[With that permission, Scott wraps one arm underneath his knees and the other around his shoulders, hefting his friend into his arms with just a small amount of struggle. He's still not the strongest physically, but he can push through, especially right now-- tapping into some adrenaline and the need to help his friend. It's always something that's allowed him to shove emotions aside, push him past his normal limits, and so with that, he starts walking past the destroyed room and down the hallway so he can reach the bathroom Bakugo mentioned.
His suite is far bigger than his, than what he's used to seeing, but at least it's come in handy this time. Because despite Bakugo destroying the kitchen and the main room, he still has extra rooms right now to rest in and seclude himself from. He doesn't even have to look at the destruction he caused. It might help.
But he soon walks inside the lavish bathroom, before helping Bakugo down on a bench that should still be comfortable enough to sit on.]
I'm assuming it's in the drawer here?
[He idly asks, as if to fill in some of the silence, opening said cabinet and pulling out the medical kit.]
[Pathetic. Every fucking shred of this is pathetic. Sputtering bursts ignite in his mind and body, trying to jump start his crashed engine, yet he feels little more than nagging irritation with no strength to act on it. Stupid thoughts mumble in his mind, needing someone to carry him, his own limbs failing to answer his demands, his mental voice not strong enough to roar his flesh into action. The world lifts and rushes past his peripheral and his head falls against Scott's shoulder whether he wants it to or not. Swept up in his friend's arms, cared for and safe, taken care of... is this really such a horrible thing to have? Depends on which side of Bakugo's asked.
Arms dangle uselessly on either side, legs tucked over Scott's arm via his knees. Not sure which is more embarrassing, a bridal carry or slung over his shoulders and back like a sack. Scott has to take either of the doors to the side of his main area, both leading into short hallways with doors further down. Yeah, his fury didn't reach beyond his main area, minus vibrations and shock knocking a few things on the other side of his walls.
The bathroom won't take much to find. If Scott bothers to turn on the lights, it'll blind them both for several seconds. But if he chooses to wait, he'll notice some faint lights around the mirror giving the bathroom a small orange glow with their eyes adjusted. Bakugo sinks to the bench like liquid poured out of a cup, leaning on the wall beside him. Freezing cold compared to the sweltering heat of his ruined foreground.]
Aa. Right side. Under the sink counter. [Indeed, a white and blue box, very well stocked with things needed for moderate to even severe injuries. He's had to patch a few people up here...]
[He turns on the lights, mostly for his benefit because it's pretty hard for him to see in the dark and if he's going to be tending to Bakugo's injuries, he wants to have the clearest vision possible. It's not long before he finds the med kit, taking a hold of the box before returning back to his friend and sitting by his side. Yeah, of course he's noticed how limp and downtrodden he is still, but he figures it's best to tend to this.]
Tell me how to clean your injury. I want to do this right.
[Instead of him second guessing himself. Maybe this will also help Bakugo focus on something else as well, instead of thinking about his own failures. And really, this is important to Scott, because it would be pretty stupid if he didn't tend to his injuries properly or made them worse.
But as he waits for Bakugo to answer, he starts pulling out a couple of items from the med kit.] And give me your arm.
[Fuck! Right in the damn eyes! He winces despite himself, good arm thrown up in front of his face as he slams his eyelids shut and turns his head away. Shit, that hurt! How long has he been sitting in the dark anyways? A few minutes? An hour? More hours? He can't even tell. Destroyed the clocks on the wall, hasn't looked at his watch, doesn't wanna know. Slowly his eyes begin adjusting to the light, his arm sinks towards his knees, left to hang exhausted and boneless with the rest of his body. Head to the wall, eyes lingering on the door, too tired to feel frustration or shame over having Scott treat his injuries. At least his mind's recovered enough to know he has to get it treated...]
It's a burn wound. [Probably second degree at worst thanks to his body's resistance. Would've been 3rd or "gone" if he weren't.] Water and burn salve... There's aloe in there... Check for burnt skin... Use sterilized tweezers to remove any...
[As if reciting from a book he read a long time ago. He wanted to learn how to treat those wounds, just in case something happened and his Quirk ended up hurting someone. Scott asks for his arm and he tries to lift it-]
Ngk! [Pain skewers through his limb, a scorching lance piercing his shoulder and chest hard enough to steal his breath. Fingers hit the floor, dragging backwards an inch from their previous lift. He's not moving his arm. Muscles far too shocked from the damage and lingering trauma. Scott's gonna have to lift it himself.]
[He nods, noting the stuff that he'll need to pull from the med kit. Burn salve, aloe, sterilized tweezers... luckily, everything's already in the kit for him to pull out. Good. Well, if nothing else, Bakugo is definitely prepared, but that doesn't surprise him. For all the shouting he does, sometimes acting like a huge asshole, he doesn't skimp on being prepared and ready for these kind of things. The thought only reinforces how fucked up this place can be, that it affected him this badly.
Though, hearing his grunt of pain...]
Okay, stop, I'll take your arm. Just try and relax, okay? I'll patch you up.
