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𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐘: 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐒_𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄 🩷
Summary: Sweetpea gets into another fight with the Bulldogs and you patch him up
Warnings: mentions of blood, fights
Word Count: 500
Authors Note: This was also a request! Hope you enjoy! :)
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In the dimly lit hallway of Southside High, you find Sweetpea leaning against his locker, his face bruised and battered from a recent fight with the Bulldogs. Your heart sinks at the sight of him, and you rush to his side without a second thought. "Hey," you say, reaching out gently to touch his bruised cheek.
Sweetpea winces at the contact, but his expression softens when he sees you. "I'm fine," he replies, trying to sound tougher than he actually feels.
You raise an eyebrow, not buying his act for a second. "Uh-huh. Looks like those Bulldogs really gave it to you."
"They tried, but they didn't get the best of me," Sweetpea replies with a smirk. But the way he winces as he straightens up reveals the truth.
You roll your eyes, but the affection in your voice is undeniable. "Come on, let's get you to the nurse's office."
Sweetpea chuckles as he allows you to lead him away. "Thanks, babe. But you know that I can take care of myself."
You give Sweetpea a knowing look, a soft smile tugging at the corner of your lips. "Sure you can take care of yourself, but you're not going to turn down a little TLC, are you?" you tease.
Sweetpea chuckles, a faint blush rising to his cheeks at your words. "Alright, alright. Guess I can't say no to that."
You guide him down the hall, towards the nurse's office, keeping a close eye on him in case he stumbles. "So are you going to tell me what happened, or am I going to have to ask Fangs?"
"Let's just say the Bulldogs don't like to be reminded of their place."
"Well, they're gonna need another reminder when you're done healing up," you say, a fierce determination in your voice that makes Sweetpea smile.
As you round the corner towards the nurse's office, Sweetpea lets out a low chuckle, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "You know, you're pretty hot when you get mad." You roll your eyes playfully, a small grin on your face as you push open the door to the nurse's office. "Oh, hush. You're just trying to change the subject."
"Maybe I am," Sweetpea admits, a mischievous grin on his face as he settles onto one of the beds. "But at least I got your attention, didn't I?"
You can't help but laugh at his playful charm, even as you start disinfecting his wounds. "You did, you smart-ass," you reply, gently wiping away the blood on his forehead.
Sweetpea winces and places a hand on your waist to hold himself steady. "Hurts a lot more than I thought it would. But seriously, thank you for taking care of me, babe."
"Anytime, Sweetpea," You say, brushing a stray lock of hair from his face. "Just try not to get into too many fights, okay?"
