1030. Hurt and Comfort

[fallen_rosiel]

Hurt/Comfort - Hurt/comfort is a fan fiction genre that involves the physical pain or emotional distress of one character, who is cared for by another character. The injury, sickness or other kind of hurt allows an exploration of the characters and their relationship

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Faith Lehane (BtVS // AtS)

[faithfuelsu]

1?

[gigantormoose]

[His entire body hurt. He reaches for the advil, wincing as he twists the top off.]

Awesome. I think I broke my wrist.

[He sighs, tiredly, and swallows the pills.]

During purgatory or... ? I'll keep it vague until then :D

[faiththatfuelsu]

*She pulled out the aid kit she normally kept on hand and threw out a few bandages, stopping only once he mentioned his wrist.* Let me see.

*Not that she was the best nurse or anything, she'd just had plenty of field practice.*

Purgatory? Because everyone probably still needs to process...

[gigantormoose]

[He sighs, holding it out to her. Glad of her help.]

Thanks. For helping.

[Because it was hard for him, doing this on his own, without his brother.]

Yeah. And she'd want to stick around Sam to keep BOTH of them from doing something stupid

[faiththatfuelsu]

*It's already swelling, badly, and there's going to be a nasty bruise.* All I got is an ace bandage. Not gonna do a whole lot for this. We'll have to get you to a hospital. I can bribe somebody when we get there.

*She doesn't really acknowledge the thanks with words, just shrugs it off because she still can't really talk about it. Not without going to a place she can't afford to go to. Instead she goes back to looking him over.* Gash in your shoulder could use stitches.

And with these two, they kinda need that....

[gigantormoose]

Yeah, okay. And...I think I've got an insurance card somewhere. A fake one. Me and...I get beat up pretty frequently, the job I do. So you don't need to bribe anyone.

[Almost mentioning Dean hurt. He's tired of thinking of him, of him not being here. But he's been through this before. And this time, there's still a chance his brother is alive.]

Yeah, I thought it might. Are you, I mean, I know the whole Slayer thing, but are you okay?

Unfortunately, yes. Sad they'd have to keep each other in line.

[faithfuelsu]

Yeah, guess that would work. *Faith doesn't quite flinch when he nearly says Dean's name. She manages to keep her face blank, again focusing on something that isn't Dean, or Dean related, or related to purgatory. There's the tacky feeling of drying blood on her shoulder blade though she hasn't taken her jacket off to fully look at it yet.*

One of 'em got me in the shoulder. Doesn't feel too bad. Haven't looked.

Just take Dean away and they kinda fall apart, huh?

[gigantormoose]

You can have them check it out when we get to the hospital if you want. See if you need stitches.

[He glances at her, feeling slightly guilty that she's hurt in the first place. It was his hunt he'd dragged her on. If Dean was here... But he doesn't dwell on it long. Thinking of his brother isn't something he wants to do for very long.]

Sorry you got dragged into this.

It's all his fault, obvs.

[faithfuelsu]

Should be fine with a shower and a clean set of clothes.

*Faith would have argued that she'd gotten sloppy and therefore it had been her own damn fault that she'd been clawed up.*

Didn't drag me into anything I didn't want to go into. No apologies, Sam. Gotta stick together.

Lol, everything's Dean's fault.

[gigantormoose]

[He attempts a smile at her, but it doesn't quite work.]

Yeah, I know.

[And he was glad she was there because she remembered Dean as well as he did even if they never really mentioned him. Plus, he felt like he had to keep tabs on her, for when he found Dean. He knew he'd want to see her.

The throbbing in his wrist and his back is getting hard to ignore and he's starting to get slightly light headed.]

Um, so, do you want to shower before we head to the hospital? Because I probably need to go soon. I'd drive myself, but...my wrist.

Funny how TRUE THAT IS

[faithfuelsu]

It can wait. *The fact that Sam was even making a point of saying that he needed to go, and soon, had her worrying. If he thought he needed to keep an eye on her for Dean, that was doubly true where she was concerned.

Peeling off the denim to save herself trouble later, she grabs one of the bandages and tucks it between her shirt and skin.*

Let's go.

Dean thinks it is at least. Poor, poor Deanie...

[gigantormoose]

[He gets slightly unsteadily to his feet. Now that he's standing, he's definitely feeling light-headed.]

Okay. Good idea.

[He makes his way to the door, shakey.]

Feel like I'm loosing my touch. They were just demons.

Faith says he gets no say since he went and got himself LOCKED IN PURGATORY. *Harumph*

[faiththatfuelsu]

*He sways a little and she's left with the image of a giant oak tree falling in a forest. The thought of trying to catch him should he actually fall like said giant oak isn't pleasant, so she moves next to him and situates herself under his arm as a support. Considering the fact that he's a damn giant, it's not exactly hard.*

Don't you pass out on me. Not sure I could lug your jolly green ass to the car if you did, Slayer or not.

And then Sam got all sad and broody. Because he blames Dick for the Purgatory Kerfuffle.

[gigantormoose]

[Sam leans on her a bit, glad of her help, but not too much. He's still like a foot taller than her. He's not about to pass out. He thinks. He's like 85% sure. He keeps his tone light, trying not to worry her.]

I'm not going to pass out. And I thought you had Slayer strength or something. Isn't that supposed to make you super strong or something?

Well, Dick was a DICK. So that goes without saying.

[faiththatfuelsu]

Fine, I'll rephrase-- I could drag your giant ass out to the car I'm just really not in the mood for the heavy lifting. *Even with super strength it would still be a pain. And awkward. It would also be awkward.*

Agreed! Glad he got stabbed in the neck.

[gigantormoose]

Yeah, well, don't really feel much like being dragged. And, like I said, I'm fine, relatively speaking. I'm not going to pass out.

[Yet. Probably.]

And...thanks. For offering to drag me and taking me to the hospital.

[It's what Dean would have done. And he's glad of her help.]

OOC: Sorry for the delay. My grandparents were in town and I had very little downtime as they are freakishly active for a set of 80 year olds.