CW | Wounds, pain, not any description on tending wound, fluffy ending
Lori hissed as she lays back on the bed of the motel, grimacing as the gash on her sides shot up pain throughout her body. She could hear Charlie rummaging around in her bags for the emergency aid kit and her anxiety talk but Lori couldn’t process it as her brain pounded against her skull. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.” Charlie was suddenly next to her, hearing wrappers and other medical supplies fall near Lori, but she didn’t pay attention to it as she tried to remember to breath.
“It’s okay,” Lori breaths, hissing as Charlie lifts her shirt enough to reveal the cuts. “How is it, doc?” Charlie was quiet for longer than Lori would’ve liked and she lifted her head to look at the other woman, Charlie’s eyes wide as she stares at the ripped skin. “Charlie,” Her eyes snapped up to look into Lori’s hazel’s ones. “Please, focus. Do you know how to do this?”
“Oh, uh- yes.” Charlie stuttered.
“Good. Don’t worry how I will be, just worry about stopping the bleeding and stitching.” Lori softened her gaze as best she could and placed her hand on Charlie’s forearm. “You got this,”
Charlie nodded and couldn’t turn her gaze away from how intense Lori’s gaze was. “I got this.” She whispered and started tending the wounds.
Lori groans and cursed as Charlie worked, Lori could hear her apologizing at every groan of pain that slipped through Lori's lips, but after an agonizing amount of minutes. Charlie finished and wrapped a band-aid around Lori's waist. "See? Not so bad. You did good." Lori praised her in hope to make Charlie feel better, a tired smile on Lori's face as she looked up to Charlie. But instead a deep frown and a defeated look on her face, which didn't lift at Lori's words.
"Yeah, not bad. I didn't just almost kill my girlfriend." Charlie mutters. Lori frowns and adjusts herself slowly to sit up, hissing at the shot of pain that followed at the movement.
"Hey, look at me." Charlie didn't lift her gaze as she started cleaning up. "Look at me." Lori placed her hand on Charlie's forearm again and that lifted her gaze to look into Lori's. "This is part of the job, I have had so much worse, this is nothing and I'll survive."
Charlie breathed a laugh and shook her head. "I should've been-"
"Hey, we're not going to play that game." Lori interrupt sharply, Charlie eyes widen slightly at her tone. "Can we be glad we're alive and another fucker like that werewolf is gone? This is nothing I can't handle. Now I'm the one more injured, and you need to listen to my request and come cuddle with me."
Charlie seemed to not want to argue the point anymore and nodded, finishing up cleaning all the medical supplies, throwing away anything bloody and putting the rest away. She then helped Lori change out of her bloody clothing down to her underwear. Putting on a warm sweater Lori had packed and pajama bottoms.
While Charlie changed into her own comfy clothes, Lori took that time to find any wounds on Charlie. Running her hand along Charlie's soft skin, but only finding minor cuts and some major bruising. But otherwise both of them were okay.
Lori crawled into bed and when Charlie joined her, Lori immediately curled herself around her girlfriend. Burying her face into her chest. Charlie put on a movie she knew Lori enjoyed.
She looked down to her girlfriend and smiled as Lori eyes were drooping as she watched the screen, practically purring as Charlie runs her hand through her black hair. She pressed a kiss on her forehead, muttering against her skin. "Feel better?"
Sam definitely tells Lori how Dean had to flirt with a guy through Charlie since Charlie couldn't, and Dean basically just jumped into doing it without a second thought. This is basically her reaction.
