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i'm functionally immortal except for when i get stabbed in an alleyway

Summary:

("Ranboo, chill," Techno pauses. "Well, as much as you can after gettin' stabbed." He jokes. "I'm the dude in the Philza hoodie."

Silence. "Ranboo?"

"Yeah.. I'm here." Ranboo pants, letting out a pained groan. "I- You.. Okay, just- You know what I look like?"

"Yeah." Techno reached the area. "Why?" Okay, Techno, dumb choice of words, you moron. Ranboo's bleeding out, not the best thing to say.)

or: whumptober 2021 day 19, bitten | bleeding | stabbing

Notes:

so is the fact that both ranboo and techno live in america an excuse to make irl peerpressureduo content? maybe

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Work Text:

(Ring, ring.. Ring, ring..)

"Hey Ranboo, 's there a reason you called?" Techno drawls, pressing escape on the computer. "I mean-"

"Uh, I- I didn't know- I didn't know who to call who was in my area," Ranboo's voice is breathy, and he's gasping. Techno can hear him running, sneakers on concrete. "I- If you're not free, uh, I can-"

Technoblade sits up straighter, frowning. "Ranboo, hol' on, what- dude, what's happenin'? I- Dude, are you okay?"

"N-Not really, I-"

"What happened?" Techno asks, already standing up. "Do you need me to help? Call someone?"

"I-" Ranboo hisses a breath in through his teeth. "Ow. I- stabbed. Got stabbed. Don't call the ambulance. Can't go to hospital."

"Where are you?" Techno grabs his keys, shrugging on a coat. "I'll come and pick you up."

"If it's inconvenient-"

"Ranboo, you're fucking bleedin' out," Techno interrupts, turning his car on. "It's not inconvenient, just tell me where you are."

Honestly, Techno had no clue why he was so calm. If it were Phil, he'd be freaking out, but he wasn't as close to Ranboo as he was to Phil. That didn't mean he wouldn't help Ranboo, though.

Just that until he was safe, Techno's emotions wouldn't kick in.

"I- I'm at, uh.." Ranboo listed the address, and Techno hums. He knew where Ranboo was. "I- It's bleeding a lot. Wh-What do I do?"

Techno's mind flashes back to his first-aid classes. "Put pressure on it, and stay on the phone with me. I'll be there soon."

"O-Okay," Ranboo's voice is fainter, and Techno can hear clothes rustle. "Sorry, I- I'm- Didn't- Thank you for-"

"Ranboo, chill," Techno pauses. "Well, as much as you can after gettin' stabbed." He jokes. "I'm the dude in the Philza hoodie."

Silence. "Ranboo?"

"Yeah.. I'm here." Ranboo pants, letting out a pained groan. "I- You.. Okay, just- You know what I look like?"

"Yeah." Techno reached the area. "Why?" Okay, Techno, dumb choice of words, you moron. Ranboo's bleeding out, not the best thing to say.

"I.. Some things.. uh- changed. I'll- I'll tell you more later." Ranboo gasped out, and Techno hurries. He can finally see Ranboo, slumped against the wall. This wasn't a busy alleyway, so nobody was really around.

A fluffy curtain of hair shifts, and Techno can see Ranboo's face. "T..Techno?" His voice comes in both through the call and in real life. Techno ends the call, and kneels down to where Ranboo was sitting on the ground.

"Hey." Techno pushed up his glasses, frowning. "Ranboo, seriously, you need to stop gettin' stabbed."

Ranboo smiles weakly up at him. "Thanks.. Thanks for coming." He shifts to try and get up, and Techno's heart lurches as the teenager falls back down, instinctively cover his mouth, even with the mask on.

The white part of the mask stains red.

"Ow." Ranboo croaks, groaning. "Fuck."

"Okay, uh, Ranboo, don't get up." Techno shakes himself out of his reverie. "Uh, fuck. I have bandages, and also, like antiseptic, but- fuck, how am I supposed to do this?" He mutters partially to himself.

"You- uh-" Ranboo winces. "Make sure there's nothing inside the wound, but then-" another cough. "Then you use the antiseptic to wipe it, then bandage it by w-wrapping it around."

"Right." Techno nods, then hesitates. "This is gonna be really weird, are- you sure you don't want me to call an ambulance?"

"Yes." Ranboo mutters tightly. "Yes, definitely, I- There's too much... Uh- Well, there's this thing, and-" Ranboo tenses. "Just. No."

