Tw: little gore, stitching up, smidge of horny
Something brushed my cheek. I hummed, teetering on the edge of consciousness.
"Sunshine," Lloyd whispered, gently rousing me from my slumber. He nudged me with his nose again. "I need your help."
I peeled back my heavy eyelids and set him with a blurry, discombobulated stare. I could barely see him in the dark of my room. He was nothing more than a pale, fuzzy blob of a face.
"Yeah..." I sighed as I sat up. I rubbed my eyes and blinked hard, trying to focus my vision. "M' up. Wha's wrong?"
"I, uh..." Lloyd trailed off, glancing down at the towel clutched tight to his hip. His other hand was holding onto his bicep. "I can't patch myself up alone."
"'Kay," I said with a yawn. My feet kicked back my covers and I stumbled upright, leading the way down the hall to the bathroom. "How bad is it?"
"'Bout a seven out of ten," Lloyd replied with a shrug. He winced at the action. I made a thoughtful sound in my throat before rolling my stiff neck.
The ninja were on a high stakes mission with some high-time downtown black market criminals who raised a pretty penny selling stolen goods. They'd been on the ninja's radar for some time, but the criminals were as slippery as they were morally inept. Every time the team managed to spot the group, they'd cause a major distraction and slip away before any arrests could be made.
It was driving them mad.
Then, just the other day, the police finally got a tip off from an inside man. We were all a little baffled when the commissioner of police got in contact with Wu about teaming up with the ninja, as the old man wasn't adverse with promoting his dislike of the team - nevertheless, the secret ninja force was on it.
They left at three in the afternoon to bring them in.
It was now four-thirty in the morning.
Needless to say, it took a lot longer than expected.
Lloyd dutifully took his seat on the toilet lid, clutching his injuries tightly. I stared at him blankly for a few seconds.
"Oh, my god," I muttered to myself as I manually forced my sleepy body to move. "I am not awake at all."
Lloyd replied with a small, weary chuckle.
Shuffling over to where we kept the first aid kit under the sink, I grabbed it out and stumbled back to Lloyd. He watched as I set it down and started rummaging through the contents.
"Stitches?" I began to query before getting cut off by a loud yawn. Despite the discomfort on Lloyd's face, his lips still twitched into a tiny smile.
"Not on my arm," he replied. "Just my hip. That one's pretty deep."
I hummed in acknowledgment before twisting around and grabbing the small emergency towel. I held it out before his hand over his bicep.
"Ready?"
Lloyd gave a nod. He released his bloodied glove and I swooped in to stop the bleeding with the towel.
"What happened to your medical wraps?" I murmured. Usually he kept them on him and would hastily wrap any injuries he had before heading home.
"The others were worse off," Lloyd replied nonchalantly as he worked his dirty glove off single-handedly. "They needed it more than I did."
"Who, the team?" I asked in alarm, eyes flickering up to Lloyd's unmasked face. My hands froze on the gauge wrap I was currently unreeling. "Are they alright?"
"Not them," he corrected with a tired smile. He leant his head back against the wall and closed his green eyes. "The traders."
My hands fell to my lap.
"You gave up your medical wrap for the guys you were fighting?"
Lloyd shrugged. I watched his exhausted, dirtied, sweaty face for a long, few seconds before resuming my job. He really did astound me sometimes. All the time.
After removing the towel, I was quick to disinfect the injury and slap on some honey healing ointment that Nya once recommended. While I wrapped his arm firmly and securely, Lloyd opened his eyes again.
"This is our last day together," he murmured.
My hands faltered. He tilted his head to look down at me.
I really didn't need the reminder.
"Y/n?" Lloyd whispered.
"Stop," I said hoarsely. "I don't- I don't want to think about it."
My hand shook and it janked the wrap. I whispered a curse to myself before undoing the previous loop to try again.
When I tied off the end and made sure the bandage wouldn't slip, Lloyd's free hand landed on my head.
I paused.
His warm palm gently caressed down the side of my face before lifting my downwards chin. My gaze hesitantly found his, red in barely-constrained emotion. It was if everything he was feeling was swimming in his eyes.
"Do you want to know why I want to marry you so badly?" he murmured, voice barely audible.