[Avoiding the Broken Bird, so he has to do this right. And he will. Maybe he should feel a little anxious about this, but he shoves that feeling down, so he can focus on the task at hand. Applying cold water at first, almost delicately cleaning around the injury before checking for burnt skin-- there's a small patch of it that he'll need to remove. A fact that Scott mentions before pulling the tweezers out.]
[Maybe on the worse end of second... Maybe his mind and damaged psyche are to blame... He doesn't know, he doesn't care, if Scott weren't pushing him, he wouldn't have done a damn thing. Later, when this is more passed, he'll have a lot to thank the mutant for. Coming to him when he needed him the most, listening to him, guiding him back from a place he wouldn't have been able to escape from on his own... So many villains had one bad day and they fell down a path almost none of them could return from. So many villains because one "if only" hadn't come true.
What would've happened if Scott never came? Would he be facing off against Cyclops, a feral hate-filled Dynamight, wracked in loathing and "the hell with it" mentality? ... With Scott's lingering thought being "if only" he'd reached Bakugo before everything erupted past the event horizon.
He isn't having his "if only" anymore. But damn it hurts regardless.]
Shit-! [Cold water rakes every goddamn nerve like icy hands grabbing his system and ripping it clean from his flesh. Muscles lock painfully under his skin, heels digging into the ground and fingers curling so hard his knuckles pop in succession. Five seconds of torture... and the icy flames slowly simmer. Pain becomes soothing, he stops crushing his teeth into powder, his body eases from iron to meat once more.]
Aa. There's a numbing spray. Upper left side.
[He wishes Scott could use those tweezers and rip the goddamn spade mark clean of his bubbling skin. Petty thinking. It'd reappear just to mock him.]
[An almost gruff part of him wants to tell Bakugo to just endure it after hurting himself like this, but not the time. Not that he thinks he should handle his friend like someone who couldn't withstand that sort of comment, but he's not about to kick him when he's already down. He probably knows that this was stupid now, regrets doing this.
Scott's hold is still firm around his arm, making sure that he doesn't jerk away from the water, but not excessively so.]
Okay.
[Another nod, Scott's responses more short, mostly because he's just concentrating and focusing. Taking the numbing spray and applying it to the designated area, though he can't deny that he is glad to see the pain that's been on Bakugo's face ease up. Teeth no longer firmly clenched and grinding, and it prompts Scott to work on the next part of his injury. Using the tweezers to pull off dead burnt skin.
Although...]
If you want to start talking about what exactly happened.
[He's already enduring it! As much as his body yells at him to pull away, he refuses on pure stubbornness and his own fucked-up physical state. He'll think back later on his actions, only somewhat regretting his self-imposed penance on his arm. Considering what's currently emblazoned on his skin in the same area, however, he probably isn't going to regret it for long next he sees it. Fucking mark... He'd cut it off if he knew it wouldn't come back.
There's absolutely no regret in destroying the room.
Scott might not be keeping his replies terse for Bakugo's sake, but he appreciates it silently. Not having someone prattling on about comforting shit, attempting to excuse him or dredge up things, rambling over inane crap to fill the silence, is a small relief for his exhausted mind. Pain slowly subsides, "cheated" away by a numbing spritz. Shortcut he'll pay for later, but it's necessary now as Scott removes the burnt parts. Luckily there's not a large amount... but he really did a number on his arm despite his own resistance to his explosions.]
No.
[Too fresh. Too raw. Scott's going to have to wait on it. Going back into mind after the other teenager pulled him out of it would be too damn risky.]
[Not too surprising of a response. Scott only nods in return, immediately dropping the topic and letting the silence fill the air between them again. He really isn't the type to ramble about inane topics during this kind of thing, finding this situation all too serious to distract himself with dumb bullshit. Guess this is how he handle things, huh? Funny that he's never really done this too much for his actual teammates back home, not yet. They've only trained in the Danger Room and if one of them does get injured, it's Hank that patches them up.
But when they're out on the field... that's something they'll deal with later.
Scott shoves that thought aside for now though, because Bakugo is the one he's concentrated on. It's his arm that he's still tending to-- placing the burnt skin in the nearby trash can before he starts to clean the wound once more and applying ointment. It won't be long until he loosely bandages him up.]
I'll grab you some water after this. I haven't forgotten about that.
[He'll tell him later. Far later. When things are settled and returning to those memories won't ignite another missile launch towards his room and brain. He trusts Scott will be okay with the choice, even if a little disappointed. Can't blame him for asking. Some people need to confront their trauma immediately, break it down and face it before it has a chance to grow and evolve into a monstrous force inside them.
Bakugo's... ironically the latter when it comes to himself. External issues, he crashes into without waiting. Internal, he stuffs and deals with them on his own later. Even if it means facing off against a larger, stronger threat in result. Smart? ... Who fucking knows. He doesn't care enough to think about it right now.
Scott's gonna be the team leader; he'll have to know how to best respond to all sorts of kinds.]