"Alright," Techno accepts, eyebrows furrowed. Why, though? "I'm goin' to need ya to take your jacket off the stab wound, 'kay?"

"Sorry." Ranboo croaks, but does so, and rolls up his shirt.

Technoblade almost loses his grip on the antiseptic bottle. "What the fuck," He hisses, eyes flicking up to Ranboo's, who looked apologetic. "Why the fuck- How?"

"I have- No idea." Ranboo groans. "You- Just- I'll tell you later."

Breathing out through his teeth, Techno swears under his breath, sweeping his shoulder-length brown hair back. "You'd better," He mutters. "This is gonna hurt."

"Think we got past that a while back," Ranboo grits his teeth as Techno swabs the area with antiseptic. "Started happening like- 19 days ago."

"Fuckin'- Okay, Ranboo, just- Can you hold yourself up for like 10 seconds?" Techno asks, using a hair tie to hold the rolled up shirt in place. It was only down to his stomach, where the stab wound was.

Ranboo flinches, but does so. Techno raises an eyebrow, but doesn't say anything, wrapping the bandages around the teenager, hissing through his teeth at the back of him. "Ranboo, what the fuck?!"

"Don't." Ranboo raises a hand weakly, before slumping back down. "Just- I'll explain. Later." His breath hitches, and he chokes, bringing a hand to his neck. "Ow." His voice came out as a wheeze, and Techno raised an eyebrow.

"What's happenin'?"

Tilting his head back, exposing his neck, Ranboo groans in pain. "I- choked-?"

Technoblade watches in amazement as a red hand-shaped mark forms around the teenager's throat in a time that wasn't humanely possible. "What the fuck?"

Ranboo brings up his hands, wincing. Do you sign?

Techno pauses. Yes, it had been one of his hyperfixations, but- yes, no lots

This has been happening a lot, these injuries randomly appearing, Techno can interpret Ranboo says. The stab was new.

Need to get home? Techno asks, slowly. Drive? My home?

A two, and then an affirmation. So Ranboo needed Techno to take him to Techno's place. Alright, Techno could do that, he could do that, and then once Ranboo was safe he'd demand answers because what the fuck.

"Can you speak?" Techno demands, a bit harshly, but that was fine, he'd just seen something unexplainable in the real world, so- Ranboo shakes his head.

Techno sighs. "I'm gonna pick you up, Ranboo, and take you home. Okay?"

Ranboo nods. Technoblade picks the tall lanky American up, noting at how he was surprisingly light. Holding Ranboo over his shoulder, Techno opens his car, seating the teenager in the passenger seat.

On the drive home (he makes sure not to jostle Ranboo), Technoblade contemplates life. What the fuck had that been? On the way, at some point, Ranboo regains the ability to talk, and apologises profusely.

Techno hums in response. "It's cool, Ranboo, but what the fuck?"

Ranboo shrugs in response. "I don't know. It started happening 19 days ago. It's- It's uh- I didn't- This one was bad."

Letting out a breath through his teeth, Techno exhales. "Alright. Okay. This is. Fine! This is all fine, this is-"

"Breathe, Techno," Ranboo reminds him softly, and Technoblade does not want to breathe, he wants to shout, but he does so anyway, because there's no use having a panic attack, especially while driving. "I had the same, you know, reaction, but- like- Hm. It's- Yeah."

"So am I the only one who knows what's goin' on?" Techno inquires, grip on the steering wheel tight. Now he wouldn't say Ranboo and him were close, but this- this seemed pretty bad, not gonna lie. "And you said being stabbed was bad, what was everythin' else like?"

"Various scars, although I also got burnt on my whole back once, that was like.. the 11th day." Ranboo exhales. "I don't know what the hell this thing is, I'm- I'm sorry, but-"

"Kid," Technoblade pauses. "What? I have never called someone kid in my life, why'd I say that?"

"That's the other thing!" Ranboo blurts out, sitting straighter. "I've been saying things I don't say, or like, I only say when I'm streaming or something."

"Huh." Techno pulls up in his driveway, turning off the car. "We're here, get out-" Then he turns to Ranboo, and swears. "Fuck. Get a tissue, don't bleed all over my car, thanks." He jokes.

Ranboo, hand to his nose, which is now bleeding, gives him a thumbs up, grabbing a tissue and hobbling out. "Uh- It's kinda painful to walk, Techno." The teenager reminds the older.

