough.

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Scaramouche

"Okay. We're gonna do this a different way, okay?"

You

"Yes. Mhm."

Scaramouche

"You're gonna..."

You

"I am... Gonna..."

Scaramouche

"Ahem. You're gonna... Um... Undress yourself- Without me seeing, of course, and then!.. You'll go into the bathtub, got it?"

You

"So warm in the stairs-up... Stars..."

Scaramouche

"... What?... Oh my- They're not even listening to me!"

Scaramouche tried to explain it to you several times, but you kept talking about nonsense as he tried. You did not get an understanding.

Scaramouche

"Hm... Maybe you're just extremely dehydrated right now, Dottore didn't feed you or let you drink any water for days, I'm assuming."

You

"Doctor! Where?!"

You yelled suddenly, coughing slightly thereafter.

Scaramouche

"No, Dottore isn't here, don't worry. You stay right there, okay?"

You

"Mhm."

You nodded your head with a smug smile on your face, the smile that meant that you were up to no good.

Scaramouche

"I'm just... Going to get you a glass of water... And when I do, you get in the bath, okay?"

You

"Yeees... The June... August..."

Scaramouche

"Good god, what did Dottore inject you with..."

Scaramouche grabbed a glass of water as quickly as he could, knowing that if he returned to his room's bathroom, something bad would likely happen.

Scaramouche

"Y/N~ I'm back~"

In a sing-song voice, he said.

Scaramouche

"Y/N?"

He shut the door to his room after entering and noticed you sitting on the floor, your back slumped.

Scaramouche

"Look at what I have~"

He got down on his knees in front of you, holding your glass of water. He delicately held your chin with his palm and raised your head, prepared to press the glass's rim to your lips. When your brain comprehended there was a glass of water right in front of you, you grabbed it with both hands and began to chug it down right away, without any hesitation.

Scaramouche

"Y/N, chill! Take it easy - If you drink so fast like that, you'll end up choking, and you know that won't end well for your throat."

Even though the water wasn't particularly fresh, the taste was outstanding. Clean, yes, but refreshing, absolutely not. But, at the very least, it was the finest thing you'd tasted in days. Only because you were dying of thirst did the water taste pleasant.

Scaramouche

"Alright, you've had your water. Now, would you please get in the bath?"

You

"Mhm..."

Scaramouche turned and looked away from the bathtub as you eventually stepped into it, he was looking at the bathroom door. Scaramouche didn't have to see anything because the bubbles around you hid everything.

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Scaramouche

"Y/N, stop that."

You

"Heee... Heeeheee..."

You splattered bubbles on Scaramouche's face while he washed your hair. He looked furious, but that was the funny part. He couldn't look eerie with cat ears made of bubbles, some of which were on his nose and all over the sides of his face.

Scaramouche

*Sigh*

You

"The fireflies!"

Scaramouche

"What?"

You

"Over there!"

You got up from sitting in the bathtub, bubbles thankfully covering most of your body, and reached out, collecting air. Once again, you were hallucinating.

Scaramouche

"Y/N, get back down!"

He closed his eyes firmly and tried to place you back in the bathtub.

Scaramouche

"I really hope that you never go on drugs again. This is such a pain!"

You

"Scaaaraaa... Moo..."

You began butchering and placing Scaramouche's name into random nursery rhymes that came to mind, swaying your body back and forth while he gently cleansed your severely wounded back.

Scaramouche

"What a nightmare! They won't even say my name correctly anymore!"

You

"Scaram... Mo- Scar... Scara... Smoochieee..."

You began humorously pouting your lips at Scaramouche, who chuckled and pushed your face back.

You

"I wanna kiss..."