Aa. [He wouldn't protest if Scott cupped his damn hand under the faucet and brought him water that way. The last of his charred flesh is removed and despite the glistening grizzly sight, his wound's clear. It's fucking torture as Scott cleans it, but Bakugo bears with it, teeth grinding together and muscles threatening to snap sinew with how tense he's pulling them. Only after Scott gets the ointment and cream on does he finally begin to relax under its relief.
Bandages help. With them, some of the clouds seem to clear around Bakugo's head.] Stay with me for the night.
[It is a relief when he finishes the last of the bandages, having that wound taken care of. It's not about hiding what he did, but still tending to it, and that he'll recover. Bakugo will recover from this incident, he knows he will, even if it's going to take a while. But he won't be alone in it.
And hearing Bakugo ask him to stay the night...
That's what he wanted to do, honestly. After seeing Bakugo like this, treating him. He wasn't sure if the other teen wanted him around for too long... but his comment has fully swept those thoughts away. It's something that makes Scott relieved, before he nods without hesitation. Full conviction in his voice and leaving no room for doubt or anything else.]
I will. [Does he admit that he wanted to from the start? Since getting to his destroyed suite? Maybe that's too much to say, but he still settles on something similar-- a softer emotion in the midst of all this as he starts packing the medical kit away.]
[Bandages wind round his arm one loop after the other, a familiar sensation by now given his wounds received during his year at U.A. Keeping ointment and salve pressed on his skin, slathered and soaking into his burned flesh. A wound he gave himself. First time he's ever done something like that. Later he'll bitch at himself for doing it, but considering what lies beneath his bandages, he can't bring himself to hate the brazen choice right now.
Part of him recoils at the idea of someone staying with him after everything. Scott barely know what he's done, what drips from his hands when Bakugo looks at his own arm end. Yet the only person in the entire resort he can stand being beside him right now is sitting there in front of him, accepting his quiet request without disgust or wariness. An honest, pure answer. Wanting to help him in both support and comfort.
Warm relief floods his chest as cold dread threatens an erosion beneath. He has to... deal with the latter. If Scott didn't stay, he has no idea what would've woken up the next morning...]
Leave that out. [Scott can pack the medkit up, but putting it away's stupid. Probably gonna need it in the morning at the latest.] I've got clothes if you need them.
[He closes the medkit, but otherwise leaves it out, figuring that he'll want to redress his bandages the next morning. Reapply the ointment and gauze. But he feels good enough with his work right now, Scott nodding and slowly standing up from the bench. If Bakugo needs it, he'll offer a hand for him to get up, but otherwise the mutant will keep close with a look that isn't overly worried, but fully determined to see him through with this.]
Yeah, that'll be nice. Sleeping in jeans sucks.
[And they're close enough to the same size that it should be fine. Though, honestly, Scott doesn't care all that much, he just wants to stay here and help out. Keep him company. He could be dressed in the most uncomfortable outfit and his mind wouldn't change.
Still, he figures to take the offer.] I'll grab you some water in the mean time. Are we meeting at your bedroom?
[Does he want to stay in the same bedroom-- the same bed? Or just in a room close by?]
[Morning's going to be a pain in the ass changing that crap. His body won't be in as much shock, nerves will probably be more alive, and they're gonna have to clean the damn thing before reapplying the medicine. Fuck. Scott better prepare himself for dealing with a very grumpy patient with an already-known short temper. He ignores the offered hand, probably to Scott's relief the hero's slowly coming back around to his usual self.]
No shit. [He's not a big fan of jeans. Even less now thanks to Best Jeanist being a massive troll while wearing them. (It's a story.) Bakugo forces his legs to work beneath him, wobbling slightly before slamming his elbow into the wall to steady himself. Fucking move! This is his body and he commands it!
One step, then another, feeling half as if he's piloting some goddamn mech rather than his own flesh and blood. A sensation which seeps less and less the more he fights through his own mire.]
I'll go with you. [To the kitchen. He's doggedly determined to reclaim himself. Even if it means rushing breakneck speed over his own ruined psyche and crawling half the time. Actually there might not be any water left in the kitchen... At least the pipes for the area shut off so he wasn't flooding his suite.
On second thought... he turns in the hallway.]
Let's go to my room. Kitchen's fucked.
[He's got water there. Meaning he's taking the lead and heading for his room.]
[Hearing Bakugo bitch at him really is a relief. A small sign that his friend is starting to at least feel a little better if he's actually behaving slightly like his normal self. Yeah, he'd take all the cursing and grumping at him over the near silent ghost that was staring down at the ground, nearly curled up and lifeless. It really isn't an image that he won't be forgetting anytime soon.
A memory of his friend being that broken down, but it only pushes Scott to try and be that leader now.
He doesn't say anything as Bakugo slams his elbow against the wall, nor does he comment about how slow he seems to walk. He just wisely keeps close, but still giving him space, so he's not overly babying him or any shit like that. He's just here if Bakugo decides to want his help again.]
Your room then. [...] Water for you, change of clothes for me, and then we'll get some sleep.
