Summary: You get wounded in a heist. Your girlfriends—particularly Lou—do not take it well.
Warnings/Notes: None! We all agree Lou is secretly a big softie right?
Word Count: 1317
“I’m really not–Ow!” You yelped in pain as the car hit a bump, throwing you into the wall. You tightened your grip on your bleeding arm, holding the rags down harder. “Jeez, Deb. I’m not going to die, but you might kill me.”
That made Lou laugh. She held you down better on the seat, holding another rag to the wound on your forehead. “Debbie, slow down.”
“No. We have to get you back home. You got banged up pretty badly.”
“You’re driving like I’m actively passing away–Lou!” You gasped again as the pressure on your head increased. “Easy…”
“Sorry,” Lou sighed. “You are bleeding a bit, though.”
You winced, squirming to try and get out of her grip but she didn’t budge. “Yeah. Well, getting tackled by a security guard will do that to you.”
“For what it’s worth, you were a wonderful distraction.”
“Thanks, Lou.”
The blonde woman just smirked, then reached out to wipe a stray droplet of blood from your forehead. “We’ll have Nine Ball hack the system, make sure you aren’t banned from there forever. I’m sure she can delete the tapes just fine.”
“Like I’m ever going back to that casino.”
The old theater where Lou and the others made their home was coming into view. Well, the others weren’t there right now. Debbie had split the group into 3 and each of you were running your own heists across the country at 3 different casinos. It was risky, but so was everything Debbie planned.
But it certainly paid off. Lou read aloud the texts from the other girls, all confirming their successes. They should all be back within the next day or two. Though the three of you were looking forward to your time alone to relax.
“Downstairs bathroom?” Lou kicked the door open with her foot.
“No, my papers are in there. How about the kitchen?”
“What, are we going to butcher her?”
“Lou.”
Debbie reached in from the other side for your uninjured hand. Lou scooted behind you, the two of them carefully getting you out of the car.
“Careful, ankle.” You gritted your teeth as you fell into Debbie’s shoulder.
“Is there any part of you that doesn’t hurt?” Lou picked you up carefully. You grabbed onto her neck as best as you could.
“My elbow?”
“Surprised that’s not bruised.” Debbie pushed open the door and you were brought inside.
Lou sat you down on the island, forcefully leaning you back against a pole. Debbie darted around the house, gathering what medical supplies she could scrounge up; some bandages, medicine, rags and towels, and some ice.
Together, the two of them patched you up as best as they could. Your bleeding wounds were wrapped, your bruises iced, and your sore limbs resting in bed.
You had to admit… it felt nice to be pampered like this. Usually you were the one doing the pampering.
You drifted off to sleep, but woke up sometime later to soft arguing from the hall outside your bedroom. You frowned, looking around with a start. This wasn’t your room… this was Lou’s room. Why were you…?
“Lou, I need you to relax,” Debbie’s calm voice sounded from the hallway, exasperated. “She’s going to be fine. I know she has a bunch of injuries and shit, but there’s nothing bad enough to really cause her any harm.”
“Yeah? You were pretty sure there was earlier.” Lou sounded bitter and unusually stressed. “How do we know? I mean, it’s not like we can bring her to a hospital and tell them what happened.”
“She doesn’t need a hospital.”
“But what if she does?” Lou’s voice thinned, close to breaking. “What if she does and we don’t know it? She could have… internal bleeding! Or a concussion! Or something even worse!”
“There’s not much worse than internal bleeding.”
“Which we don’t know if she has!”
“Lou,” Debbie sighed. “She doesn’t have internal bleeding, nobody gets that from being punched by a security guard. We both looked over her wounds and I texted Tammy, she’s going to be fine.”
Lou grew quiet. You could imagine her sulking, or perhaps pacing worriedly, or both. Which was strange. She never got this worked up about things, only when she was really upset.
“What’s gotten into you?” Debbie finally asked. “You’re acting like she got shot in the heart.”
The other woman sighed. “…I’ve never seen her like this.” She finally admitted. “It’s always us getting hurt, and her taking care of us. It’s never this way, it shouldn’t be this way. It’s wrong seeing her hurt and I hate it.”
“Lou…” Debbie murmured softly. They stopped talking after that.
You were about to fall back asleep when the door opened.
“You woke her up.” Lou muttered.
Debbie scoffed. “I didn’t. You did.”
“I was awake,” you replied weakly, lifting your head. Your body really started to hurt now that you were in bed and the adrenaline was gone. You stared longingly at the medication on the nightstand.
Reading your mind, Lou grabbed the pills and a bottle of water. She slipped them into your mouth and held the bottle so you could drink. Then, very gently, she wiped away whatever dribbled down your chin.
“How are you feeling?” Debbie sat down beside you. Before you could answer, she looked over at Lou. “Go get some more ice.”
With the blonde gone, you sighed and laid your head on her thigh. “Honestly? I feel like shit.” You murmured. “I forgot how much it hurts to get beat up.”
“Yeah… It happens to everyone eventually.” Debbie carded her fingers through your hair and laughed. “You’ve really got Lou worked up.”
“I heard. I didn’t know she cared that much…” you murmured, feeling guilty.
“She doesn’t like showing it. But deep down, she’s a big softie.” Debbie chuckled. “She’d probably massage your feet if you asked her.”
You shook your head, though not without smirking at the thought. “No… I just want her to calm down. I’m not even dealing with it and it’s driving me crazy.”
“What is?” Lou suddenly appeared in the doorway, holding multiple ice packs and a warm rice bag. “I got all the ice I could find since some of it is re-freezing. And then I got this warm thing too for your neck.”
“Lou-“ you couldn’t even finish your sentence as Lou suddenly drowned you in just about everything she could find. When you shivered, she frowned and pulled some off. “Lou, stop.”
“But, wait until you see this, I-“
You grabbed her hand and gave it as hard of a tug as you could muster, which wasn’t much.
She frowned and looked at you, then at Debbie, and then back at you.
“Relax,” you breathed. “I’m fine, Lou, really. I’m going to be fine.”
“I know, I’m just worried.”
Debbie helped you pull Lou down onto the bed. “You don’t have to be worried. She told you she’s fine, I told you she’s fine; she’s going to be fine.”
Lou pouted, though there was a softer, almost scared look in her eyes. The thought of you not being fine terrified her.
“I didn’t know you were such a softie,” you smiled, tugging the collar of her shirt weakly.
“...‘m not a softie,” Lou mumbled into your hair. She carefully laid down so she didn’t hurt you, playing with your hand and warming your side with her body. “I’m just worried.”
“You don’t have to be.” You shook your head. “I’m okay.”
Lou sighed before nuzzling your cheek. She kissed your temple and Debbie kissed your other, both women settling around you.
“You should get some rest,” Debbie murmured softly to the both of you.
“Only if you do too,” you smiled sleepily, eyes fluttering closed. “I want you both here.”
The other women exchanged a glance before settling down on either side of you.
