COD, Bitches

12. Ouchies

"No really I'm fine" I told Konig, but he didn't seem to belive me as I winced and held my arm. "Let me see" He reached out for my arm, and I frowned. It was scrapped to shit as we stood outside.

"Konig, I'm ok, just a little scrapped up" I told him and carfully gave him my arm. As he looked at it, I winced. He looked up at me, and sighed.

"Well I don't think its broken" He commented, and I wanted to pull away, but I knew he was worried. Tears pricked my eyes, and I bit my bottom lip.

"Let's just go inside and I can wrap it up" he looked down at me and I nodded pulling my arm back. We made our way inside and we walked to the bathroom.

"Sit down schatz" he spoke pointed to the counter and I did and I wiped my face and craddled my arm. He dug around around under the sink as I swung my feet.

"Does it hurt?" He stood up and looked down at me. "Yeah" I nodded and he hummed with his eye brows knitted together. "Let me see" he spoke again and I gave over my arm. He held it and have it a look over once more.

"Ow" I winced as he twisted it a little to much. "It's not broken. Bend your wrist" he told me and I frowned. "It hurts. What if it is broken?" I asked worried and he shook his head.

"No, you'll be alright you just can't work it to much" he spoke and he took a wet rag to wipe the blood off.

"This is my dominant hand" I frowned and pulled my hand back with a wince as he wiped to hard. "I've got to clean it" he looked up at me. He gave my hand back and he cleaned me up with a little bit of whining from me.

He assured me I would be fine and I assured him I would pass away if I couldn't use my hand. He sat me on the couch as he made coffee.

"Konig" I spoke and he hummed from the kitchen. "My arm hurts" I complained. "I told you not to jump off the ledge Wren. I told you 'you're gonna hurt yourself if you keep fucking around' and what happened?" He walked over to me with a cup and I frowned.

"Don't be mean I'm hurt" I told him and he grinned. "Are you ok schatz? Are you ok meine liebling" he cooed. "Your hurt let me take care of you." He sat down beside me and kissed my face. I blushed and rolled my eyes as I took my cup from him.
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"Si I really think its broken" I had tears in my eyes as I held my arm. "No way" he shook his head and reached for my arm. "No. No wait" I gasped as I moved my arm to fast.

"Let me see Wren. I don't think its broken" he was still grinning as he held his arm out. "Be carful" I warned and gave him my arm. "Where does it hurt?" He turned it and I yanked it back with a gasp.

"Simon" I had tears blurring my vision now. "Oh fuck" he stood up off the ground and picked me up. "I'm sorry darlin. Here let me see it again" he spoke a little softer now looking worried.

"You play too rough somtimes" I shook my head and he winced with a nod. "I'm sorry baby. I'm sorry. Let me see" he walked closer and I let him inspect it. He hummed.

"Not broken" he assured me and I wiped my face with my other hand. "We might just need to wrap it up. Come on" he spoke and I followed him to the bathroom. I sat down on the sink and he grabbed a wrap from the bottom drawer.

"I'll be carful" he promised and I held my arm up for him. He did it snugly around my wrist and forearm and around my hand before kissing my head.

"I'll let you win next time" he promised and I smiled. "You forget how strong you are somtimes" I told him and he tilted his head. "I'll take care of you" he told me and had me sit on the couch.
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"Keegan!" I winced and held my leg. "Are you alright? Are you hurt?" He pushed himself up off the ground. Some asshole had just run us off the road.

"You alright?" He kneeled down beside me quickly. He didn't look hurt at all and he took his helmet off. "I-my leg" I was holding it tightly looking up at him.

"Here." he unbuckled my helmet and took it off. "Just breath" he told me and he turned his head. The guy who had run us off the road sped off but there were some other people stopping.

"Can you stand?" Keegan's hands hovered over my leg for a moment and I had tears in my eyes now from the pain. "You'll be alright." He assured me with a nod.

"Can some one call an ambulance? And the cops?" Keegan called over his shoulder at the people walking up.

"I think I'm ok. I just. That was scary" I told him as my body was now shaking and he put a hand on my cheek.

"You're sitting here until they come. Don't even think about getting up" he told me and he pulled his phone out. "I got the plate of the fucker" he grinned and I chuckled.