[A little put back together. A little bit better. Still standing under a glowing red sky amid destroyed ruins and drying blood with his injuries fresh and oozing. Yet not as hot, not as heavy, not as drowning. So long as he holds onto the young man beside him, he'll get through this night and into the morning. Fucking sucks to admit he has to rely on someone else to keep him afloat right now, but after everything Scott's done for him and seen, is there a point to hauling his shattered pride back in front of him? It'll fall apart if he moves it too hard.
The trek to his room takes longer than normal, heedless of his suite's decoration and design. At least it's managed to escape the destruction of the initial area. He pushes open the double door to his bedroom, larger than he prefers but guess the hotel needed to flex his rank one way or another. A large bed in the middle, nightstand on either side, a desk and dresser somewhat resembling a dorm-style despite their large apartment size. Closets, attached bathroom, bookshelf with academic texts, notebooks, entertaining reads -- no smut -- and a sliding glass door with the curtain drawn. A small entertainment center hosts a tv and closed drawers and cabinets below and flanking respectively.
Bakugo gestures to a minifridge by the desk. He'd normally get it himself, but knows Scott wants to be helpful. Now he's realizing he's gonna have to take a damn shower unless he wants to crawl into bed covered in blood, sweat, dirt, and tears. Great...]
[This room is definitely decked out, but not surprising given Bakugo's rank. It's not something he really feels jealous about, not now of all times. He's just glad it's big enough for them to easily move around in, not to mention that having a large bed like that is going to be nice for the upcoming night. So, he only takes in his room briefly, before he starts moving to the designated minifridge and grabs a water out from it. He thinks twice about throwing it his way, instead the mutant walking over to his friend and holding it out for him to take.
And... yeah, okay, he still looks like crap and maybe it would be a good idea for him to take shower or bath before turning in for the night. Maybe it will further help and soothe his nerves?]
I can get a bath started for you.
[Might be nice to just sit there for a while instead of standing around in the shower. Of course, washing his hair would be a bigger pain, but whatever. Scott isn't worried about the potential miss.]
[Nothing about it screams gaudy or excessive. Stylish and effective, similar to modern apartments in his own world. The resort tried to shove its own little flairs here and there, but they're few and far between, some only if you looked to find them. Bakugo put his work into making sure his suite fitted with his own designs, aesthetics, and comforts instead of the hotel's preferences.
Left standing in the middle, he's momentarily lost in contemplation, harder to do as it picks through his salvaged mind and tries getting some functional thoughts moving. Thanks for not throwing it, Scott. In his state, it would've whapped him right on the skull or jaw.
Bakugo accepts the water without remark, strong fingers curling round in silent cling. He abruptly grips the cap between his teeth like an animal and twists the bottle via a wrist wrench. Droplets spurt out from the neck, momentarily crunched, and he spits out the cap. Then guzzles the entire thing, chugging as bubbles bloom towards its upturned bottom. Neck muscles strain and flex, throat dips and swells with each gulp, head falling back further and further as he empties it down his gullet. Bakugo drops his upper body forward, breath sucking through his teeth in drowned-man rush.
Fuck... that... helped a little.]
Fine. Don't fill it deep. [He doesn't want to get his bandages wet. Scott's probably gonna have to do a few sponge-bath passes.]
[Maybe he should grab him another bottle before drawing the bath though. Because damn. He chucked that water down like he was a man dying of thirst.
He is glad that Bakugo is staying hydrated though, so the mutant doesn't complain as he turns back around to grab him another bottle and handing it over to his friend before padding his way over to the on suite bathroom. Again, another large space, although not anything too fancy, Scott briefly looking around before he kneels by the tub to get the water started. Of course even in this suite, the water isn't immediately warm, so he waits a bit before plugging the tub and letting it fill.
Sitting here like this though... Scott can't stop himself from exhaling quietly, just really letting everything hit him. Taking care of a close friend like this. It really is the first time he's had to help someone that was this broken down. It's... not nice per se, but he's glad to be here.]
Hey just this once, I'll give you a sponge bath. [Kind of a lie because Scott would give Bakugo a sponge bath during other occasions, he just would give him a harder time about it. Tease him more.]
[There are plenty more in the minifridge. Along with some fruit, snacks, and other little bits you might want to grab while studying or watching something. Bakugo passes the mirror in his room without looking at it. Amazed he hadn't broken the damn thing earlier when he came out of his change.
He silently works on his clothes, peeling his shirt over his head and dropping it on the floor without his usual care. Another time he might've blown up the bottle, but now he's merely discarding it along with his shirt, the material flopping on the floor with a plastic container trapped inside its folds somewhere.
Scott offers him another bottle and he takes it without comment. Twists the cap off similar to the last time, but only brings it partially to his lips for a normal til and drink. No chugging this time. Belt buckle clinks, fly pops, his zipper drags down with a rasp, and he lets the clothing pool around his ankles before stepping out of them, one foot trapping the rest so the other can pull free.
Someone else might offer an apology for making Scott go through something like that, helping him out so broken. If he bothered, the mutant would dismiss it. Stick with a quiet thanks when he's feeling more up to it.]
