Rewritten on February 26, 2015.
Bandage••
"Oh my gosh."
"Jc, chill."
"Oh. My. Gosh." He breathed again, eyeing the cut on your hand. You had somehow managed to cut yourself with the knife while chopping up some vegetables and Jc was freaking out from it.
"Jc it's a just a scratch." You reassured him but Jc wouldn't have it. It was a pretty funny scene, considering that in the morning Jc almost got in a fight with the cashier because Jc didn't like the way he was looking at you.
"Where's the first aid kit? Don't worry y/n I won't let you die!" He yelled and ran upstairs. You sighed and ran your hand under warm water, letting the water clean your cut. After a few seconds of rinsing, Jc came back with a very large first aid kit.
"Jc, I'm pretty sure that all I need is a bandaid." You told him as he took out a bandage roll, disinfecting spray, rubbing alcohol and white tape.
"We'll take you to the hospital right after this I promise!" He said, completely ignoring what you had just said a few seconds ago.
As Jc fumbled around with the bandage roll, you quickly crossed over and grabbed one of the Spider-Man bandaids that was in the first aid kit.
"Jc, I'm all better now." You said and waved your bandaged palm in front of his face. He glanced at your palm and then back at first aid kit before pointing an accusing finger at you.
"You didn't disinfect your cut!" He exclaimed and before you could protest, he quickly but gently, peeled off the bandaid and bathed the whole cut in rubbing alcohol and proceeded to spray your whole palm.
"Jc!" You whined when he put about half the bag of cotton balls on the cut and then wrapped it up not once but five times with the bandage roll and tapped it around various places, triple checking his handy work.
"Okay, I think that will do until we get to the hospital." He said and was about to go get his keys when you pulled him back with your non-bandaged hand.
"Jc, I'm fine. I'm perfectly fine! I think you did an amazing job!" You said and pointed to your hand. Jc just stood there, as if contemplating if your hand really was fine.
"Okay." He said finally giving in. You smiled and felt successful as you tugged Jc to the living room to watch a movie.
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A/N:I'm sorry it's short?
