5SOS Imagines vol. 2

You Hurt Yourself And He Takes Care Of You-MC

QOTD: I may have asked this already but have any of you gone(or are going to) a SLFL show??
AOTD: I went to the one at the Forum in LA/Inglewood. I was in the front (sorta) on Michael's side. It was magical. I even ran into Michael!! He was so nice lol I just looked at him and then he noticed me and said hello. We exchanged a couple sentences as he was walking past. I cried afterward LOL

YOUR POV

I walked through the door, well more like stumbled, and sat down on the couch. I had fallen on my run. I stuck through it and made it back to my house, but it was difficult. I landed on my knee, scraping it, and I'm pretty sure I did more damage to it than that because it was almost impossible to walk. And of course, now that I am sitting down, I won't be able to get back up.

"Michael," I shouted to my boyfriend. I hear footsteps rushing down the hall and then he appeared in the lounge room.

"What?" He said and as I watched his eyes wander over to my injured knee that was scraped and bleeding. "What the hell happened?"

"I tripped and fell on my run, ok? Now please get me a wet towel and something to clean this with. It hurts like a bitch."

Michael rushed to the bathroom and returned with some disinfectant and antibacterial cream. I then went to the kitchen and brought back a cool wet towel. He pressed the towel to my knee and I winced at the pressure. "This is a pretty bad scrape, sweetheart. How did you fall?"

"I honestly don't know," I said. "I think the side walk was shifted; one part was bigger than the other, ya know? And I tripped on the part that was risen." Michael took the towel off. It wasn't bleeding anymore, thank god. "But I think I did more than just scrape it 'cause I could hardly walk back. I landed straight on it."

"Here," he said and extended my knee, resting my foot on the coffee table. I winced again and sucked in a breath. "How bad did that hurt?"

"Ehh, it hurts more when I put pressure on it."

"Hmm," he considered. "Put your other leg next to it." I did as he said. He examined both my knees and said, "I think it's a little swollen. When I finish cleaning it, I'll put a bandage on the part that's still bleeding and then ice it." I nodded as he reached for the disinfectant. He placed some on a cotton ball and pressed it to the wound. I winced once again. "Did anybody see you fall?"

"No. Thank god."

"Is it bad that I'm a little upset that I didn't get to see it," he asked, chuckling.

I punched his arm. "Yes. Yes it is. But I did laugh myself, so.... Well, I laughed until I realized I couldn't walk," I laughed nervously. Michael finished with the disinfectant and rubbed some antibacterial cream on.

"Don't worry, Princess. I'll get you fixed up. If your knee isn't better by the morning. We'll go to the doctor," he told me and kissed my head. I smiled at him. He placed a bandage on my knee and then left to get an ice pack.

"Thank you," I said when he returned and place it on my knee.

"Anything for you," he said and sat next to me. "Wanna watch a movie?"

"Uh, duh," I said.

"Alright, alright," he laughed.

Michael wrapped an arm around my shoulders and then clicked on Deadpool. It was our favorite to watch together. He turned my head so I was looking at him and then he kissed my lips softly. "I love you," he murmured.

"I love you too," I murmured back.