Its short, yes. But that just means that you have a little extra time to leave a review.
Title: A Little Help
Author: Yours truly
Part: 1/1
Rating: PG
Why: Language (though really its nothing much)
Summary: Spot displays his stubbornness. Please R&R!
Disclaimer: don't own any of it. Thanks to Bittah for loaning me her character :o)
"You're bleeding idiot. Stop movin'!" Bittah ordered angrily while she tried to hold onto Spot's arm long enough to clean it.
"I can take care of it myself!" He snapped, yanking his arm away. He had to hold back a hiss of pain at the move, but he was free of Bittah's hold.
She stood and glared at him. "Its been fifteen minutes and haven't gotten anywhere." She reached out and grabbed his wrist again, this time in a tighter grip.
"Why're you so damn persistent?" He growled, flinching slightly when the wet cloth touched the wound.
"Cause it needs to be done and you can't do it yourself." She stated bluntly, ignoring his fierce scowl. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone that the great Spot Conlon needed a little help when he had a knife wound in his arm." She sat back on the bad, forcing him to follow to avoid her tugging his injured arm. "You know, most guys go runnin' to their girls so they can gain a little sympathy."
Spot was going to reply, but then thought better of it. It was true that a lot of the guys went to their girls, playing up their injuries to get them to 'make the pain go away'. He had never done that as he didn't want to look wear in front of anyone.
Setting the rag down, she inspected his arm carefully while continuing, "See? You can't even argue."
His scowl darkened , "I'm not weak and I can take care of myself." He ground out, "Besides, if I came crying to you, you'd probable cut the other arm."
She laughed at that. It was true. Not literally, but she sure as hell wouldn't give him any sympathy. Any injuries he had he usually deserved.
They both fell silent as Bittah finished wrapping the knife wound. "There. If you weren't such an ass about it that wouldn't have taken so long."
Another scowl crossed Spot's face and he yanked his arm away again. He stood to stalk out of the room and she just watched him with a smug look. He finally spun around at the door and strode back to her. He pulled her up and gave her a hard kiss.
When he pulled away they were both flushed, but he still turned and left the room. She shook her head and followed him, muttering about ungrateful males. Inwardly though, she recognized the kiss for the thank you that it was.
I'm not overly fond of the end. And I had intended on making it longer. But it came out better than I thought it would. I may slip this into a longer story, but I first I have to write it ;o)
Please review! Alohas!
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