Beatles Imagines (Slow Uploads) [Temporarily Discontinued]

Bandaid? (John)

Good day/night whatever time it is. Sorry, I took a bit of a break. This has nothing to do with any John series things I started. I was stressing about how to do them so I stepped back. Hope you understand. Anyway.. enjoy the short story.
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"Ow," My hand shot away from the open notebook I had just tried to grab. Instantly my finger flew up towards my face so I could squint at the damage. My thumb moved a bit as my unsteady hand didn't allow me to see what the hell was going on with my fingers. There were five marks, almost evenly spaced and red with blood and irritated skin. The smallest paper cuts but they stung like mad and were deep enough for blood.

I sighed, quite loudly in annoyance. Paper cuts were a rare occurrence but when in possession of them, it was a burden and a half. I ran my hand under the tap before calling out to my boyfriend. "John!"

"Yes, Love?" His voice came from the living room, where he was reading on the couch. His thick-framed glasses sat quite low on his nose but he fixed them as he looked up at me entering the room. 

"Do you know if we have any bandaids?" 

"What for?" His head tilted. It always tilted when he asked me a question.

"I was just gonna throw them around." I rolled my eyes sarcastically. "I cut my finger, John."

"On?" His head tilted again. He ignored my sarcastic remark.

"Paper." A quick response whilst I looked at my in pain finger.

"Lemme see." He reached out his hand in a gesture for me to walk over. Which I did. Holding out my cut finger for him to grab.

"This isn't answering my question on whether or not we have bandaids." He ignored me, holding my hand in his and looking at my thumb. His glasses slid down his nose again. I could see his eyes crinkling as he looked at my thumb.

"It's not even bleeding."

"It was."

"Well, you don't need a bandaid then if it isn't bleeding."

"Thanks for the analysis Doctor. I want to cover it."

"You're fine. How'd you feel about getting dinner tonight? A last moment of freedom before I have to go record the new album." He fixed his glasses and looked at me with the head tilt.

"I'd love to but if this is your ploy to get me to forget about my thumb, you've failed." 

"Damnit. I'll try harder next time."

Oh hooo that was SHORT,  I apologize. I didn't know what to do for this chapter and I just needed to update. Leave some prompts and suggestions for me so I can do better updates for these.

Stay Lovely :)