"Oh. Oh yeah," Techno mutters, returning back. "Lean on me if you need to?"

"Thanks," Ranboo leans on Techno's shoulder, and smiles. "Nice hair?" He compliments, although it sounds like a question, hobbling towards the house door.

Techno blinks, bringing his hair in front of his face, and he stops. The ends were being tinged pink, and the pink crept up as he watched. "Shiiit.."

"What's wrong?" Ranboo asks, furrowing his eyebrows, before peering closer at his hair, and his eyes widen. "Ah. Uhm. That's. Something."

"You don't say," Techno mutters, letting go of his hair. "Come on. Into the house. Tell me things. Like what the hell is happenin'."

"You don't usually swear." Ranboo remarks, and Technoblade chuckles.

"I don't usually swear on stream," He corrects, opening the door. "And I don't usually call you off stream, either, but you've just been stabbed, and I'm turning into a pinkette, I don't think this situatio' is pretty usual."

"Fair." Ranboo hobbles into the house, and hums. "Nice house, by the way."

"Thanks?" Techno chances, not really knowing what to say. Or what this whole situation has been, even. “It’s my dad’s, but he’s out for the month and my sister’s at my moms.”

Ranboo hums, moving slowly. Technoblade supports him, and they move to the living room. "Before I forget, do you need like, uh, water or somethin'? I- Haven't had like, many people over, so, I don't-"

"It's fine, thanks." Ranboo smiles. Techno nods, setting him down on a couch. "Uh, you said you wanted to talk about things?"

Technoblade surveys the teenager, and purses his lips, handing him a tissue box. "Yep." He steeples his fingers and sighs. "What the hell?"

Okay. Okay. This was fine! This was a-okay. This was-

This wasn’t fine. Ranboo had called Techno on impulse. He’d been bleeding out, for god’s sake. And then Techno had found his menagerie of scars and wounds that somehow, across the span of October, had gotten.

Which was. Something. Yes, very well done, Ranboo, so eloquent. Good, good job. Now your next job is to not break down in your not-so-close friend's living room.

"You're- You're going to have to like, be a bit more specific," Ranboo smiles awkwardly. "Like, uh, a bit of a better question...?" He trails off, fidgeting.

Techno nods, and his brown eyes narrow as he leans forward. "When did this start happenin'?"

"19 days ago.. Well, this is the 19th day."

"Did you tell anyone else about this, or have you tried to deal with it on your own." Techno tried to keep the disapproving tone of his voice out, but it wasn't quite effective. "Sorry."

Ranboo shrugs. "It's okay, and, no I haven't- I haven't told anyone, I was- I was fine." Ah, shit. Attack of the panic coming around, maybe? Probably.

"What changed?"

"Uh-" Yeah, that was definitely a panic attack.

"Do you-“ Ranboo’s breath hitched. He couldn’t go back home, he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t break down like this either, he can’t, not in front of Techno, he’d do something probably and- “Do you have a bathroom?”

Techno furrows his eyebrows. “What kinda question is that? Of course we do, second door on the left.” A pause. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I just really don’t-“ Ranboo, don’t say everything, don’t do it- “Don’t want to break down in your living room.”

“Dude, how rude, havin’ a panic attack, like, in my livin’ room.” Technoblade drawls, before pausing as Ranboo nods, taking a deep breath, trying to get his breathing under control. “Wait, you were serious?”

“Yes,” Ranboo chokes out. “I-I’m s-sorry, I-“

“Breathe,” Techno interrupts, trying to stay calm. He slowly gets up and walks over to Ranboo, who’s breathing is irregular and quick, hands digging into his thighs. "Hey, Ranboo, I was kiddin' about the longue room thin', it's not- it's no problem, you uh- gotta breathe though, not gonna lie."

A chuckle, sort of, slips out of Ranboo's lips. "I- I'm, just- I'll be okay, just-"

"You also might want to, like, uh, stop doin' that thing with your fingernails, it's gonna leave a mark, I think?" Techno hesitates. Despite having studied for psychology for like 3 years, he'd never had the experience of practicing it. "Do you need me to do anythin'?"

Ranboo grits his teeth. "I- I don't know, you- Whatever you want to do, I- It's fine, it's fine-"

just a scratch.

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Notes:

_so has everyone got any theories_