MEDIC : for one muse to show up at the other’s doorstep injured.
@orionin
Another midnight passed as Kit stared at the clock on her bedside table. At this point, this would be night.. Seventeen? That she had watched those numbers signal a new day. It was routine at this point. Stare at the clock, watch it hour by hour, and eventually get up to find a new way to pass the time.
She found herself sitting on the floor of her shared living room, the apartment silent as her roommate was out of town as usual. Another hour or so passed while she was mindlessly scrolling through various social media platforms, laughing with herself at silly cat videos that she would be sure to share with her friends, a very niche love language of hers.
A light knocking at her door pulled her attention from her cellphone, the sound almost hesitant, as if the person on the other side of the door wasn’t sure if knocking had been a good idea. Perplexed, she got up and made her way over and opened the door to find a very familiar face standing there, a timid smile occupying his features.
“Jiho? What the hell– it’s two in the morning.”
“I know, I know. But I knew you’d be awake. Let me in?” Her eyes looked over him, taking notice of him hiding his arm in his jacket. She looked at it skeptically, eventually giving him a nod and stepping aside so she could further open her front door to grant him entrance, locking up behind him.
“Go sit down, tell me what happened. I know you didn’t just miss me this much.” They moved alongside each other and took seats on her couch, and without asking outright, she grabbed the arm he was trying, badly, to keep hidden from her. The sudden action earned a wince from him, though he didn’t pull his arm back. “What did you do..” Kit grumbled, removing the jacket draped over his arm to see a large, yet not deep, cut along the side of his forearm. The sight earned a sigh from her, and then a smile. “You are so stupid. You’re lucky it’s shallow, or else you’d need stitches.”
“I know.. I just scraped it against the counter while closing up the bar, and I drank a little.. So I didn’t want to fix it myself. And you were close.” As they spoke, she maneuvered around her apartment to gather a few first aid supplies.
“Mhm.. If you wanted to see me you could've just said so. I could’ve come by before the bar closed.”
“What’s the fun in that when I could just get hurt instead?”Taking her previous spot next to him, she began to dress his scrape, a smile staying laid on her lips in the comfortable atmosphere between the two of them.
“What’s the fun in that when I could just get hurt instead?” She clicked her tongue at his response, focusing on her task. Once it was done and his arm was gently wrapped, the two of them both relaxed back against the couch and shared eye contact for a moment, a single thought being vocalized by them simultaneously.