Hmph. You better hope I don't like it then. [Nowhere near his usual cocky heat, but he forces the words purely out of his damaged pride. Some habits die hard.]
[He briefly glances at Bakugo as he undresses, mostly just double checking to see if he looks injured in any other way. Nothing too bad. Though he definitely needs a bath, with all that residual dirt and stuff clinging to his person. At least his friend has a private bathroom like this, it'd probably be far more of a pain if they had to go to a communal bathroom with prying eyes. Small stupid mercies of this resort right now... even if it's the fucking reason for all this in the first place. Yeah, not giving it any credit. Fuck it.
But after a while, he turns off the water, once it reaches the optimal height.]
Heh, I guess I might give you one in the future then.
[Because Bakugo will like this, he's certain. A small flicker of humor returning to Scott and it's nice to joke with him like this again after everything. Though he is the type to just focus completely on injuries and stuff, something about this feels... okay too.]
[Asides from a few appearing bruises and smaller cuts, nothing's as serious as the injury on his now-bandaged arm. His scars from the war are readily apparent, but those have healed enough by now not to be a danger. Though they do act up every now and then, mostly during sex or exertion or strange temperatures. Scott might have to deal with an episode of those in the cooler months. As he is now, Bakugo probably would've cleared a public bathroom out in fury if he were to shower in such a place.
He hates the resort, but he doesn't regret his suite. He uses it to help other guests more than lounging around himself. (Though he's still proud enough to take pride in its facility.) Bakugo heads into the bathroom, turning the lights down to a dimmer glow. Doesn't need blinding shin tearing his fucking retinas out of his head.]
Then do your best.
[A challenge, despite his current monotone and quiet ire. He stops beside the bath, looking into the water with some kind... hard to say. One part wanting to get in and wash off, one part stupidly telling himself he deserves to stay in the filth.
[He patiently waits as Bakugo stares at the half filled bathtub, letting his friend have that choice of easing himself in and not wanting to rush him. If he waited too long, he might've made a joke about him taking the bath instead, but he wouldn't have pushed. It's still a relief when the blonde eventually eases himself in the tub, Scott letting himself smile briefly as he shrugs off his jacket and pulls up his sleeves.
He'll give Bakugo a few extra seconds to settle in the water, let everything ease his muscles. Start to at least feel a little clean after everything that happened. He's not going to remain like this forever, even if some of it will never go away. At least he can help with the filth, both literally and figurately.
He grabs the sponge and soaks in some water, before he presses it against his friend's skin.]
[hot. another time he'd find it comfortable. right now, it simply sits at a temperature. bakugo slowly crouches down and braces one arm behind him, legs extending below him soon enough to sink a sit within the water. he eases his back to the sloped side, eyes lingering on his faucet across from him. leave him alone in this for more than a minute without word or action and he feels like he'll zone out into some space he shouldn't be going to.
sweat clings to his body, a few flecks of blood and plenty of smoke and dirt. he makes no effort to splash himself or sink below the water licking around his stomach. the longer he stays, the more its heat seeps into him, slowly easing his tension, but also lulling his exhausted body. weird fucking feeling. not completely back in full control of himself. completely drained, yet still pumping adrenaline...
touch. he blinks, shaken from his drifting mind, and glances to scott once more, eyes focusing again.]
[He almost rolls his eyes at the comment, but knowing all the context behind that singular word... it's hard to feel entirely irritated with him. Scott just starts to lightly scrub the sponge against Bakugo's body, the teen leaning forward and close to the tub as he solely focuses on the dirt and grime covering him. Yeah, harder for him to see than most, but he's got this. Slow, but methodical, like the mutant doesn't want to miss a spot. It's something he can at least do, a goal, and it feels good right now when Bakugo's a mess otherwise.
At some point, he quietly tells Bakugo to lean forward so that he can scrub his back. Once he does so, he'll start applying that same motion to the large expanse of skin there, rubbing and cleaning him off.
Scott really doesn't have much to say though, but maybe that's okay for now.]
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Date: 9/17/25 20:22 (UTC)His suite is far bigger than his, than what he's used to seeing, but at least it's come in handy this time. Because despite Bakugo destroying the kitchen and the main room, he still has extra rooms right now to rest in and seclude himself from. He doesn't even have to look at the destruction he caused. It might help.
But he soon walks inside the lavish bathroom, before helping Bakugo down on a bench that should still be comfortable enough to sit on.]
I'm assuming it's in the drawer here?
[He idly asks, as if to fill in some of the silence, opening said cabinet and pulling out the medical kit.]
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Date: 9/17/25 22:18 (UTC)Arms dangle uselessly on either side, legs tucked over Scott's arm via his knees. Not sure which is more embarrassing, a bridal carry or slung over his shoulders and back like a sack. Scott has to take either of the doors to the side of his main area, both leading into short hallways with doors further down. Yeah, his fury didn't reach beyond his main area, minus vibrations and shock knocking a few things on the other side of his walls.
