Multi Fandom Reader Inserts #3

Sting - Archie Hicox

You weren't sure when, but at some point, you had obtained a rather decent sized cut on your leg; it was between your knee and ankle, around a few millimetres deep, no bigger than a lighter, in the shape of a jagged piece of meat, it didn't hurt, it didn't even sting, and the only reason you even knew you had it was because the scab that formed over the wound had been knocked off, causing it to bleed a fair bit.

"Archie," you called, resting your bleeding leg on the coffee table, as not to spill any blood onto the floor. "Have we got any antiseptic?"

"What on earth for, darling?" Archie's voice called back from the kitchen, filled with curiosity but overwhelmed with concern.

"My leg," you explained nonchalantly. "It's bleeding."

"What?" He rushed into the living room and knelt beside the coffee table, resting the bottle of scotch he had gone to fetch beside your foot. "Darling, what happened?"

"I don't know," you admitted, reaching for the scotch and opening it. "Mind if I use your scotch, Archie?"

"Be careful," he sighed, knowing there was no talking you out of it. "It will-"

"Sting," you seethed as you poured a little bit of the alcohol onto the wound. "Fetch me some tissue paper, please?"

"Of course," Archie nodded, reluctantly heading back into the kitchen while you proceeded to pour the alcohol onto your leg, hoping it would clean it out; he returned a few seconds later and began to dab the tissues onto your wound, helping you clean it up once you had finished with the scotch. "You owe me a bottle of scotch now." You knew he was joking, which was why you chuckled with him.

"I do," you mused with a smile. "But I don't have any on me right now, can I make it up to you some other way?"

"When your leg's healed," he chucked the used tissue paper away and examined your leg closely. It would scab over in a matter of days. "Then you can."