Yves Imagines (gxg)

she takes care of you when you get hurt by paparazzi (requested)

"Here, baby. Sit still, don't move." Yves said before she started to look around for the first aid kit in the cabinets and drawers.

She's been even more protective of you than she is usually is right now. Her hands are a little shaky, as was her voice when she spoke to you.

You understand why. You're still a little shaken up after your encounter with the paparazzi tonight too, especially considering you were physically hurt by them.

Since your relationship came out a few months ago, you've had many encounters with the paparazzi. It's never fun and always makes you feel anxious.

But you've never gotten hurt before.

Not until tonight.

Your dinner at the restaurant that Yves made sure was empty so your date tonight could be so special and private had somehow gotten leaked and paparazzi had gathered around to wait and get some photos and glimpses of the two of you.

She's so protective of you and always keeps you safe. She kept your hand in hers and tried to calm your nerves by talking to you and telling you that everything would be fine with every step that you took.

But one of the guys had gotten too close and had tugged at your arm, causing you to stumble and cut your hands and your elbow on the ground.

It wasn't serious but you were bleeding and it hurt enough to make tears fill your eyes.

You know Yves always does her best to keep you safe and to protect you. She has ever since you first met and then even more so when you became public.

She doesn't have to say a word.

You know she feels guilty, as if she hadn't done enough to keep you safe.

"Babe," you said quietly as she grabbed everything to help clean your cuts.

She kissed your forehead as she placed her hand on your thigh. Your knee was scraped up too so she cleaned it up first and she mumbled an apology as you groaned in pain.

You sank your teeth into your lip as she poured some antiseptic on it to make sure it wouldn't get infected. You winced as it set in before she started to cover it.

"I'm sorry, my love. I know it stings. At least you're not hurt worse than this." She said and kissed your kneecap before taking your left hand into hers to start cleaning it.

It was cut a little worse than your right hand but not bad enough to need stitches, which you both felt grateful for.

"Thank you for taking good care of me, as always." You said and watched her crack a sad smile. "There's no way I could've made it from the car and up the steps to the house on my own."

"You're my girl. I would do anything for you. Anything. I'll happily carry you wherever you need me to until you recover."

You giggled and shook your head.

"Yves, baby, it's only some cuts and bruises. I didn't break any bones or twist anything. I will be just fine in no time."

"Maybe, but I'll still be taking care of you." She said as she kissed your shoulder quickly. "Okay. Give me your other hand now, my love."

She wrapped her fingers around your right ones and started to clean your palm and knuckles.

"I'm sorry this happened. I know I said it could've been worse, trust me, I know it could've. But it scared me to see you get hurt and I feel very bad about it."

"Don't feel bad, Yves. You didn't do anything wrong, the paparazzi did. You always keep me safe and I know that."

"There's nothing I wouldn't do for you, my love." She said as she finished cleaning your hand and moved onto your elbow.

She put some bandages and gauze over your cuts before she put her arms around you.

"This is never going to happen again. No one is going to hurt you, my girl." She said as she booped your nose before kissing your lips lovingly. "Are you hurting at all? Did I miss any cuts? That's all there were?" She asked as she looked you over, making sure all the cuts you'd gotten had been noticed and cleaned.

"All good." You assured her and kissed her cheek.

She helped you stand before she lifted you into her arms and carried you to bed, promising that she'd never let you get hurt again.