The bathroom won't take much to find. If Scott bothers to turn on the lights, it'll blind them both for several seconds. But if he chooses to wait, he'll notice some faint lights around the mirror giving the bathroom a small orange glow with their eyes adjusted. Bakugo sinks to the bench like liquid poured out of a cup, leaning on the wall beside him. Freezing cold compared to the sweltering heat of his ruined foreground.]
Aa. Right side. Under the sink counter. [Indeed, a white and blue box, very well stocked with things needed for moderate to even severe injuries. He's had to patch a few people up here...]
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Date: 9/20/25 15:54 (UTC)Tell me how to clean your injury. I want to do this right.
[Instead of him second guessing himself. Maybe this will also help Bakugo focus on something else as well, instead of thinking about his own failures. And really, this is important to Scott, because it would be pretty stupid if he didn't tend to his injuries properly or made them worse.
But as he waits for Bakugo to answer, he starts pulling out a couple of items from the med kit.] And give me your arm.
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Date: 9/20/25 21:57 (UTC)It's a burn wound. [Probably second degree at worst thanks to his body's resistance. Would've been 3rd or "gone" if he weren't.] Water and burn salve... There's aloe in there... Check for burnt skin... Use sterilized tweezers to remove any...
[As if reciting from a book he read a long time ago. He wanted to learn how to treat those wounds, just in case something happened and his Quirk ended up hurting someone. Scott asks for his arm and he tries to lift it-]
Ngk! [Pain skewers through his limb, a scorching lance piercing his shoulder and chest hard enough to steal his breath. Fingers hit the floor, dragging backwards an inch from their previous lift. He's not moving his arm. Muscles far too shocked from the damage and lingering trauma. Scott's gonna have to lift it himself.]
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Date: 9/22/25 16:40 (UTC)Though, hearing his grunt of pain...]
Okay, stop, I'll take your arm. Just try and relax, okay? I'll patch you up.
[Avoiding the Broken Bird, so he has to do this right. And he will. Maybe he should feel a little anxious about this, but he shoves that feeling down, so he can focus on the task at hand. Applying cold water at first, almost delicately cleaning around the injury before checking for burnt skin-- there's a small patch of it that he'll need to remove. A fact that Scott mentions before pulling the tweezers out.]
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Date: 9/23/25 03:36 (UTC)What would've happened if Scott never came? Would he be facing off against Cyclops, a feral hate-filled Dynamight, wracked in loathing and "the hell with it" mentality? ... With Scott's lingering thought being "if only" he'd reached Bakugo before everything erupted past the event horizon.
He isn't having his "if only" anymore. But damn it hurts regardless.]
Shit-! [Cold water rakes every goddamn nerve like icy hands grabbing his system and ripping it clean from his flesh. Muscles lock painfully under his skin, heels digging into the ground and fingers curling so hard his knuckles pop in succession. Five seconds of torture... and the icy flames slowly simmer. Pain becomes soothing, he stops crushing his teeth into powder, his body eases from iron to meat once more.]
Aa. There's a numbing spray. Upper left side.
[He wishes Scott could use those tweezers and rip the goddamn spade mark clean of his bubbling skin. Petty thinking. It'd reappear just to mock him.]
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Date: 9/24/25 15:34 (UTC)Scott's hold is still firm around his arm, making sure that he doesn't jerk away from the water, but not excessively so.]
Okay.
[Another nod, Scott's responses more short, mostly because he's just concentrating and focusing. Taking the numbing spray and applying it to the designated area, though he can't deny that he is glad to see the pain that's been on Bakugo's face ease up. Teeth no longer firmly clenched and grinding, and it prompts Scott to work on the next part of his injury. Using the tweezers to pull off dead burnt skin.
Although...]
If you want to start talking about what exactly happened.
[He can.]
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Date: 9/25/25 01:56 (UTC)There's absolutely no regret in destroying the room.
Scott might not be keeping his replies terse for Bakugo's sake, but he appreciates it silently. Not having someone prattling on about comforting shit, attempting to excuse him or dredge up things, rambling over inane crap to fill the silence, is a small relief for his exhausted mind. Pain slowly subsides, "cheated" away by a numbing spritz. Shortcut he'll pay for later, but it's necessary now as Scott removes the burnt parts. Luckily there's not a large amount... but he really did a number on his arm despite his own resistance to his explosions.]
No.
[Too fresh. Too raw. Scott's going to have to wait on it. Going back into mind after the other teenager pulled him out of it would be too damn risky.]
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Date: 9/26/25 13:19 (UTC)But when they're out on the field... that's something they'll deal with later.
Scott shoves that thought aside for now though, because Bakugo is the one he's concentrated on. It's his arm that he's still tending to-- placing the burnt skin in the nearby trash can before he starts to clean the wound once more and applying ointment. It won't be long until he loosely bandages him up.]
I'll grab you some water after this. I haven't forgotten about that.
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Date: 9/27/25 14:15 (UTC)Bakugo's... ironically the latter when it comes to himself. External issues, he crashes into without waiting. Internal, he stuffs and deals with them on his own later. Even if it means facing off against a larger, stronger threat in result. Smart? ... Who fucking knows. He doesn't care enough to think about it right now.
