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Scaramouche

"I feel like shit."

You

"I promise I'll figure out a way for you to get out of here. I hate it here as much as you do."

Scaramouche

"I don't... Even know where we are."

You

"We're in Ei's home."

Scaramouche

"Oh jeez... Get me out."

You

"You need to rest, Scara."

Scaramouche

"God dammit... How long do you think I'll have to stay in this bed for?"

You

"At least like... A few weeks until you can start walking."

Scaramouche

"Weeks?! Y/N, what the fuck?!"

You

"I'm just stating the facts! Remember, that blade went right through your gut. You won't heal easily from that."

Scaramouche

"Please, I don't heal the way human bodies do."

You

"I know how badly you want to get out, but I'm being dead serious - You need rest. Lots of it."

Scaramouche lightly groaned in annoyance.

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You

"I'll be right here with you. I'm not going anywhere."

Scaramouche

"... Really?..."

You

"Yes, really. I hope I don't bore you."

You two laughed.

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-TWO WEEKS LATER, EI'S RESIDENCE-

Though you still despised Ei, she cared for you and provided you with everything you needed, even if you didn't ask for it. But, you weren't going to give in so easily. 

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Ei

"So..."

While you were hanging Scaramouche's freshly cleaned hospital gowns on the laundry line outside, her voice surprised you from behind.

You

"..."

Ei

"I see you take a liking to Scaramouche."

You took a brief break before continuing to hang the garments that needed to be dry, your head turned away from Ei completely.

Ei

"Y/N, please. It's been a week, at least say something to me."

You

"Why are you so obsessed with my communication skills? Why is it that you try to talk to me like you used to?... Keep in mind that I'm still not okay with everything you've done up until now."

Ei

"... Do you need help with that?-"

You

"No, I'm fine. Leave me."

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-BACK IN SCARAMOUCHE'S ROOM, A FEW MINUTES LATER-

Scaramouche

"She talked about me?! What did she say?!"

You

"Shh! Stop yelling, it's bad for your wound. And sit back more."

Scaramouche

"Y/N- I'm telling you, I'm fine. Can we please leave?"

You'd just informed Scaramouche about your brief encounter with Ei.

You

"No, you are obviously not fine, Scara. Look at you."

Scaramouche

"What's that supposed to mean? Look, my chest wound's all healed up."

"... Though it left a scar."

"A bad one."

You

"Hey, I think that scar looks awesome. Ignore the story behind it - Just make something up like... You fell through a tree."

Scaramouche

"Y/N, that is incredibly lame. I'd rather tell people I got slashed in the chest by my own mom than tell people that I fell through a tree."

You

"Yeah, I guess so. I don't think that it makes much of a difference to you though. To me, you're still the same Scara."

Scaramouche

"Yeah... Thanks."

"When do you think I can start walking? My legs feel worn out."

You

"Hopefully soon. I don't trust the nurses there, I just think they plan to keep us here forever."

You sighed.

Scaramouche

"... Wanna try it out right now?..."

"The nurses aren't watching."

You

"But like- What if they're right? I don't want to be the reason why your wound possibly gets worse."

Scaramouche

"But that's the thing - It wouldn't be your fault, it'd be mine. I'm the one who initiated this idea."

You

"No... Scaramouche, just rest. Hopefully, the nurses will tell us soon."

Scaramouche

"Man, you're no fun."

You

"I'm just trying to make sure you don't get hurt, Scaramouche."

Scaramouche

"I was literally 'The Balladeer' before; are you underestimating me? For fucking walking?..."

You

"... Why so mad all of a sudden? I just care about your physical well-being."

Scaramouche

"Just stop it."

With a faint ache in your chest, you sighed and sat back in the chair next to Scaramouche's bed. He struggled to move over to his side, his back to you.

You

"..."

Scaramouche

"Y/N, what happened to you?" 

He asked, his face still turned away from you.

You

"Are you trying to continue the argument?"

Scaramouche

"No, I was just asking a fucking question."

He told you in a pissed-off tone.

You

"Well- What the hell do you mean, 'What happened to you?'"

Scaramouche

"You know what I mean."

You

"No, I really don't."

Scaramouche

"The old Y/N would've gotten us out of here a long time ago."

You

"Oh my- Will you shut up about getting out of here?! You were wounded by Ei's Misou No Hitotachi, what else would you fucking expect?!"

Scaramouche

"Yeah, and I'm feeling better now! So we should just fucking escape at this point!"

He turned back around to face you and sat up.

You

"Don't lie to me! You're not feeling better!"

You got up from your chair angrily and yelled in his face, angering him.

Scaramouche

"Oh yeah? And how do you know that, you can't feel the way I do!"

He yelled back, right at your face this time.

You

"Look at you! You still can't move the way used to! Literally, Scaramouche, just wait it out and we'll be out of here!"

Scaramouche

"Fucking hell! You're not fucking listening to me!"

You

"Trust me, I'm listening to every goddamn thing you're saying!"

Scaramouche went on and on with his rambling, attempting to prove his point of view while cursing in the most aggressive way possible. He gave you no opportunity to talk and cut you off right away when you tried.

Scaramouche

"Y/N, why are you like this?!"

You

"Okay, I'm sorry! Can you please stop yelling?"

"I'm done fighting. You win. Happy?"

Scaramouche

"... My bad."

You

"I just- I'm tired of fighting."

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"Are you okay, though?"

Scaramouche

"... What?"

He asked, a slight tremble in his voice with a distressed expression.

You

"I asked if you're okay."

Scaramouche

"Yeah, why?"

He replied almost instantly.

You

"I dunno... I thought that all that screaming would impact your wound."

Scaramouche

"Oh, no, no... I'm fine."

You

"Okay."

You finally relaxed and sank back in your chair, exhaling and turning your head away from Scaramouche.

You

"..."

"Hey, Scaramouche-"

You turned around, feeling incredibly guilty and prepared to apologize. The first thing you noticed was Scaramouche totally losing it, crying softly into his hands that covered both of his eyes.

You didn't know what to do since you were afraid that approaching him may have a bad outcome. So, you got up from your chair and awkwardly approached him, basically watching him weep as if you were watching a movie at this point.

You took a slow approach, sitting down next to him on his bed.

You

"... Do you want a hug?..."

You asked, over his sniffling and whimpering.

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Ignoring his condition, he took his damp hands from his teary eyes and reached out for you.

You

"Careful, careful... You don't want that wound to open up again."

Scaramouche was strange. One moment he'd be shouting his ass off, wanting nothing to do with you, and the next, he's suddenly sensitive to everything and needs nothing more but your touch. 

You probably figured that this was the result of being discarded and neglected too many times.