BBS One-Shots

Bandages

Craig sighed, handing Tyler an ice pack for his face. Craig gently grabbed the arm that Tyler wasn't using to hold the ice; it was his left arm. He wiped off the blood on his knuckles and then bandaged them. He'd clearly punched someone at some point, then he'd just as clearly been punched. Craig made Tyler switch the hand he was holding the ice pack with, then he cleaned up his hand like he'd done with the other, then bandaged it. He let Tyler's hand drop to his side after he was done. Having some oddly extensive medical training helped Craig with this, and the amount of times he'd done it before helped too.

Craig lifted up Tyler's shirt, relived to see no red marks or any forming bruises. He was thankful Tyler hadn't been hit in the chest so he wouldn't have to waste more of the roll of bandages that he held in his hand.

"You're lucky you didn't get hit in the stomach or the chest, Tyler," Craig muttered. He let out a breath, taking a step away from the bruised man. "You need to stop getting into fights, I mean it. It's not good for your body to get beaten on so often."

Tyler just smirked and kissed the op of Craigs head. "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, Doc."

Craig sighed. "I'm not kidding Tyler. If you don't stop coming home like this I'll stop helping you. You put yourself into too much danger, and I can't go on having someone I love go onto the streets at night, trying to help people, just to get pounded on."

"If it makes you feel any better," Tyler started, smiling at Craig.

"I don't care, Tyler," Craig interrupted, putting his hands in the air slightly, obviously annoyed that the man wasn't listening. "Just, please, be more careful, okay?"

Tyler grinned at Craig. He kissed Craig, then left him alone in the kitchen. Craig's eyed followed Tyler as he left the room. Craig turned around and wiped the blood off of the table he and Tyler had been sitting at. If Tyler would have looked back to the man who had just patched him up, he would see a look of rejection and sorrow on his face. He hated this. He hated it so much, but Tyler wouldn't listen.

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Tyler hissed as Craig pressed his hand down onto his chest. Craig sighed, continuing to press down despite Tyler's audible protests.

"That hurts," Tyler grumbled as Craig moved his hand, pressing down on a different spot.

"Then you shouldn't of gotten into another fight, dumbass," Craig grumbled. He pressed down on another spot on Tyler's chest, maybe a little too hard, and Tyler recoiled, hissing at the pain of Craigs touch.

"Don't move," Craig snapped, pressing down again. He made sure not to press as hard this time. He moved his hand away from Tyler's chest.
Craig had already bandaged Tyler's cheek and his knuckles, as well as the few, small knife cuts he had on his abdomen; he was now checking over Tyler's ribs.

"Anything broken?" Tyler asked Craig, curious to see if he had gotten something that might stop him from going out the next night.

"Luckily for you, no. You've just got some bruises on your chest. Ice it, like usual, and you'll be perfectly fine," Craig said. He walked over to the freezer and then walked back to Tyler handed him an ice pack. "You know how long to keep it on. If you don't remember, then go google it, dumbass."

Tyler smiled, pecking Craig on the cheek. "Thanks, babe." Craig gave him a small, fake smile, but Tyler had already turned and left by the time it hit Craig's face.

Craig didn't say anything. He turned his back to Tyler's receding form, feeling a slight stinging in his eyes. He rubbed at his eyes, knowing very well it wasn't the exhaustion he wished it was.