Scott's gonna be the team leader; he'll have to know how to best respond to all sorts of kinds.]
Aa. [He wouldn't protest if Scott cupped his damn hand under the faucet and brought him water that way. The last of his charred flesh is removed and despite the glistening grizzly sight, his wound's clear. It's fucking torture as Scott cleans it, but Bakugo bears with it, teeth grinding together and muscles threatening to snap sinew with how tense he's pulling them. Only after Scott gets the ointment and cream on does he finally begin to relax under its relief.
Bandages help. With them, some of the clouds seem to clear around Bakugo's head.] Stay with me for the night.
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Date: 9/29/25 15:24 (UTC)And hearing Bakugo ask him to stay the night...
That's what he wanted to do, honestly. After seeing Bakugo like this, treating him. He wasn't sure if the other teen wanted him around for too long... but his comment has fully swept those thoughts away. It's something that makes Scott relieved, before he nods without hesitation. Full conviction in his voice and leaving no room for doubt or anything else.]
I will. [Does he admit that he wanted to from the start? Since getting to his destroyed suite? Maybe that's too much to say, but he still settles on something similar-- a softer emotion in the midst of all this as he starts packing the medical kit away.]
I want to.
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Date: 9/30/25 02:54 (UTC)Part of him recoils at the idea of someone staying with him after everything. Scott barely know what he's done, what drips from his hands when Bakugo looks at his own arm end. Yet the only person in the entire resort he can stand being beside him right now is sitting there in front of him, accepting his quiet request without disgust or wariness. An honest, pure answer. Wanting to help him in both support and comfort.
Warm relief floods his chest as cold dread threatens an erosion beneath. He has to... deal with the latter. If Scott didn't stay, he has no idea what would've woken up the next morning...]
Leave that out. [Scott can pack the medkit up, but putting it away's stupid. Probably gonna need it in the morning at the latest.] I've got clothes if you need them.
[Bedclothes.]
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Date: 10/1/25 14:33 (UTC)Yeah, that'll be nice. Sleeping in jeans sucks.
[And they're close enough to the same size that it should be fine. Though, honestly, Scott doesn't care all that much, he just wants to stay here and help out. Keep him company. He could be dressed in the most uncomfortable outfit and his mind wouldn't change.
Still, he figures to take the offer.] I'll grab you some water in the mean time. Are we meeting at your bedroom?
[Does he want to stay in the same bedroom-- the same bed? Or just in a room close by?]
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Date: 10/1/25 16:54 (UTC)No shit. [He's not a big fan of jeans. Even less now thanks to Best Jeanist being a massive troll while wearing them. (It's a story.) Bakugo forces his legs to work beneath him, wobbling slightly before slamming his elbow into the wall to steady himself. Fucking move! This is his body and he commands it!
One step, then another, feeling half as if he's piloting some goddamn mech rather than his own flesh and blood. A sensation which seeps less and less the more he fights through his own mire.]
I'll go with you. [To the kitchen. He's doggedly determined to reclaim himself. Even if it means rushing breakneck speed over his own ruined psyche and crawling half the time. Actually there might not be any water left in the kitchen... At least the pipes for the area shut off so he wasn't flooding his suite.
On second thought... he turns in the hallway.]
Let's go to my room. Kitchen's fucked.
[He's got water there. Meaning he's taking the lead and heading for his room.]
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Date: 10/2/25 14:41 (UTC)A memory of his friend being that broken down, but it only pushes Scott to try and be that leader now.
He doesn't say anything as Bakugo slams his elbow against the wall, nor does he comment about how slow he seems to walk. He just wisely keeps close, but still giving him space, so he's not overly babying him or any shit like that. He's just here if Bakugo decides to want his help again.]
Your room then. [...] Water for you, change of clothes for me, and then we'll get some sleep.
[Rattling off a simple plan for them.]
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Date: 10/3/25 01:35 (UTC)The trek to his room takes longer than normal, heedless of his suite's decoration and design. At least it's managed to escape the destruction of the initial area. He pushes open the double door to his bedroom, larger than he prefers but guess the hotel needed to flex his rank one way or another. A large bed in the middle, nightstand on either side, a desk and dresser somewhat resembling a dorm-style despite their large apartment size. Closets, attached bathroom, bookshelf with academic texts, notebooks, entertaining reads -- no smut -- and a sliding glass door with the curtain drawn. A small entertainment center hosts a tv and closed drawers and cabinets below and flanking respectively.
Bakugo gestures to a minifridge by the desk. He'd normally get it himself, but knows Scott wants to be helpful. Now he's realizing he's gonna have to take a damn shower unless he wants to crawl into bed covered in blood, sweat, dirt, and tears. Great...]
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Date: 10/5/25 22:39 (UTC)And... yeah, okay, he still looks like crap and maybe it would be a good idea for him to take shower or bath before turning in for the night. Maybe it will further help and soothe his nerves?]
I can get a bath started for you.
[Might be nice to just sit there for a while instead of standing around in the shower. Of course, washing his hair would be a bigger pain, but whatever. Scott isn't worried about the potential miss.]
