Chick Habit

Kaylor: "I'm so wet." No, you're drenched."

A/N: Taylor and Karlie...Play doctor 😏

I don't own Grey's Anatomy, obviously......

TW for the following: Accidental injury, cut, blood, sprained ankle, wounds and wound care

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"I'm so wet." Karlie said it through gritted teeth as she made another attempt to sit up. Just as before however, her girlfriend gently pushed her back down. Karlie could tell the singer was biting the inside of her cheek to resist cracking a smile.

"No, you're drenched;" she responded and Karlie would've rolled her eyes if it wasn't for the searing pain hitting again as Taylor went back to her diligent cleaning process.

"You're laughing at me, you promised not to laugh!" Karlie said instead and Taylor lowered her head, either to focus on what she was doing or to hide another smile.

"I'm sorry, I'm not laughing at you, it was just the phrasing..." Taylor said as she looked back up with raised eyebrows.

Karlie still wasn't amused. "I don't know if you've noticed, but it's fucking pouring outside and-"

"I know, hold still," Taylor said and then Karlie bit down against the burn yet again.

It's just water she reminded herself, she'd repeatedly assured her it wasn't necessary, but Taylor insisted on taking proper care of the injury.

"Please Tay," She said, tone softer now as the wave of agony left her for the time being, "I just want to get out of these soaked clothes."

"I know baby, I know." Taylor's voice was calm and soft and for the first time that night Karlie felt calm too, less embarrassed even. "But I've got to clean you up first," Taylor continues, "this mess might get infected if we leave it too long..."

"Yes, nurse..." Karlie said with a silly wink.

"That's Doctor Swift to you, Miss..." Taylor retorted without missing a beat and glad that the serious mood had finally let up Karlie grinned.

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was in an episode of Grey's..."

"You may as well be," Taylor said flatly, humor dry as ever, "I still don't understand what happened!" She'd started bandaging Karlie's ankle now, but looked up from her work clearly awaiting an explanation.

"I told you, I'm not sure, I just know I was running and then I was bleeding and it wouldn't stop. I must've cut myself on something on the stupid pole." Taylor's worry line was back between her eyes.

"Are you sure I shouldn't call security to take you to the ER so they can check for sprains? I don't think it is sprained but I could be wrong or-"

"Yes," Karlie interrupted for the umpteenth time, "I appreciate your concern Daisy, but it's just a little scratch."

"Karlie," Taylor exclaimed, not a trace of irony in her dramatic tone, "that is a flesh wound!"

"Well," Karlie said easily, "then it's just a flesh wound."

Taylor rolled her eyes at this, but kept her composure, "okay I walked into that one, someone else I know recently walked into-"

"Okay, shut up" Karlie protested and this time she got to her feet with no attempts from Taylor to keep her on her back, the singer was too busy laughing.

"It's not funny," Karlie pouted as she tried not to lean too heavily on her left foot and seeing her in that position seemed to bring Taylor's mirth back down.

"You're right, it's not, are you sure we shouldn't-?"

"Yes..."

"I just want my baby safe," Taylor said as she reached for Karlie to give her someone to lean on, but the injured woman was already limping towards their bedroom with as much dignity and composure as she could muster hopping like a rabbit.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"To change..."

"Do you need any help?" Taylor asked teasingly as she came up to snake her arm around Karlie's waist and ease the latter's way into the other room. Smirking Karlie looked down.

"Well Doctor Swift, if you insist..."

"I'm here to help, Miss Kloss, I don't want any more poles taking you by surprise!"

"I hate you," Karlie muttered under her breath, laughter in the annoyance.

Taylor leaned up for a kiss, holding Karlie steady by the waist.

"I'm glad you're safe," she mumbled against Karlie's lips, "you scared me..."

"I know, I'm sorry" Karlie breathed back and Taylor pulled her closer, not caring how wet her girlfriend's clothes were.

"Don't do that again..."