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he was falling asleep, how soothing, he could sleep peacefully. He smiled, shifting and pressing his face against the soggy pillow before relaxing again, lethargy working on his limbs and eyelids, making them heavy. Somewhere through the fog he heard a knock and a muffled voice. It was like trying to listen to something underwater. A faint giggle, he was under water. Oh but he was so tired and cold, he needed to sleep, he didn't want Andrew getting mad at him. A soft exhale, the voice louder, he knew that voice, that voice, he couldn't trust it, it was nice, but he shouldn't trust it.

Then the warmth turned off and he whimpered, curling up tighter as goosebumps spread across his skin, the soaked gown sticking to his thin frame. He was lifted and he tried to curl up, grabbing the pillow tightly, water dripping from it. "It's cold." he murmured, looking up at the sapphire eyes through his own tired brown ones. Warmth, towels. Timothy soon clung to those, pillow abandoned as he cured up away from the sopping thing and into the warmth of the towels. "No. I can't." he said. "He'll get mad, I need to finish 'relaxing' before I can leave. he said, I don't want him to get mad at me. He'll hurt me." but he was so tired, so tired and so cold, a bed sounded nice. would he get mad if he went to bed? "I can't leave, I haven't even started. He's so frightening." His memory was mixing Andrew and Aomine, blurring them together. "So tired, so cold. Can't leave yet."

He shut his eyes. Why was his voiced raised? Why was he yelling? "I'm sorry." he whimpered, feeling his head moved, one eye opening to meet a blazing crystal blue. Aomine, Aomine, ah, Daren. The officer who did this to him, who tore apart his everything. Outside, he wanted to take him outside the bathroom? "Yes please." he said, wet arms wrapping around the tanned neck as Timothy heard he was being given permission. "I don't want to stay here. It's so cold." he could feel the small trembles rolling across his body now, face burying into the warm neck. "I'll be good next time, I promise. I don't want to be cold again."

"No, no I don't want it off." he said softly, clinging to the white fabric. he didn't want to be naked, he'd be hurt. He was suddenly stood upwards, clinging to the towels around his thin frame and looking up at Aomine, mind mostly in the right place, trembling there as water dropped from the fabric. He tensed, not wanting to take it off. Sure it was sopping wet but he didn't want to be naked in front of Aomine. "O... Okay." but he closed his eyes as Daren did it, standing there, naked and cold as the gown was peeled off and gave a wet slap against the ground as it fell. His breathing quickened, knuckles white on the towels before a dry one was carefully put on. There was no innapropriate touching, no lewd comments, instead he was picked up and placed in a bed before being changed into a new and dry dressing gown before being placed in his own bed.

Timothy was exhausted, absolutely exhausted, head flopping against the pillow instantly. Why? What had happened? Had he been punished? Aomine said it was an accident, that he'd been bad. It made no sense, he was so confused. He grabbed one of the hands that had been tucking him in and clung to it with his cold fingers. "Stay with me. I won't lay on top of you but please, stay." Aomine's bed was wet, he couldn't sleep on it.

"You meant well, Aomine." he said softly, moving close as the man laid down beside him, feeling the warm hand clasp around his own. So comforting, so very comforting but he was still so afraid. Aomine hadn't meant it, but what if that mistake happened again? "I... I can't. I'm... I don't want to. Andrew... he never liked it." Andrew had practically killed the idea of self-relaxing, wanting to be the only one to help Timothy relax. And he'd been so embarrassed with Aomine, he didn't want to do it with him in the other room, knowing it would be of him. He couldn't, he just couldn't.

The officer continuously apologized, making Timothy feel even worse. It's like he wanted to do something regardless of how impossible. "I'd like my job back." he murmured softly, knowing it would probably be impossible. After all, it had been about a month, maybe more, maybe less (he didn't even know what day it was) and they probably found someone to fill in the position. And even if they didn't, he'd have to be interviewed all over again. "We need to wake up early tomorrow." He wanted to wrap his free arm around the other, but that was what had him climb on in the first place, wasn't it? But Daren was so warm and he was tall and broad, Timothy could rest on him like he was a mattress.

"I want you to stay here, Aomine." he looked up at the man, shifting and finding a somewhat moist towel, putting it on he man's chest before resting his head on it. He didn't want to get Aomine completely wet. "Please stay, you're so warm." and despite being intimidating he was comforting at the same time, he needed that, wanted it. he exhaled softly, bringing the blanket up some more and covering what he could of Daren with it before relaxing. Just sleep, just sleep and relax.

And slowly he did. Mind drifting, drifting, drifting, gone.

There were moments during the night where Timothy moved to shift onto the man but his entire body would tense and then slouch back against Aomine's side. He wanted to, that much was obvious but his subconscious was stopping him.

He was warm, so warm, and his body was a content sort of happy. He was cradled, taken care of, safe. A small noise escaped his throat as the warmth shifted and curled around him, making him curl tighter until he relaxed. Sometime during the early morning he stretched, tangling his leg with the other and fell back asleep. The pain which had been ready to wake him up ebbed away once more.

Then his body signaled it was time to wake up, nerves firing their signals faster, making his stretch again, shifting his head under the man's chin and trying to get inhumanely closer. When it failed he finally woke up, yawning and wiping the tears from his eyes. "Mornin..." he said sleepily.

The man was confused for a moment before remembering he left the hospital today. "Yea." and smiled back, moving away from Aomine and stretching some more, limbs still sore, but hardly in so much pain as they used to be. He heard the pops in Aomine's back and smiled, laying there as the man stood. Street clothes? That was right, he'd netered the hospital with no clothes. "Thank you." he slowly sat up, stretching once more to the point it hurt, relaxing yet again and even giving a small laugh. "Maybe a robot body? Like in those Ironman comics." and yawned again, pulling the tray closer to rest his upper body on it. And the Aquarium, they had the Aquarium tomorrow. He was excited for that.

Timothy's eyes widened as Daren spoke. Had technology really gotten so far? But the man said he was joking, Timothy chuckling as well. "We wouldn't want that to happen. I think I can deal with a wheelchair and maybe a crutch or a cane." and focused on the man entering the doorway behind Daren, smile falling instantly and caution in the brown eyes. He couldn't remember this man, maybe, but it was too foggy to be considered a memory. Was this his doctor? The name on the jacket said yes, yes it was. Madison.

The doctor commented on how a nurse would visit before moving closer, his heart rate shooting up and his breath becoming a little quicker. Just his lungs, just his lungs, a stethoscope. The man took a breath and nodded, allowing the doctor to check.