Drabble meme || Accepting
“nurse me” - a drabble about my character healing yours
“I told you not to come.” She pointed out, trying to keep her tone even as she dabbed at the cut over his eye, the worry slipping out despite her efforts.
“So you would have been the one driving, that’s the better option here.” He groused, his eyes closed as she cleaned the cut.
“At least only one of us would be hurt.”
His eyes opened, scanning her as though he hadn’t already the moment they’d climbed out of the now-unusable truck that had fallen into one of Trikru’s spiked pits. “You’re hurt?”
She tilted his head back up. “Close your eyes, I’m fine.” She instructed, retuning to the blood until she could inspect the cut. “I don’t think they’ll need stitches. I’ve got the first aid kit in the back of the truck, give me a second.” He grabbed her hand, argument in his eyes, and she lifted his hand to her lips to kiss it. “I’m fine, I need to get the butterfly bandages.” She pulled away before he could voice his argument and went back to the truck, trying not to rub her shoulder on the way there. She may have sprained it- the back of the truck didn’t have seat belts, and when the truck had pitched forward it had thrown her toward the divider between the front and back of the truck- but it was hard to tell, and nothing that couldn’t wait until she’d fix that head wound of his.
She slowly lowered herself into the angled truck bed, trying to figure out how best to do it, when strong fingers wrapped around hers, making her look up into the smiling eyes of Bellamy. “I’ve got you.” He said softly, and she let herself slide down more freely with him keeping her from falling, knowing his hand would still be there to pull her back up when she’d grabbed the little white tool box. She grabbed it, and handed it up to him, waiting for him to set it aside and reach back down for her before reaching up with her good arm to let him help her finagle her way back up out of the truck.
She’d heard him call for the others on the radio, and she knew they’d be coming soon, but until then she set him back at the tree a few yards away from the ditch and it’s truck prisoner, having to clean the blood away again before bandaging the wound. “There. You’ll be good as new in a few days. Now the ankle.”
“Hm?” He looked surprised, and she lifted an eyebrow at him.
“As impressive that it is that you came to and from the truck for me, you’re not putting any real weight on it.” She nodded down at his leg. “Straighten please.” She said, the edges of instruction in her tone. He did as instructed- and why wouldn’t he? It wasn’t as though they had anything else to do until the others arrived- and she unlaced his boot and slipped it carefully off his foot before rolling up his pant leg. She sat cross legged in front of him, keeping his foot in her lap and pressing tenderly along his ankle, waiting for him to wince before reaching into the little kit for an ice pack she’d snagged from the Mount Weather kits scattered on the different levels. She shook it, waiting for it to cool before pressing it to his sock-covered, semi-swollen ankle. “Doesn’t seem broken but you should check with Abby or Jackson when we get back to be sure.” She said, keeping the ice pressed to the swelling and letting her hand rub his calf gently in the meantime. She winced a little when she over-reached, and he jumped on it.
“You are hurt.” He accused, concern replacing the almost contented look he’d had from her soft, consistent strokes along his calf. “Where?”
Her hand wrapped around his calf, keeping him from pulling out of her grip. “It’s just my shoulder, I think it’s a sprain, nothing that can be helped here and you need to keep ice on your ankle.”
“You need ice, too.” She looked up to brush off the concern, but she just couldn’t. He was worried for her, it was clear in his eyes, and she nodded.
“Alright.” She grabbed another ice pack, and tried to hold both hers to her shoulder and his to his ankle until finally he reached for his ice pack. which she moved out of his grip before pressing it back to him. “I don’t want you half bent over like that.”
He huffed a laugh, rolling his eyes. “Fine, then come here.” He nodded to the spot between his legs, and she lifted a brow again curiously. “Trust me.”
Well, that at least was easy, and she settled between his legs as asked, and he took her ice pack from her hands and pressed it gently to her shoulder, and she was close enough to reach his ankle without straining forward, so she could keep his ice pack to him while he kept hers to her. “Clever, Mr. Blake.” She said, tilting her head to the side and feeling the semi-painful stretch of tendons. “I approve.” His responding chuckle was low and rumbly, making her shiver in a pleasent sort of way.
