wound : my muse patches and bandages a wound your muse has gotten. (Crimescupid)
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Bucky sighed yet again as he poured a single cap-full of rubbing alcohol onto the gash on Harley’s arm. The blonde was uncharacteristically silent, as if she had run out of words. The silence was taut and heavy between them. It wasn’t as if Bucky was mad- well, he was, he was very angry- but it wasn’t just that. He had been scared out of his mind watching her go down like that. Harley seemed to have grasped that the longer his stony silence went on, which was most likely the reason for her silence now.
“And you’re sure it isn’t a bite?” he asked tightly.
Now it was her turn to sigh, though she merely made a face instead of the sneer she’d directed at him earlier. “Yes. Look at the shape- it’s flat and wide, not round. I’d know if one of ‘em got me. I must’ve caught it on a brick as I fell, or maybe one of them had a knife hangin’ on their belt still.” Bucky gave a nod, reaching for the bandages and wrapping her arm as tightly as he could. The scent of blood was as good as a blaring siren, in this case. Once finished, he gently squeezed her forearm, bringing her hand up to his face briefly.
“Just be careful. Please.”
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