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Date: 10/6/25 01:29 (UTC)Left standing in the middle, he's momentarily lost in contemplation, harder to do as it picks through his salvaged mind and tries getting some functional thoughts moving. Thanks for not throwing it, Scott. In his state, it would've whapped him right on the skull or jaw.
Bakugo accepts the water without remark, strong fingers curling round in silent cling. He abruptly grips the cap between his teeth like an animal and twists the bottle via a wrist wrench. Droplets spurt out from the neck, momentarily crunched, and he spits out the cap. Then guzzles the entire thing, chugging as bubbles bloom towards its upturned bottom. Neck muscles strain and flex, throat dips and swells with each gulp, head falling back further and further as he empties it down his gullet. Bakugo drops his upper body forward, breath sucking through his teeth in drowned-man rush.
Fuck... that... helped a little.]
Fine. Don't fill it deep. [He doesn't want to get his bandages wet. Scott's probably gonna have to do a few sponge-bath passes.]
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Date: 10/7/25 19:03 (UTC)[Maybe he should grab him another bottle before drawing the bath though. Because damn. He chucked that water down like he was a man dying of thirst.
He is glad that Bakugo is staying hydrated though, so the mutant doesn't complain as he turns back around to grab him another bottle and handing it over to his friend before padding his way over to the on suite bathroom. Again, another large space, although not anything too fancy, Scott briefly looking around before he kneels by the tub to get the water started. Of course even in this suite, the water isn't immediately warm, so he waits a bit before plugging the tub and letting it fill.
Sitting here like this though... Scott can't stop himself from exhaling quietly, just really letting everything hit him. Taking care of a close friend like this. It really is the first time he's had to help someone that was this broken down. It's... not nice per se, but he's glad to be here.]
Hey just this once, I'll give you a sponge bath. [Kind of a lie because Scott would give Bakugo a sponge bath during other occasions, he just would give him a harder time about it. Tease him more.]
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Date: 10/7/25 23:48 (UTC)He silently works on his clothes, peeling his shirt over his head and dropping it on the floor without his usual care. Another time he might've blown up the bottle, but now he's merely discarding it along with his shirt, the material flopping on the floor with a plastic container trapped inside its folds somewhere.
Scott offers him another bottle and he takes it without comment. Twists the cap off similar to the last time, but only brings it partially to his lips for a normal til and drink. No chugging this time. Belt buckle clinks, fly pops, his zipper drags down with a rasp, and he lets the clothing pool around his ankles before stepping out of them, one foot trapping the rest so the other can pull free.
Someone else might offer an apology for making Scott go through something like that, helping him out so broken. If he bothered, the mutant would dismiss it. Stick with a quiet thanks when he's feeling more up to it.]
Hmph. You better hope I don't like it then. [Nowhere near his usual cocky heat, but he forces the words purely out of his damaged pride. Some habits die hard.]
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Date: 10/9/25 15:39 (UTC)But after a while, he turns off the water, once it reaches the optimal height.]
Heh, I guess I might give you one in the future then.
[Because Bakugo will like this, he's certain. A small flicker of humor returning to Scott and it's nice to joke with him like this again after everything. Though he is the type to just focus completely on injuries and stuff, something about this feels... okay too.]
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Date: 10/10/25 13:44 (UTC)He hates the resort, but he doesn't regret his suite. He uses it to help other guests more than lounging around himself. (Though he's still proud enough to take pride in its facility.) Bakugo heads into the bathroom, turning the lights down to a dimmer glow. Doesn't need blinding shin tearing his fucking retinas out of his head.]
Then do your best.
[A challenge, despite his current monotone and quiet ire. He stops beside the bath, looking into the water with some kind... hard to say. One part wanting to get in and wash off, one part stupidly telling himself he deserves to stay in the filth.
He shoves it away and steps in.]
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Date: 10/12/25 17:53 (UTC)He'll give Bakugo a few extra seconds to settle in the water, let everything ease his muscles. Start to at least feel a little clean after everything that happened. He's not going to remain like this forever, even if some of it will never go away. At least he can help with the filth, both literally and figurately.
He grabs the sponge and soaks in some water, before he presses it against his friend's skin.]
Just relax, alright?
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Date: 10/13/25 02:46 (UTC)sweat clings to his body, a few flecks of blood and plenty of smoke and dirt. he makes no effort to splash himself or sink below the water licking around his stomach. the longer he stays, the more its heat seeps into him, slowly easing his tension, but also lulling his exhausted body. weird fucking feeling. not completely back in full control of himself. completely drained, yet still pumping adrenaline...
touch. he blinks, shaken from his drifting mind, and glances to scott once more, eyes focusing again.]
Fine.
[he'll try.]
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Date: 10/14/25 20:25 (UTC)At some point, he quietly tells Bakugo to lean forward so that he can scrub his back. Once he does so, he'll start applying that same motion to the large expanse of skin there, rubbing and cleaning him off.
Scott really doesn't have much to say though, but maybe that's okay for now.]
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