Challenge Prompt #21: Blood
Bits and pieces of bloody gauze littered the floor, scrunched up tissue paper was overflowing from the waste paper basket and Logan could only imagine the state of his bathroom at the moment. The sector cops had taken a liking to Max’s baby on her way over, and some ass kicking had been required, resulting in a deep cut on Max’s leg and a heavily bruised arm.
Max had gotten herself somewhat cleaned up in Logan’s bathroom, and now lay on the floor, half leaning on the semi transparent wall, dabbing awkwardly with one hand at the gash on her lower calf. Logan handed her another wad of tissue after noticing that the one she was using was already bright red.
He leant across her, reaching out to help only to be pushed roughly away by Max who glared at him menacingly.
“I’m the one with the medical knowledge, here.” She snapped, obviously not at all happy with herself.
Logan gave a bemused chuckle. “Yeah, but you have one unhurt hand. And it’s not going to be able to reach that far.”
Max narrowed her eyes at him and after seeing the logic of his suggestion, nodded slowly. He gathered the bottle of antiseptic and remainder of clean cotton pads around her and settled himself in beside her. He flashed a reassuring smile at her and he bent towards her leg. Watching Logan work around the cut, she realised the edges of his shirt were getting stained by the mess she’d made on his floor, slowly turning crimson.
“Your clothes are getting bloody, Logan.” She said. After all, pointing out the obvious was the only thing Logan was letting her do.
Logan shrugged and muttered that it didn’t matter.
“You should take ‘em off, or laundry’s gonna be a bitch.” She insisted, deciding to impart her wisdom on the less knowledgeable.
Logan sighed and looked up at her irritably. “Fine.”
He unbuttoned the top three buttons, and started pulling off his shirt. He didn’t see Max’s eyes widen as she realised he was actually going along with her playful suggestion. He didn’t notice as Max licked her lips subconsciously as she watched the shirt pulled up to reveal bit by bit of Logan’s washboard abs.
Taking advantage of the fact that the shirt was over Logan’s head, Max raked her eyes down his chest, committing every single detail down to the last hair into her memory for future use, so that she could place a body to the face she frequently dreamed about when she slept.
Logan tossed the shirt to one side and turned back to face her.
“Okay now?” He asked sarcastically as he went back to spreading antiseptic on her wound, preparing to bandage it up. Max cast a quick glance at half naked Logan and she grinned devilishly at him.
“Hey, Logan?”
Logan eyed Max warily, not missing the mischievous glint in her eyes.
“Your pants are getting bloody too...”
Max had gotten herself somewhat cleaned up in Logan’s bathroom, and now lay on the floor, half leaning on the semi transparent wall, dabbing awkwardly with one hand at the gash on her lower calf. Logan handed her another wad of tissue after noticing that the one she was using was already bright red.
He leant across her, reaching out to help only to be pushed roughly away by Max who glared at him menacingly.
“I’m the one with the medical knowledge, here.” She snapped, obviously not at all happy with herself.
Logan gave a bemused chuckle. “Yeah, but you have one unhurt hand. And it’s not going to be able to reach that far.”
Max narrowed her eyes at him and after seeing the logic of his suggestion, nodded slowly. He gathered the bottle of antiseptic and remainder of clean cotton pads around her and settled himself in beside her. He flashed a reassuring smile at her and he bent towards her leg. Watching Logan work around the cut, she realised the edges of his shirt were getting stained by the mess she’d made on his floor, slowly turning crimson.
“Your clothes are getting bloody, Logan.” She said. After all, pointing out the obvious was the only thing Logan was letting her do.
Logan shrugged and muttered that it didn’t matter.
“You should take ‘em off, or laundry’s gonna be a bitch.” She insisted, deciding to impart her wisdom on the less knowledgeable.
Logan sighed and looked up at her irritably. “Fine.”
He unbuttoned the top three buttons, and started pulling off his shirt. He didn’t see Max’s eyes widen as she realised he was actually going along with her playful suggestion. He didn’t notice as Max licked her lips subconsciously as she watched the shirt pulled up to reveal bit by bit of Logan’s washboard abs.
Taking advantage of the fact that the shirt was over Logan’s head, Max raked her eyes down his chest, committing every single detail down to the last hair into her memory for future use, so that she could place a body to the face she frequently dreamed about when she slept.
Logan tossed the shirt to one side and turned back to face her.
“Okay now?” He asked sarcastically as he went back to spreading antiseptic on her wound, preparing to bandage it up. Max cast a quick glance at half naked Logan and she grinned devilishly at him.
“Hey, Logan?”
Logan eyed Max warily, not missing the mischievous glint in her eyes.
“Your pants are getting bloody too...”