I Hate the Way...

Part 37: "You're My Family"

Double Update!
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Lizzie and Josie both help Hope up the steps to the front porch and into the door of their house, despite Hope's assurances that she's fine.

The fact that she walks with a more defined limp than before does nothing but prove her words to be untrue.

"Lizzie, can you grab the first aid kit from our bathroom? I've got Hope."

Lizzie nods, "Yeah, be right back."

She leaves the two as Josie slowly makes her way over to the couch with Hope, unnecessarily wrapping an arm around Hope's waist to help keep her up.

"Josie, I don't need your help," Hope says plainly, though she has to muffle a grunt right after.

"Would you just shut up for two seconds?" Josie complains as she places one of her hands on the arm of the couch, "Okay, sit right here. Slow, slow," She helps Hope lower herself, but Hope decides the best idea would be to just quickly fall against the couch, and the Tribrid groans as soon as she hits the cushions, "I said slow, Hope!"

"You're giving me a headache."

"Ditto," Josie huffs, picking Hope's wounded leg up gently to lay it on the couch.

"Ow! Jo, what are you doing?"

"Elevating your leg, dumbass, since you insist on making your injuries worse by getting beat up by a drug dealer."

Hope replies defensively, "Hey! I look better off than he does!"

Josie raises an eyebrow at her wife, putting her hands on her hips as she straightens her posture, "Yeah, tell that to the gunshot wound on your shoulder, Commando."

"What did I say about calling me that?"

Josie rolls her eyes, "Take off your shirt."

Hope raises her eyebrows suggestively and Josie scoffs.

"I need to check the wound, Hope. Take off your—You know what? Never mind," Josie groans, sitting down on the couch, between Hope's legs, since one leg is rested on the couch and the other foot remains on the ground. Where else was she supposed to sit?

She reaches for the hem of Hope's shirt before carefully pulling it up.

"I think bossy Josie is starting to grow on me," Hope teases, chuckling a bit as she pulls her head and good arm out of the shirt.

Josie only scoffs as she gently pulls the shirt down Hope's hurt arm, "Shit, Hope. That's more than just a graze."

Hope shakes her head, "It's fine, Josie. Nothing a bandaid won't fix."

Josie glares at Hope's ignorance and the Tribrid only shrugs.

Lizzie comes back into the room, looking down and sifting through the kit, "Okay, we've got a stitch kit, some gauze, and—Woah! Am I interrupting something?" She looks up to see the shirtless Tribrid with her twin sister seated between her legs.

Josie rolls her eyes, "Gross, no. Hand me the kit," She reaches her hands out, ignoring the smirk on Hope's face so she doesn't have to acknowledge the fact that they've already done the deed before, and she's already allowed Hope to help get her off over the phone, and they just kissed the other night.

Hope knows Josie finds her attractive, though she finds it funny how the brunette still denies it. But she won't mention those interactions in front of Lizzie.

Lizzie hands over the kit, eyeing Hope's upper body, "If you need some help holding her down—"

"Lizzie," Josie shoots her sister a pointed look, and Lizzie only throws her hands up in defense while Hope muffles a laugh, clearing her throat as she watches Josie's cheeks tint a pink shade.