Blood Drive

Cyrn had been attempting to persuade Ezra all day to donate some blood after hearing the news. He wasn't a huge fan of needles and knew his lover was even worse than him around the idea of them, but he felt they both had to do something to help, even if it was as little as donating. After some back and forth, Ezra relented and agreed, with the terms that they go get something to eat or drink afterwards. 

And that brings us to the waiting room of the blood bank. Ezra had been in for quite a while and Cyrn was starting to worry that they may have passed out or something. He leaned forwards on the chair, bringing his hand down to pet Hiraeth, his Mamoo and Cariad, Ezra's Furdin, who were cuddled up to one another under his seat.

The lights in here were bright and were harsh on his eyes; it was loud too. It seemed like everyone had the same idea and there were a bunch of dolls and buns alike coming and going, talking amongst each other about various things; but the most notable thing was theories about the recent disappearances and most of all, Oleander’s death. 

He sighed and leaned back; head perking to the sounds of doors opening. Over the small crowd of people, he saw Ezra being led out of a side room with Satin holding their arm. Cyrn stood up.

“They're okay! Just a little woozy, his veins were being a little awkward and jumping all around the place.” Satin handed Ezra over to the Envy doll. Ezra looked miserable.

“I was a living pin cushion.” They grumbled, holding onto Cyrn and sitting down. They gently picked up Cariad and held her close, sighing. 

Cyrn looked down at the hot mess he called his lover and chuckled softly.

“Get your bearings and we'll head to The Rabbit Hole or Dan's place, okay? Get you a drink or something sweet.” He stroked the top of Ezra's head and looked over at Satin, mouthing a thank you as she scurried off to help the next person.

“Come on, then. Let's get you something to eat; careful-” Cyrn held onto Ezra as they stood up, swaying a little. 

Ezra looked down at their arm and huffed. Plasters here and there from where they'd tried to catch a vein, but failed. 

“Yeah.. yeah. Let's get out of here.”

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During the walk, Ezra had to keep stopping to lean against a wall; his head spinning as lightheadedness hit him like a truck. They really should have brought something themselves, that way it probably would have been a little easier. Either way, Dan's Dango was right around the corner.

“Can I get 2 skewers of strawberry dango?” Cyrn asked after getting Ezra sat down at a table and heading over to the counter. Dan looked at him, and then over at Ezra.

“Blood donation?” Dan asked as he prepped the snack. Cyrn nodded silently and looked over at Ezra who had rested their head on their arms and was groaning. Dan huffed a laugh. 

“I suppose he doesn't do well with needles? Did you get yours done too?”

“Mm? Oh, yeah. I had mine done yesterday; It's taken me all day to convince them to do it too.”

“It's good though, they need all the help they can get.” Dan put the dango on the counter as Cyrn hummed, nodding as he went into his cloak pockets and pulled out a pouch, handing it over.

“There should be 200 in there.” Dan just waved him off, cleaning the surface of rice flour and syrup with a wet cloth.

“Don't worry about it. Think of it as a treat for helping the community.” 

Cyrn’s eyebrows furrowed a little.

“Well, take it as a tip nonetheless.” He smiled and put the pouch down, taking the dango over to Ezra.

“Hey, love. Here, have something to eat. It'll help you feel less blegh. Alright?” He sat down and offered one to his lover, who just groaned at him, bringing his plastered hand up to take hold of the skewer. 

“I know I'm being dramatic right now, but I genuinely feel like I've been drained of my life source.” They mumbled, bringing the dango to their mouth and biting off a chunk. This earned another huffed laugh from behind the counter.

“You could always rest with Shibani in the back.” Dan piped up, pointing his thumb in the direction of the Pillow Pile. “There's a few others with him back there who've also just donated.” Cyrn looked over at Dan and then back down at Ezra.

“Why don't you go rest, dear. I'll be here when you wake, I'll probably help Dan with some stuff-” He paused and looked over at Dan. “If you want or need help, that is?”

Dan shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest. “I'm not going to refuse a helping hand.” 

The Envy doll stood up, grunting as his knees popped and helped Ezra up, leading him into the back where Shibani’s pillow pile was located. He kissed Ezra on the forehead, watching him lie down and ‘disappear’ into the pile as if it had just absorbed them, with Cariad and Hiraeth curling into them. 

He shook his head in amusement and left, moving back into the shop to help Dan with whatever he needed help with.