Accidents Can Happen with chloeas

[dl_greenarrow]

He was cursing under his breath as he returned from patrol, an arm wrapped around his middle as he stalked off the elevator and into his penthouse. He had already flipped off his hood and the voice distorter on the ride up, and he pulled his glasses off, moving past the living room and heading toward the bathroom. He'd almost forgotten Chloe was

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[chloeas]

Chloe was still sitting in the living room, still going through the files when he walked back in, she was about to say something but instead, she frowned when he rushed past the living room and down the hall.

Without thinking about it, Chloe got up and went after him, something had to be wrong for him to just walk away like that, either that or he completely forgot she was spending the night, "Oliver?"

[dl_greenarrow]

He glanced toward where she stood in the doorway, and he grimaced a little. "Yeah?"

[chloeas]

Her eyes widened when she saw him, walking into the room without hesitation, "what happened?"

[dl_greenarrow]

"Guy with a knife got the drop on me," he responded, gritting his teeth. "It's not as bad as it looks." He grabbed his towel and ran some water over it before wiping the blood off his chest.

[chloeas]

Chloe cringed as she stepped closer, looking at the cut and holding out her hand for the tower, "sit down, I can clean it for you."

[dl_greenarrow]

He shook his head. "I've got it, Chloe."

[chloeas]

She gave him a look, shaking her head, "you're pressing down against the cut every time you try to look at it to clean it, it's making you bleed more, let me clean it, Oliver."

[dl_greenarrow]

He set his jaw and reluctantly handed her the towel before sitting down on the closed toilet. "Stupid move," he grumbled, not looking at her. "A rookie move."

[chloeas]

She sighed a little and leaned down, pressing the towel against the cut gently, "It's not deep."

[dl_greenarrow]

He didn't flinch as she pressed the towel against his skin. He shut his eyes, shaking his head, thoroughly disgusted with himself.

[chloeas]

She held the towel still as she looked around, seeing the bottle of alcohol, she picked it up and poured some on the end of the towel then looked up at him, "it's going to hurt," she was sure he had done this tons of times before, but she din't want him to be unprepared for it.

[dl_greenarrow]

He nodded slightly, barely grimacing when she swabbed the alcohol against his cut. "Thanks," he murmured, letting out a breath and trying to rein in his annoyance level. Because he wasn't upset with her. Just himself.

[chloeas]

She nodded, keeping her eyes on the cut and sighing a little when it started to bleed less, "Do you have bandages anywhere?"

[dl_greenarrow]

"Yeah. Cabinet under the sink," he told her, exhaling slowly. He raked a hand through his hair, watching her for a moment.

[chloeas]

Chloe pulled the towel away for a second, looking at the cut for a moment and nodding to herself, standing up straight and walking over to the sink, reaching for the bandages then looking over at him, she knew he wasn't exactly pleased by her playing nurse but she was glad he at least let her help.

She made sure the wound was clean then covered it with the bandage, looking at him when she was done, "it's not deep but it's a pretty big cut, Oliver, you could probably use stitches."