You sat on you desk, glaring harshly at Jake who was holding a box of medical supplies.
"Come on (Y/N), let me help!" He whined.
"I can do it myself Peralta." You muttered.
Grabbing the box from his hands, you rushed your way to the woman's toilets and stood in front of the mirror, taking in your disheveled appearance.
Your lip was bleeding, and there was a small cut on your cheek, some blood trickled down from your nose and a bruise was starting to form on your head.
Groaning, you ripped the box open and grabbed the stuff you needed before slowly tending to your wounds, hissing when you touched one of the open cuts.
There was a knock on the door and it was pushed open slightly, Jakes head peeped in with his eyes closed.
"Is it empty?" He whispered.
"Yes."
He snapped his eyes and walked open, walking over to you. He took the antiseptic wipe from your hand and tilted your head towards him, gently dabbing it on your lip making you hiss.
"Sorry..." he mumbled.
He stayed quiet, focused entirely of dealing with your injuries. You kept your gaze on anything but him.
"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to get you hurt.."
"Part of the job." You shrugged.
You two were following a lead, and got into a fight with the two perps, while Jake was arresting his, yours head butted you as you were cuffing him and punched you in the face making you stumble.
It wasn't so bad, you still arrested the guy.
"Still, I should've helped you with yours."
"Listen, it's not your fault. At the end of he day it could've been a lot worse, we still got them." You smiled softly, only to hiss in pain.
Jake laughed a little bit the smile quickly fell from his face.
He brought his hand up to your cheek and gently pressed his palm to your skin, running his thumb up and down.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
Sighing, you covered his hand with yours and nodded your head.
"Jake, really, I'm fine. It's just a few small cuts and bruises."
He nodded and went back to tending to your wounds.
This time you looked at him, his brown eyes intently watching to what he was doing, his hands being careful and gentle, trying to not to hurt you anymore than you were.
He placed a places over to cut on your cheek, and cleaned the cut on your lip once more before placing everything down.
"I promise I'll protect you next time."
"We can't protect everyone, you know that. Sometimes we have no control over what happens, just stop blaming yourself."
Reaching up, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a hug, letting him bury his face into the crook of your neck, his arms winding wound your waist.
"I don't want anything to happen to you." He whispered.
"I know you don't." You softly replied.
Both of you stayed like that for a few minutes, you know Jake needed this more than you. Yes, it was only minor, but you knew he was still scared and upset, he didn't want to lose you, or have you getting hurt.
He wanted to protect you, and he blamed himself for you little injuries. That's the kind of person Jake Peralta was, he wanted to protect you from everything, he'd get upset if you got so much as a paper cut.
That's one of the reasons you loved him so much, yes he was stupid most of the time, careless, goofy, but he also cared no matter what, even if he didn't always show it to anyone
