Title: Cast
Summary: Albert Wesker was trying to convince himself that Christopher Redfield did not know any better. ...But certain circumstances made it harder to believe...
Disclaimer: I own nothing at all.
Warnings: A quick one-shot with a few swears and mentions of blood thrown in. Slight implied yaoi, could be read without even noticing it, though. ...And Chris being Chris.
It was not his fault; there was no possible way that the rookie could have stopped himself.
Captain Wesker repeated this in his mind over and over again as said rookie drove him to the hospital. He knew it was broken; the broken bone was sticking though his arm. A compound fracture. Redfield was rambling at a mile a minute even as he filled out his own paperwork and he was sorely tempted to either have the doctors sew his mouth shut or he would find a way to shut it himself.
Honestly, it was a broken arm not a ticking time bomb.
The blonde was thanking his lucky stars when they were separated and pulled into different rooms. The nurse smiled sweetly at him before asking just how he had managed to fall down the stairs. After informing her that it was the over stimulated rookie that was currently seated in another examination room who was the cause of it, the woman looked puzzled before leaving the room to find a doctor. Once she left, the blonde Captain looked down at the edge of bloody bone that was sticking out of his arm in an odd fascination.
It was not his fault; Christopher could not stop himself.
The rookie was still new to the department...
It was not his fault.
He did not need to be punished.
He was certain that the brunette man did not mean to tackle him down the front steps of the police department. Granted, the man repeatedly apologized for breaking his arm on the ride to the hospital, he had not once mentioned that he was sorry for actually tackling him down the stairs. So what if he had gotten the rookie a gift for his birthday. That was no reason to be tackled down the damned stairs.
...At least Christopher had gotten a few scraped limbs out of it.
Once the doctor had arrived and examined the room, he was rushed to surgery. The next thing he knew, Captain Wesker found himself opening his eyes to see Christopher Redfield leaning over him and grinning happily. "...What are you doing?" he asked dryly, feeling satisfied when the rookie jumped and looked momentarily ashamed before smiling at him.
"I was signing your cast," Chris said before showing him the Sharpie that he was holding. Looking down, the blonde winced at the sight of the neon blue that met his eyes, the rookie's name scrawled largely down the middle of the new cast. "They ran out of white so I chose this one; thought you would like blue better." Raising an eyebrow at him, the blonde man stared at him evenly, making the other man squirm uncomfortably. "It was either baby blue or hot pink!"
Well...maybe the rookie was not completely incompetent.
"Good choice, Christopher," Albert said as he continued to stare at the man with marker. "...If you drew on anything but that cast, I will find out and you will be punished."
"Oh, uh...n-no! Of course not, Captain!"
...Oh, he was so going to get punished if he wrote something on his face...
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