Sebastian walked around the room until his leg hit something on the floor. He paused and looked down. It certainly was Dylan. He was confused as to what was happening.
"Dylan, is that you?" he asked, bending down to the level of the blanket.
Dylan, still whimpering from the hard fall, couldn't respond properly.
Sebastian quickly pulled the blanket away from his face, and he was surprised by what he saw.
"Fuck… how did this happen?" he asked, his brows furrowing as he helped him up, one hand supporting him as he carried him off the ground.
Sebastian moved quickly to the fridge, took out some ice, and wrapped it in a small towel to make a cold compress.
Dylan watched everything through the haze of pain. There was a visible redness on his forehead, and from rubbing it too much after the fall, it had already started to swell.
His legs ached in certain places too.
Sebastian returned and gently placed the cold compress on the swollen spot.
