CSW

1.5
LATER THAT DAY
TYLER

Diamond. My armor has a layer of diamond, dang it. Did that jerkwad seriously make his Frisbee out of diamond? Why would he even do that!? Where would he even get diamond? It's crazy rare.

I grumble to myself as I limp through the front door of our apartment (but thank Notch this place has an elevator), and then I moan when I realize I left my key inside when I ran out early this morning to set up my Roobootz in the Complex. Notch, why did I even think Visor would be there? I mean, I guess I just assumed. But, like, he never even implied that he was in any way associated with them, so... ugh.

See, this is one of those things that makes Mother not proud.

Agh, and now Jason is gonna come home and find me bleeding all over the entrance to our apartment, and- why is he even out? Wait - he isn't.

Dang it.

"Jason!" I call (annoyingly weakly) as I bang my fists against the wooden door. "Open up, dude!"

"I'm here, I'm here!" Jason laughs, bounding up the stairs. "You forget your key?"

"Yeah. Why were you out?"

"Uh, I went looking for you-" His eyes widen. "Are you bleeding? Tyler, oh my Notch!"

"Calm down, it's just a little scrape. I ran into this scrap of metal that was sticking out of the unfinished building next to the bakery-"

Jason pauses for half a second, but then his eyes go even wider. "Oh my Notch, Tyler! What if you get Tetanus or something!?"

"You know, now that I think about it, the metal was pretty clean, ah-! J-Jason, stop!"

He rolls his eyes. "Hush, I'm checking how deep it is."

"Okay, well- could we at least do this inside?"

"O-Oh, yeah! Duh," Jason laughs, unlocking the door and then helping me through (despite my insistence that I can, indeed, walk on my own). "Sit down on the couch."

"Dude, it's a white couch."

"I think blood stains are in now."

"Notch, you're ridiculous, Jay."

He giggles and then walks over to join me on the couch. "Okay, I've got a bandage and some peroxide so we can make sure you don't get Tetanus-"

"-I won't get Tetanus-"

"-and all that. So, lift up your shirt...?"

"Yeah, whatever," I huff, attempting to tug my shirt off, but I quickly find that raising my arms hurts a lot.

"Stop, Ty, oh Notch," Jason breathes, putting his hand on my arm. "Uh, you know what? I'll just do it for you."

"Just can't keep your hands off me, can you?"

"Sure," he scoffs, but his cheeks are pink. Notch, this boy is innocent. "Okay, just- lift your arms a little bit, and, um, try not to stretch out your torso-"

"Owgh," I hiss.

"Owgh?"

"Shut up, it hurt!"

"So you said 'owgh.'"

"Owgh, it still hurts. Kiss it better?"

Jason blushes again, signaling that I've won our tiny battle. "Whatever, just- hang tight, okay? I'll have it off soon."

I make displeased noises for the entirety of the time that it takes Jason to get my shirt off (it'd be impressive if we were going for dragged out foreplay, but we're not), and Jason sighs in relief when he finally finishes. "O-Okay. That's over with." He looks down at the gash in my side and gags, quickly looking away. "O-Okay! Great, okay. Uh, let's just clean this up real quick."

"I can do that, Jay," I say, taking pity on the poor boy. "It won't be that bad once it's cleaned - I think it was a pretty clear cut."

"I-If you insist," Jason squeaks, thrusting the washcloth at me.

I try not to smile as I take it from him, and then I get to work dabbing at the blood around the cut. I'll admit, it hurts like the Nether, and I know Jason would be gentler than a friggin' hummingbird, but I don't want my friend getting nightmares because I wasn't able to dodge a stupid Frisbee.

"Done," I finally gasp out, gritting my teeth afterward, and Jason smiles apologetically at me before throwing the washcloth all the way across the room and taking out the peroxide.

"Don't you dare just pour that crap on me," I say warningly.

Jason puts his hands up in a defensive position. "Calm down, I'm gonna dab it with the clean washcloth."

"You got two?"

"I got five," he admits sheepishly, and I laugh but then wince when it hurts my torso. "Okay, I'm starting. Ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be," I mumble, grinding my teeth together. "Go ahead."

I groan in pain when the peroxide makes contact, but I force a smile when Jason looks up at me in concern. Finally, after a lot of wincing and fake smiling, he finishes, and then he bandages me up, wrapping the bandages as gently and carefully as though he were wrapping a porcelain doll.

"All done," he sighs.

"White couch? What white couch? I'm not seeing it," I joke.

"Yeah, let's not sit there anymore tonight," Jason laughs awkwardly. "Wanna binge-watch in my room tonight since the couch is out of business?"

"Oh, you just wanted to get me into your bed."

"S-Shut up, Tyler," Jason mumbles, and I laugh.

"Sorry. Uh- mind helping me to your bedroom?"

"Oh, yeah, of course!"

Jason, being the absolute angel that he is, practically carries me to his bedroom. Then he and I fall back onto his galaxy-themed bedsheets, and he laughs as he jumps back up to grab the TV remote.

"You think we missed any of it?" he asks, bouncing back on the bed again and then chuckling apologetically when I wince.

I glance down at my watch. "Nah. We're just in time for the marathon."

"Eep, I can't wait!" he squeals, flicking through channels to get to the one we need. "D'ya think Sheldon and Amy will-"

My watch starts beeping incessantly, and I groan. Now? Seriously? Man, I just got back from a fight. "What's that for?" Jason asks curiously, muting the television and tilting his head.

You know what? Screw it. I said I'd marathon BBT with Jay today, so I'm gonna marathon BBT with Jay today, dang it. My roobootz can exercise their patience.

"Nothing. Just an alarm I set by accident," I laugh, and Jason pauses for half a terrifying moment before grinning and nodding his head understandingly. "Quick, unmute the TV! It's starting!"

"In other news, a warehouse full of robots suspected to belong to the super villain AnTy was discovered today along the edge of the city," the newsman says when Jason starts flicking through channels to entertain himself during a commercial. His eyebrows shoot up when he hears this bit of information, and he puts the remote down.

"Woah, look at that, Ty! Looks like your namesake is having some trouble."

I roll my eyes. "He isn't my namesake. But, yeah, it's weird that he didn't do anything to, like, stop the heroes from finding it." Real weird. Real stupid.

I glance over at Jason, who is still smiling widely as he flicks back to the Big Bang theory.

Dang. It was worth it.