𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐒 • [ general iroh II x oc ]

Knees

Iroh was awake when the door opened and watched as she stumbled through the doorway.

He looked up from the book he was reading on the couch, having a snarky joke towards her in his mental arsenal. But the sight of her made him keep his mouth shut.

She looked awful. Her hair was disheveled, her cheeks and eyes were red, her makeup was smeared. Her dress strap was falling down her shoulder and her knees were scraped and bleeding down her calves.

He quickly went to her side and tried to help her stand up. "Spirits, you're a mess-"

He was cut off as she fell against him, her body completely slumped against him. He quickly put his hands on her shoulders.

He looked down at her with a worried expression on his face. "You're bleeding..." he said as he noticed the blood on her knees.

He helped her to the couch and sat her down, still supporting her weight.

Once she was comfortable, he looked at her face.

She looked terrible. Red eyes and mascara stained face, like she had been crying. Her skin was pale and her eyes were glossy. The strap of her dress had fallen completely down her arm, exposing her bruised up shoulder and collarbone.

She ran both shaky hands threw her hair and leaned back.

Iroh knelt down infront of her, examining her scraped up knees. Some of the wounds were open and bled, dripping down her calves.

His eyes went up to her face, looking at the state she was in. "What happened?" He asked her again.

"Get out of here, Iroh." She weakly pushed his shoulder. "Get out. Get out."

He didn't budge and looked at her with a slight frown. "You're bleeding and you can barely walk in a straight line, I'm not going to just 'get out of here'"

He knelt in front of her and gently held her knee up to examine it better.

"Fuck!" She winced as he grazed over her knees. "Ow!"

He put his hand over her mouth. "Niko is sleeping!" He whispered to her. "It would be less painful if you weren't so high off your ass." He said to her, still holding her knee up as he examined it.

She bit her lip and started to cry.

Iroh let go of her knee and frowned as she started crying.

"Ok, ok, I'm sorry, stop crying." He said as he tried to wipe her tears away.

He stood up and went into the kitchen for a minute, returning with the first aid kit she had laid out for him and Niko. Ironic, he thought.

He knelt back down infront of her and set the box on the floor, opening it.

He picked up an antiseptic wipe and looked up at her. "This might sting a bit."

She collected herself slightly and nodded, wiping her face. His hand fell on her knee to keep in in place and his other hand ran over the bleeding cup with the wipe.

He gently wiped the scrapes across her knee, which immediately got a reaction from her.

She hissed and tried to jerk her knee away, but his strong grip on her leg held it down. She let out a few painful whimpers.