Author's Note: This is based on an episode from The Big Bang Theory where Penny breaks her arm and Sheldon takes care of her
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Shizuo decided to stop by Name's place to invite her to a hotpot Celty and Shinra were holding at their place. Normally he wouldn't have bothered to go to a person's home and instead just send a message but to be frank, he wanted to see her.
However, for better or worse, at the very moment he raised his knuckles to knock on the door, a brief but loud sound-the combination of a gasp and a shriek echoed from inside the apartment.
Shizuo pulled back his arm reflexively "Name?"
A pained groan was her reply.
"Hold on!" In less than a second, the door burst free off its hinges when the former bartender effortlessly kicked it open before rushing inside. His heart was pacing and he could feel heat spread throughout his body. If she was being robbed or worse someone was about to get their head put through the wall.
"Name?" He called out, head swinging desperately around the room as he tried to look for any intruder or Name.
"In the bathroom!" She replied quickly.
Without hesitation, Shizuo hurried inside to the bathroom. Anger and worry immediately transformed into confusion and embarrassment.
Lying on the wet tiles was Name with nothing but her shower curtain covering her bare figure. She smiled sheepishly at him, her face was wet and water from the showerhead sprayed down on her like rain. Shizuo was trying his best not to let any blood spill from his nose as he attempted-and admittedly, kept failing-to look away from his crush.
"Hey" She greeted him cumbersomely with a weak grin.
He cleared his throat and shook his head, trying to focus "What happened? Are you okay?" The tap squeaked when he bent down and turned it off.
"I..." She struggled to explain, clearly embarrassed of the situation she got herself into "... I was taking a shower and... I slipped" She licked her teeth "And... I think-no, I'm quite certain that I've dislocated my shoulder. C-can you help me to the hospital?"
"M-me?" He pointed at himself, his ears reddening.
"C'mon, please?" She was almost begging "I don't think I can make it far with this busted shoulder"
He bit his lip and gulped "Alright" He knelt down, and slowly and carefully slipped an arm behind her back.
"Ow!" She cried softly when he accidentally nudged her shoulder as he helped her up her feet and kept the curtain around her.
"Sorry" He muttered.
"It's okay" She replied.
"I'll take you to Shinra's. It's closer than the hospital"
"Okay"
"Do you mind helping me put my clothes on?" She asked as they entered her bedroom.
Shizuo-still trying not to pass out from the feeling of moist skin on his fingertips and the memory of the young woman on the floor in a sensual position with a translucent curtain leaving too little for imagination-could only nod in response.
He set her down on the bed and walked towards the small white dresser near the windows. Before touching any drawer, he glanced at her as though asking permission despite her already indirectly having given it. She bobbed her head and he hesitantly pulled open a random drawer that was directly in front of him. Much to his chagrin, it was the one where she kept her bras. He threw it closed, almost knocking down the piece of furniture.
"I can't put on underwear so can you just get me some shorts and a top? Top-most drawers on the left" Name said, the blush on her cheeks were present even in the tone of her voice.
"... Okay" He said, swallowing as he pulled the shiny metal knob. Without thinking he grabbed the first thing he could get his hands on just so he wouldn't have to stare at any of her clothes and to get everything over with.
"I-is this g-good enough?" He faced her and held up an oversized scarlet and blue t-shirt along with a pair of cotton white shorts.
"Yeah, those are perfect. Please help me put them on" She stood up.
"S-seriously?"
"Yeah, I mean it's not like you're a stranger, right?" She was unintentionally making things worse for him but he felt touched that she trusted him.
"Alright, here" He stretched the shirt so that Name could put it on easier. He closed his eyes and patiently waited.
"...Oh, ow!" She whimpered.
"What is it?" He asked, eyes still shut.
"I can't put my... other arm through the sleeve" She explained.
"Here, let me..." He felt for her detached limb only to unintentionally grab... something entirely different.
"... Is this... your arm?" Shizuo asked, though he was quite sure of the answer.
The girl licked her teeth "Does it feel like an arm?"
"... No"
"... Then maybe you should let it go" She suggested awkwardly.
"Right" He instantly drew back his hands.
