Wounded - Erik Lehnsherr

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"Hold still," Erik growled, wrapping his fingers around your leg and keeping it in place as he tried to bandage the wound.

"I could punch you right now," you seethed, flinching when he poured antiseptic onto your leg. "This is your fault!"

"My fault?" He chuckled, raising an eyebrow and cleaning out the wound before wrapping the bandage around it at last.

"Yes!" You growled, attempting to stand up but falling right into his arms. "If you hadn't asked me to come, I wouldn't be in this mess."

"As I recall," Erik grinned, helping you to stand and kissing your temple. "It was your idea to not use any safety nets."

"Fuck off," you grumbled. "Thanks..."

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