qixotxc (Catra×Glimmer)

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She can’t be dying she’s probably fine.

She circled around the unconscious body for a good 15 minutes before reaching a decision.

Going against that decision she picked up the said body carrying it all the way back to her home.

The fight was not broadcasted everywhere, amd no paramedics or public folk didn’t come to get said hero it was strange they are normally accompanied by other heroes and at least 4 cameras.

“What am I doing, this is idiotic she is gonna freak ugh what am I supposed to do with a her after, did I even think this through”

The pink hair of the hero bounced up and down as she was being carried on someone’s shoulder.

Silently Catherine crept to her apartment room, hoping no creep was waiting in the elevator. Thankfully a creep wasn’t waiting there just a meth-head from down that smiled and walked out.

The door crept open letting Cathrine to relax a slight amount before her arms started to feel the strain of the girl on her arm plopping her on the armchair and leaving to find bandages and supplies she normally uses to clean her own wounds.

“I can use this against them say i have her and want something from them.” She paused putting rubbing alcohol on a cotton pad to clean her face wounds. “Fuck”

Taking the bloody and ripped “super-suit” off her disgusting body to get the worse injuries.

Having done this many times Catherine took it into her own hands to stitch the large stab, she had taken a crash course for medical needs required by every ‘anti-hero’ so no one needs to spend money or go to the hospital.

A scream came from the body after the second stitch started. “Shit, be quite fuck I have neighbors cover your mouth”

Muffled yelling continued until the knot was tied and she was still in obvious pain after and screamed when another layer of rubbing alcohol was rubbed into it before a bandage.

She quickly put a sweater on and pulled of her cat ears that were a distinguishable piece of her villain persona.

Glimmer sat up weakly and turned to face the other. “Who are you?”

“Whitney what’s it to ya?”

“Where am I” she passed over Catherine speaking  and continued the interrogation.

“Whitney’s crash pad and food holder”

“What am I doing here?”

“I was attending to your wounds then you woke up”
Silence dawned upon the women as Glimmer stopped questioning the other.

“I'll put some bandages on these and I’ll go get you a shirt”

Silence followed as Catherine cleaned and put bandages on her. Panic settled in as Catherine went to go search for a shirt the hero, keeping herself steady her mind continues to bug her about every issue with what she’s doing. Heading back into the room with some shirt’s Scorpia had left over at her place and was never getting back.

She found the other straining to get out of the chair she was placed in, “Sit down you’re not gonna get out of that chair, you’re gonna get hurt if you do. I have two shirts, this black one with boob pocket, and an ugly purple princess shirt you choose, or you can stay shirtless”

She crossed her arms sitting back into the chair looking to the TV mumbling about a black shirt. Catherine to that as the queue to throw the purple shirt over to the table walking over to the chair prepping the shirt to be put on.