#missa just like oopsie broke some bones I should pop them back in in the morning

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It is late when Missa returns home. Philza is half-awake, determined to stay up but exhausted from the day. He tries to call out that there is food still on the side for his husband, but the laughed reply implies it came out of garbled nonsense instead. He listens to Missa shuffling around the house, getting ready for bed, and has little to do to prepare himself for sleep.

Maybe five or ten minutes pass before Missa slips into bed. Philza reaches up and takes his hand, twining their fingers together.

Or he would, but something is wrong.

The bones of Missa's hand are jagged and uneven, sharp and he can feel coarse string around them.

All sleep fleeing, Philza shoots up. He does not bother faffing about with the lamp, instead grabbing a torch from beside him. Quickly it is lit and on the wall.

"Phil? What's wrong?"

Missa's head is tilted to the side in genuine confusion.

Philza looks down at their hands, still intertwined. It is worse than he had thought; two of the joints are missing entirely, while the other bones are crooked and splintered. Even the bones of Missa's palm are broken, snapped in half and seemingly hurriedly tied together. The carpals are mostly intact, at least, one with a massive crack running through it but structurally sound.

"Missa," Philza whines ever so slightly on the name. "What happened?"

"It's nothing! It's nothing!" Missa waves his free hand about. "Roier will fix it in the morning, yes? You sleep."

"You hand is broken, Missa, I'm not just leaving that," Philza runs his fingers over the breaks, assessing them. "Doesn't it hurt?"

"Feels funny, but I don't have, um, nervios. In my hand. It cannot hurt."

Philza thinks the tone is supposed to be reassuring, as is the news. It absolutely is anything but - who knows how bad the damage could possibly be, if Missa no longer had nerves to feel it?

"Sit there," Philza squeezes the hand, then Missa's shoulder. "Do you have the missing pieces? We can sort this out tonight. I'm not leaving you with a broken hand overnight."

"Are you sure it's not-? I just dropped a block, it doesn't hurt, it's okay!"

A little too tired to work out if Missa is starting to panic or not, Philza shuts him up with a forehead kiss. Seeing the blush turn his husband into a stuttering mess, he squeezes his shoulder again, "I'm not going to sleep if I know you're hurt. What do you need?"

"... Bone soup?"

Missa looks a little hopeful at the question. Philza, knowing some from Chayanne is still warm on the stove, smiles, "bone soup, bandages, tape, and you are taking a health potion after."

When Missa tries to object, Philza puts a finger on his lips and raises an eyebrow. Once he is sure the message is received he removes it, before darting off to find everything.

Nothing is difficult to find - Philza makes sure emergency supplies are always to hand - but it is still in the bunker. One of their many first aid kits is tucked under his usual chair - he grabs it, and also a roll of reinforced tape kept atop the pile of chests for when furniture inevitably breaks. Considering Missa's fingers like furniture is an awful thing, but Philza does not trust anyone in the family to ever keep still.

Quietly, making sure not to wake his children, he then slips into the kitchen. Sure enough, Missa had missed the food left out for him - Philza quickly plates it up, turns off the stove, and leaves cleaning the pans for the morning.

With a whispered "good night Chayanne, good night Tallulah", he heads back upstairs and to his shared bed. Missa is still exactly where he was left, looking only slightly nervous.

"Chayanne left it out for you."

Philza passes the soup to Missa's good hand, and puts the other supplies on the bed, before dragging himself over.

"He is a good child," Missa agrees.

Philza's smile is his agreement, though it falls into a frown as he remembers why he is awake. "You eat and explain, I'll sort this out. Do you just need them stabalised, or is there anything else I should do?"

Missa shakes his head, balancing the soup on his lap while he digs the missing bones from his pocket, "you don't need to! But, the magic will fix it in a few days."

"And with a potion?"

"It doesn't hurt?"

Philza tries not to scream at how just because there isn't pain doesn't mean this isn't serious. Like the adult he is he takes a deep breath, and nods, "I'll be gentle."

"I won't feel it if you aren't."

He will be anyway.

As Missa describes working on his theme park - the cause of the injury is simple enough, Missa having simply slipped and dropped one of the iron support beams over, landing on the hand he caught himself with - Philza gets to work. He tests the tape on his own skin - uncomfortable, but not painful either to leave there or remove - before applying it to Missa's bones.

First, he tapes over where bones are simply cracked, hopefully preventing things from getting worse. Then, he starts undoing the ties Missa had clearly made one handed, and without aligning things first.

As he cracks a piece of splintered bone back into place, Missa yelps. Philza immediately stops, checking on him.

"It's okay, it's okay," Missa waves the spoon this time. "Doesn't hurt, just the noise."

Philza doesn't quite believe him, but nods anyway, "definitely sounds worse without flesh to muffle it. Am I good to continue?"

Missa looks a little surprised to be asked, but nods. "It's good soup. I'll try be awake to thank Chayanne."

"If he manages to wake up," Philza tries to joke, but his focus on the bones is intense. A small chip is missing from one, seemingly having slipped out of the tie. It really is only a tiny chip, but he pours a little of the splash potion directly on that break before taping it up. He doesn't know if it will help, but he'd rather try than not.

Reattaching the two joints that had been entirely removed proves both easiest and hardest. He has to line everything up correctly - at one point he borrows Missa's other hand to compare - but once that is done the magic tethers them into place. The connections are still much weaker than the ones between the other bones in Missa's bands, but it is enough to hold them still and in place.

Philza tapes them both in place, just to be sure.

Then, he glances up. Missa is done with the soup and now watching him, the bowl set aside. Seeing that there is no longer a threat of burns, and finding no more injuries, Philza brings up Missa's hand, and kisses one of the breaks.

Immediately Missa pulls his hand away, eyes blinking rapidly, "Philza! What are you doing?"

"Kissing them better."

"Oh..." there's a pause before Missa offers back his hand, shyly this time. "This is so much, too much, you don't need to. This is enough."

"Do you want me to stop?" Philza asks, voice dropping quieter.

"... No."

Missa's reply is but a whisper hidden in a blush.

Carefully, Philza kisses each of the other injuries in turn, before taking the potion. He pours the rest of it over Missa's hand, catching the excess on a bandage he then wraps it with.

And then, wraps a dry bandage around, cushioning the fragile bones from any further knocks.

"There," he says. "All safe, now. I'll change the bandages in the morning and see how its doing."

Missa leans forward, resting his forehead on Philza's shoulder, "I don't deserve you."

Philza reaches up and holds him, "there's nobody I'd rather raise my children with."

Missa doesn't reply, but Philza can hear the doubt in the silence, and remembers the mutterings of 'clumsy, idiot, stupid' he sees on the translator from time to time. He holds his husband a little tighter and says, "why don't we get some sleep?"

There's a hesitation before Missa nods.

"... Do you want me to tell you a story instead?" It's half a joke, but Philza is perfectly willing. Without waiting for an answer he begins. "Back in the days of the Empire, there was a dragon who lived on the moon..."

#qsmp fanfic #qsmp missasinfonia #qsmp philza #hurt/comfort #fluff #qsmp au #part of my missa lich au but like that's not super important just that missa has skeleton hands #in this fic they are qpps #if its shipping or not I leave to your definition of words tbh #they can love each other without needing to define it #tags what are tags #missa just like oopsie broke some bones I should pop them back in in the morning #and forgets that broken bones are something people worry about #then maybe has a bit of an internal breakdown about the idea he's worth caring about