Robin had warned Gangrel, time and time again, against picking her up and carrying her in his arms. Not because she disliked it. No, she enjoyed it well enough, but he didn't know how to do it properly. He always lifted with his back or twisted around too quickly. One of these days, Gangrel was going to hurt himself.
That day had finally come.
After a meeting with Chrom and Frederick, Robin returned to the tent she shared with Gangrel and was caught by surprise when she was suddenly swept off her feet. Face-to-face with her smirking husband, she had just enough time to glare at him before his expression suddenly shifted from being mischievous to alarmed.
Next thing she knew, Robin was lying on top of Gangrel. She was fine, but he was flat on his back and grimacing in pain.
Getting off of him and sitting on her knees, she asked, "Are you okay?"
"…No…" he responded after trying to move, only to wince and groan.
"Did you hurt yourself?"
"…Yes…"
"Where are you hurt?"
"…Back…"
Robin sighed, saying, "I told you so." Then she stood up and brushed the dirt from her breeches. "Wait there and I'll get someone to come help."
Gangrel looked up at her with a grin. "Unless the Risen come after me, I don't think I could move, sweetheart."
Chuckling softly, Robin turned and left the tent, eventually returning with Libra, who then helped her get Gangrel onto their bed. Her husband did not appreciate having to move—"Gods above, don't be so rough!"—but it was better than him remaining on the ground.
After listening to what had happened and doing a quick examination, the corners of Libra's mouth lifted in amusement. "It is likely that you injured a muscle in your back," he told Gangrel. "You will have to rest in bed for a while, but it will heal."
"How do I make my back feel less like someone is sticking a dagger in me?" Gangrel asked, scowling.
"Avoid sitting and standing unless absolutely necessary for a day or so, but you will have to do some exercises if you really want it to heal. Also, there are things Robin can do to help." Libra looked to Robin. "Massages and cloths soaked in hot or cold water, depending on what he needs, will help him a great deal."
"Thank you, Libra," said Robin with a nod of her head.
"You're welcome. I'll pray for his swift recovery, but I must return to my work now."
"Of course." Robin held the tent flap open to allow Libra to leave and then went to sit beside Gangrel on the bed. "Shall I get the water and cloths now or would you prefer a massage first?"
Gangrel thought it over before replying. "Massage… Ugh, that means I have to move again, doesn't it?"
Robin smiled softly. "Yes, but I'll help you…"
After helping him roll over onto his stomach, Robin removed Gangrel's cape and lifted his shirt up so that she could clearly see his back. When she placed her hands there, she felt him tense up and heard him let out a pained hiss, but proceeded when he managed to say, "Okay, now."
Starting off gently, Robin warmed up his back muscles by running her hands up and down along his spine. Then, once she was satisfied with her work and he seemed more relaxed, Robin focused her attention on the area that was causing the problem in the first place. She increased the pressure and rubbed and kneaded the muscles firmly, eliciting stifled moans of relief from Gangrel, which made her smile.
When she was finally done, Robin tugged Gangrel's shirt back in place and stood up to kiss him on the forehead before going to get the water and cloths, as promised. "I'll be back soon, love," she whispered.
Gangrel mumbled an acknowledgement, but, as it was, he was fairly out of it.
Author's Note:
Hello, everyone! I've fallen for the Trash King and decided to share my love with you by writing about him being stupid and hurting himself just so Robin could take care of him. You're welcome.
Remember, always lift with your knees and avoid sudden, twisting movements. But, in case you don't and things go wrong, hopefully you know someone who will be kind enough to give you a good back rub.
Cheers,
Brenna Snow