jally oneshots

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Johnny's pov

Dally is messed up real bad his nose all bloody black eye and cuts on his face we stumble into his room at Bucks the music down stairs seeping through the bedroom

"Dally a-are you hurting?" I ask I help him sit down and grab the medkit under the bed and the rubbing alcohol

"I'm fine Johnny quit worryin I can take care of myself kid."

"Quit calling me a kid dal you're a year older than me" I sit down beside him he turns his body towards me

"Johnny man I'm fine you don't have to doctor me up besides yer hurt too dumbass soc got ya real good.." dallys cold hand cups the side of my face

"Quit being so stubborn dal I know it hurts"

His face inches closer to mine and kisses me gently we part away I groan annoyed and in pain he places his hand on my waist for comfort

"Let me help you...please?"

I ask he sighs heavily and rolls his eyes He stands up putting his whole weight on the wall for support

He bends down grabbing the medkit he tosses it on the bed almost hitting he rubs his forehead and mumbles a sorry

I smile to myself and open the box

"Come ere' sit"

I tap the bed he gives me a look but sits down I wipe his face off with a wipe he winces and reaches for my wrist

"M' almost done dal"

His ice blue eyes staring hard into mine I angle his face to look away from me to wipe his neck

"There. All I gotta do is clean the cuts and put bandaids on em"

I inform he groans and tries to lay down but I hold his shoulders forcing him to stay in place

"Dally Quit being stubborn. I'm almost done then you can lay down"

I tell him he glares at me not in the mood

I hurry and clean his cuts ignoring him cursing me out I bandage them up

"There. Was it that hard?"

I tease he rolls his eyes and pulls me closer

"See how you like it."

He grumbles pulling a wipe out of the packet he grabs my neck angling me to look straight at him. He wipes my face with a little roughness I reach for his wrist but he glares at me and I immediately drop it

He squeezes my cheecks and angles my face upwards I gasp sharply and reach for his hand

"Quit it m' almost done"

He mutters swapping to the cream he smears it on my wounds I flinch away from him but sighs irritated and pulls me closer to him He bandages my cuts

He let's go and grabs my hands he cleans them up and throws all the stuff on the floor he groans and lays down

"M' beat man damn socs fight unfairly you know I heard one if them pulled a knife on Tim's gang?"

He tells me I hum tiredly and curl beside him he lays his hand on my hip and pulls me close

"Next time stick with me wouldn't have to save your ass."

"Whatever dal I'm going to bed"

I mutter he hums I lay my head on his chest and close my heavy eyelids