𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏 (𝑇𝐵𝑃)

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It took almost every remaining last drop of hope out of me to see him like that.

The scratches on his face and hands were tiny, but there were much larger wounds on his chest and shoulders. It was hard to tell exactly where the blood was coming from. This was the first time I'd seen him so beaten up and bloody since what happened back at the summer camp, and it terrified me. 

Don't get me wrong, Robin has definitely had a few fights since we came back. It is never as bad as this though.

"Don't worry, Finn." That was what he said. How could I not worry when the man in front of me was now barely recognisable?

He acted as if it was nothing. As if the blood stains on his skin weren't evidence of whatever hell he'd just been through. I followed him as he headed through to the bathroom, watching closely, checking to see if he was limping, if his arm swung funny when he moved, just for anything even slightly wrong.

"Here-" I say but Robin cuts me off. "Woah there, I said I'm fine, don't worry about me." I sigh and shake my head. But I could see Robin was in a bad mood. His eyes bore a tiredness that I almost couldn't stand to look at, which made me want to hold him and never let go.

"I'm sorry, Robin...I just."

"You're worried. I get it. I'll be okay Finn."

"No, Robin, I..." I paused. He was staring at me now, brown eyes swirling with the sadness and worry he got when he knew something was going on. He could read me like a book-or, well, in his case more likely a comic.

"Finn? Hey, Finn, snap out of it!" I blinked "You okay? You just zoned out there for a second." I nodded, slowly, too afraid to speak for fear of slipping my tongue. "You, uh, wanna come help me get cleaned up?"

What? That wasn't something he'd normally ask, In fact, he'd normally find that way too embarrassing, or it would make him look weak, or whatever he'd say. I nodded, following him into the bathroom as he sat down on the edge of the bathtub, and attempted to pull off his shirt. The thin fabric stuck to him like the clumps of thick, red, blood, and after only one failed attempt, he looked to me.

"What? You want me to..." I trailed off, instructed him to lift up his arms, and pulled the shirt over his head. The stench of the blood, and dirt hit you and almost made me want to gag, but the warmth he was giving off made me never want to leave.

"I swear, Robin, you just come back worse every time." By now the damage was evident, there was a large cut across his shoulder that seemed to have stopped bleeding, but it'd need some disinfecting before he could do anything else.

"Here, Robin" I gulped "I got this" I took a towel and wet it under the tap. Robin almost hissed when I put it on his skin, then chuckled.

"You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were just doing this to see me shirtless." He joked, and I shook my head.

"Or you're my boyfriend and you're hurt?" I raised an eyebrow "Either way this feels like a scene out of some crappy chick flick." I say with a sigh.

Okay, I had to admit chick flicks weren't that bad, but now wasn't the time to get into whether love actually was a film worth watching. I'd had that argument countless times already.

He chuckled again, and as he did so shifted himself. The towel fell from my hand and his shoulder, and onto the floor. I sighed. "Great, now it's all dirty. I need a clean one to finish cleaning you up." I reached down slowly to get it, and before I knew what was happening there he was. His lips were on mine and we were closer than we'd ever been before.

The heat and smell and warmth of it all made my body tingle as my hands loosed on the towel again and pulled themselves around the back of his neck. His arms wrapped around my waist. It was sweet. Yet, all at the same time it was so much more gentler than I'd ever imagined. I would have panicked if he hadn't somehow managed to keep me so calm- I had only done this a few times before, and my heart was threatening to jump out of my chest. Then, without a warning, he let go. I had nothing to say and didn't know what to do.

"No, Finn" He grinned "Now, it's like a crappy chick flick. Hero gets wounded, someone fixes him up, and they make out. sounds about right."

"You watch movies that don't just strictly have blood and violence?" It was all I could think of to say. My lips still stung. My heart was still beating a million miles. I looked down at the towel "You knocked that out of my hands on purpose, didn't you?" He shrugged.

"Shit happens. Now are we going to get me cleaned up, or what?"

"You're a mess, Robin. We can't rush sorting this-you'll get sick or infected."

He smiled at me and laughed again, "Eh, don't worry about it." He smiled "Trust me, Finn, I've had far worse." And for some bizarre reason, I had a feeling that just this once he wasn't talking about his wounds.

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