if I fall and hurt myself [closed]

[would_be_knight]

Characters: Fakir (would_be_knight ) and Ahiru (wings_of_hope )
Location: Their apartment in DCH
Rating: G?
Time: November 3, afternoonish
Description: Angst, comfort, home-remedies, ducks

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[wings_of_hope]

Lately, the stress was getting to the redhead. She knew she was overreacting about what happened, but... it just wasn't easy to forget. Every time she went to pick something up, she would sometimes falter and drop it, as if afraid that she would suddenly fly into something chaotic spaz again and throw across the room or through a window or...

Yes, she was being ridiculous and she knew it. She couldn't be afraid of things forever. How was she ever going to prove to be a worthy partner or get comfortable with talking to people normally again and going out and doing things if she kept losing the nerve?

And she'd been enough of a burden on Fakir as it was. He'd say it was fine and blah blah blah he would heal and she shouldn't worry blah blah... but that wasn't true. Not only was she a burden, but he wasn't healing. At least not quickly. She'd noticed this morning again at breakfast that his eye actually looked worseBut she couldn't keep going like this. So what if he said he was fine? When did Fakir's words ever stop her before? He was

[would_be_knight]

And just as soon as Fakir thought of her, Ahiru barged in. Looking away from the mirror, he arched an eyebrow (the one over the uninjured eye, incidentally) at her. "You shouldn't walk in on people in here." It wasn't much of a reprimand, really--it was closer to teasing, though his deadpan remained firmly in place. If he'd really cared, he would have closed the door in the first place.

The real problem had nothing to do with Ahiru walking in on him and everything to do with her worrying about stupid things. She'd always worried about stupid things, but it had recently gotten much worse. It didn't help that Fakir wasn't especially adept at being reassuring.

"It's only been two days."

[wings_of_hope]

The redhead flushed ever so slightly at his comment about walking in before she pointed at the door. "W--Well you shouldn't have left it open, then!"

And it wasn't like she walked in on anything, anyway. He was dressed! But he didn't seem that upset about it at any rate, so she let out a sigh, crossing her arms.

This wasn't time to get distracted, anyway. His eye needed attending to, whether he agreed or not.

"Two days for it to get worse," she huffed. "If you don't want to go to the clinic or something, then let me help."

In part, because she still felt a great deal of guilt for causing it in the first place. To her, in a way, it was kind of like making amends if she could help him. Even a little.

[would_be_knight]

Fakir half-snorted. "You shouldn't stick your nose where it doesn't belong."

No, he wasn't even mad. He was taking a jab for the sake of taking a jab; old habits died hard, particularly when he wasn't making any kind of effort to get rid of them in the first place.

And again, she was worrying about that stupid black-eye, just as he'd suspected. "It's just a bruise, morn. Don't get so worked up."