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

[wings_of_hope]

He was already worried about time restraints? She frowned at his now-closed eyes.

"Not long. Your ham sandwich stuff isn't going to go bad in a couple minutes."

It was somehow easier to manage this way, though. She worked the cream in slowly and as carefully as she could, trying not to aggravate the bruised area and yet cover all that needed to be covered.

[would_be_knight]

As the treatment continued, Fakir couldn't stop his eyebrows from twitching a little when particularly tender parts of the bruise were touched, but he didn't show any other signs of pain. It wasn't unbearable and there was no sense in giving Ahiru any more to worry about than she would find on her own.

"I'm not going to sit here all day."

[wings_of_hope]

The twitching eyebrow wasn't anything particularly new with Fakir, so Ahiru didn't pay it much heed. Instead, she kept applying the cream in a thin layer and massaging it in as gently as she could with her small fingertips in small, circular motions.

Once finished, she pulled her hand back and sighed, still sporting the same frown.

"That didn't take long at all," she huffed, twisting the cap back onto the cream container.

[would_be_knight]

Finally opening his eyes again, Fakir gave her a disgruntled look that was decidedly lacking in venom, and got to his feet. "I didn't need that much."

Turning, he went back to the kitchen counter and started to work at assembling sandwiches.

[wings_of_hope]

Ahiru rolled her eyes. Did he have to complain so much about something so small?

He did look kind of silly now, though, with the white sheen over the black and blue bruise that covered his eye. She chose to keep that thought to herself.

After placing the cream back in the medicine cabinet, she went to the sink to wash the substance off of her hand and peered toward him from over her shoulder as she rinsed.

"Need help with that?"

[would_be_knight]

Griping about something small was much easier than talking about heavier things, like how he'd gotten the stupid bruise in the first place, and it served as a distraction from those things as well. And it gave a sense of normalcy to all this.

Fakir didn't turn to look at Ahiru, just continued layering ham and cheese.

"You can help eat."

[wings_of_hope]

Part of her was tempted to protest, but... she already got him to do what she wanted in terms of his injury, so she decided not to push it. This was enough. And if he wanted to make the sandwiches without help, then fine.

She'd probably drop something on the floor, anyway.

With a sigh, Ahiru made her way over to the table and sat down to wait for him.

[would_be_knight]

It didn't take long to finish preparing the food--he'd chosen sandwiches because they would be quick and easy, after all--so Fakir turned around to take them over to the table soon enough. Catching sight of Ahiru, he frowned again.

"... What's wrong?" He'd let her put the stupid ointment on his face, and now she was right back to being all quiet and meek. Was she really sulking about not getting to make a sandwich?

[wings_of_hope]

Ahiru blinked in surprise at his question. "Wrong? Nothing's wrong."

He wasn't... expecting her to have put up a fight over it, was he? Or did her face look weird or something?

[would_be_knight]

He looked at her for a moment longer, and then shook his head. What could he even say about it, at this point? Maybe this would never change; considering what had happened, maybe it was just part of who she was, now, and she would never be able to completely return to the way she was before. Even if he could protect someone, he didn't know how to make someone be less fragile.

... He didn't like it.

"Never mind." Setting her plate down on the table, he sat down and took a bite of his sandwich.

[wings_of_hope]

The redhead frowned, still glancing at him for a long moment before she turned her attention to the food. She knew there was more to it, but it didn't seem like he wanted to get into it.

Could she ever not worry him?

Picking up the sandwich, she followed suit and took a bite of it, chewing and swallowing before she ventured to speak. "It's good, thanks."

And her lips forced their way into a small smile before she leaned in to take another bite.