Imagine If....

Preference #5

You get hurt:

Bilbo: You and Bilbo were walking slowly through the halls of Erebor. Despite you both being picked for a burglar use- it seems right now you couldn't be any louder.

I was falling behind a little, limping my way behind Bilbo. I tried to hide it, but it didn't seem like I was doing a very good job. Bilbo stopped and looked behind, noticing the cut on my left foot.

"Y/N? What happened to your foot?" Bilbo said worriedly, walking back to me.

"Oh, it's nothing really. Honestly." I lied, playing it off. I took a step forward, wincing slightly. Bilbo saw my expression and stopped me from going any further.

"No Y/N. You're hurt. Listen- we aren't going any further until your foot is tended to- or at least bandaged up." Bilbo spoke sternly, pulling out a bandage from his pocket. He bent down and lifted my foot gently, as I balanced on my right leg. He rested my foot on his crouched knee, and carefully wrapped the bandage around my foot.

"There!" He smiled proudly, standing up.

"What would I do without you?" I smiled, pulling him into a tight hug.

Thorin: You were walking as fast as you can to the healing tent. The battle for the mountain had just ended, along with filthy Azog. All the company had survived, fighting bravely along side each other.

After I had checked on all the dwarves, I had been told Thorin was in the healing tent, having a deep cut on his chest being tended to. I stumbled across the bodies of the innocent, helping some of the badly injured get tended to along the way.

I burst through the private healing tent, immediately searching for any signs of Thorins long black hair. I clutched my rib, a pain shooting through my entire body. I hissed in pain, shooing away a kind nurse who wanted to help. I gave her an apologetic look, and walked off again, walking deeper into the tent.

Finally I saw him, sitting up in a healing bed, taking to Dwalin. I smiled, dodging my way through wandering men and elves. Thorin turned in my direction, his face beaming, despite everything that had happened. Dwalin smiled and took his leave. I walked up to his bed, taking my hand in his own.

"Y/N! Are you okay? I lost you in the battle, and had suspected the worse! I knew I was being silly, you can slay 100 orcs in 10 minutes!" He chuckled, squeezing my hand tightly.

"Haha! No orcs will take over- not today!" I beamed, wincing slightly. My rib was started to hurt again, shooting continuous short pains through my body. Unfortunately nothing gets past Thorin, including this.

"Y/N, you did not answer my question. You are hurt, aren't you? What has happened? Is it your leg? Your arm? Stomach?" Thorin rambled one thousand miles a second.

"No! None of that! It's fine, you old fusspot. My rib is hurting a tad, just a little bruise here and there- nothing really! I must go see the others." I smiled, shaking my head. I turned to walk off, but was stopped when Thorin gently pulled me back.

"Please Y/N, at least let me look. So I can see for myself that it is okay. If it is, then I will let it go, despite my urge to have one hundred healers to attend every little cut." He smiled, taking my other hand into his as well.

I thought for a moment, then chuckled shaking my head. He will have one thousand healers on me if I don't let him look!

"Okay." I said, slowly lifting my shirt a little, pulling it up to my rib. He gasped worriedly, seeing the large multiple bruises spread all over my ribs. It wasn't this bad before.

"Y/N! It is clearly fractured- possibly broken! You must be attended to immediately."

"No! I have duties to take care of! There are others that need help more than me." I protested, crossing my arms over my chest.
Thorin sighed, looking down at his blanket.