"For fucks sake." Dabi muttered under his breath, the foul language coming out before he could muster up any care to censor himself.

He shouldn't be surprised. This environment isn't the most sterile one and he can't assume that you have a very strong immune system. Your skin looks dry, a bit pale, your temperature's off, either runny or stuffy nose depending on the hour. He's exhausted, taking care of this.

But it's his job, he supposes. "Bear with me here, kid." Dabi pressed you into the current base's couch. He'll steal some more Contac when he goes to the store. That'll at least knock you out.

There's always cold water or a few slightly stale crackers for you on the table beside the couch. You aren't allowed to go anywhere like this. He needs you better as soon as possible. He needs to start tagging along on missions again. Dabi isn't going to do that if you're unwell. He won't leave you.

You won't feel abandoned.