“CRAP!” Bam jumped at the shouted words that came from the living room. They turned away from the dishes only momentarily before deciding against it and agreeing with themselves that if Khol wanted or needed help he’d ask.
Another obscenity was shouted from the living room, and along with it came a loud crashing sound. Bam swallowed their mind going back to what they had thought before. ‘If he needs help he’ll ask.’ Bam waited one more moment in the eerie silence before deciding that dishes could wait and Khol’s stubbornness be damned.
Walking into the airconditioned living room sure was different than the over hot kitchen or the stuffy bedrooms. Still, when Bam saw Khol laying on the floor, left leg bent at an odd angle and head in his hands, they decided that maybe it would be better if they sat and watched Khol instead of working on the dishes.
“You okay there Bambles?” Khol asked like he wasn’t the one lying on the floor.
‘Bambles’ perked up, “Yes. Are you?”
“Yes.” Bam figured Khol was lying again, like he usually did when it came to his pain, but decided against pushing it.
Khol was sweating, badly in need of a shower- not a bath-, and was currently in a level nine on the pain scale which only went up to ten but Khol could swear he’d been at an eleven these past few months.
Something about pain made him angry, hostile, and also in dire need of hugs. Not that he’d ever admit that to anyone but himself. No, not even his mothers and sister knew about how much pain he was in.
Though he figured his momma Lydia had to have a guess being a nurse and all.
Laying on the floor in complete agony left him wanting his momma, or his much softer mum Joan. Joan had always given the best hugs. She was big and squishy and left you feeling safe with her biker-gang toughness.
Thinking of hugs, there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t give for one of Bams. Their hugs were the absolute best. Bam was tall, chubby, soft and firm in all the right places. They made you feel at home too because usually, Bam would offer comforting words at the same time.
Bam cleared their throat not knowing why Khol still hadn’t asked for help and was still a crumpled mess on the floor. “Um.” They trailed off, maybe Khol didn’t want help, though he sure looked like he needed it.
Khol quickly held up a finger towards Bam, he didn’t want anything right now but to sit in his own pain. He was embarrassed that he had fallen over nothing and was even more embarrassed that Bam has to see him like this.
Eventually, Bam mumbles something about dishes and quickly retreats into the kitchen to allow for Khol to try and save some of his pride. Khol struggles to stand for a good five minutes before finally pulling himself off the floor and steadying himself against the couch.
All of this nonsense was because Khol wanted to grab a book from the shelf, but lately, those ten feet seemed to be too far for him to even struggle to walk. His legs were just in so much pain and his head was so woozy.
Both Bam and Khol knew that the doctor's appointment Khol had coming up on Wednesday would tell them something big was going on. Though Khol liked to keep his mind in a state of denial, Bam couldn’t help but worry about their friend.
Khol had been sick since high school, though not like this. This was an entirely different ballgame. Khol felt like he was dying, though doctors didn't seem to think so.
He manages to make it to the other side of the couch and sits down, that's all he seems able to do now is sit down on the couch. Khol sneers at the worn fake suede material. This couch used to hold fond memories of bringing over girls and party nights. Now it feels like his prison.
Bam watches him from the kitchen, dishes having long since been forgotten. When Khol gets heated it reminds them of their past. They know Khol is only angry because they're in pain but it still scares them.
Everything does.
They walk out to the living room under the guise of taking a break in the nice cool air, only really they want to pick at Khol and try to heal him. Khol leans against them before they get a chance to dig at the mountain of feelings and mumbles something about needing a shower.
"What about a bath?" Bam asks, voice soft and soothing to Khol's nerves.
Khol shakes his head, "Naw, I need to get cleaner than that you know?" Bam hums and sniffs at Khols head only to flinch backward at the terrible smell coming from the greasy blonde mop of hair.
"Yeah, you do." They say plugging their nose and pushing Khol off of them. "You reak!"
Khol chuckles and takes Bam's outstretched hands together they slowly but surely walk towards the bathroom with minimal tripping. Bam thinks it will probably take an hour before they're done in the shower. Then Khol will be so tired he'll fall asleep on the couch again leaving Bam alone before work.
It works out much the way Bam thought it would. Khol is asleep before Bam is even changed into their uniform for work. Bam stands at the door and watches Khol sleep for a minute before turning away and shutting their apartment door behind them.
There's no need to be creepy.
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