Hurt/comfort one-shot! I appreciate tips. Enjoy :)

Kat was late. She was supposed to return three hours ago. W. W. Hale the Fifth sat on the lavish couch staring into the lit fireplace. He heard the quietest squeak coming from the door. Kat approached the living room slowly.

"You're late."

Kat nodded. Her body made a small grimace that only Hale could notice. His anger turned into a worried expression.

"Kat, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," she said taking in a short breath that left her face in pain. Her eyes started to drop as her legs gave out beneath her.

"Kat!" Hale yelled as he scooped up the small girl in his arms. Quickly he ran upstairs and into his bedroom. Gently he laid Kat down on the king sized bed. He placed his hands on either side of her face.

"Kat, what happened," Hale demanded desperately.

Her eyes started to water and her body began to tremble. She took a shaky breath.

"Taccone."

Hale's jaw clenched picturing the photos Taccone took, keeping track of their crew.

"It hurts Hale."

His attention returned to Kat. "I need to see how badly you're injured." The girl nodded in reply.

He unbuttoned her jacket tossing it on a nearby chair. He saw the blood soaking through her shirt. He started to lift the shirt off of her. Kat let out a small whimper of pain. "I'm sorry Kat, I'll try not to hurt you," he said.

Again he lifted the shirt up and over her head. His eyes widened at the bloody gashes and bruises across her stomach. He continued and unbuttoned her jeans slowly, sliding them down, careful not to hit any scrapes or bruises. He put the bloody clothes on the floor.

"Ohh Kat," Hale said softly.

"I tried to get away but his goons stopped me and he...he..."

"Shh Kat it's okay. You're safe now." His eyes were filled with worry as he traced her cheek with his thumb.

"Come on we need to clean you up," Hale said as he lifted her off the bed and carried her into the connected bathroom. He closed the door with his foot. Carefully he set her upright onto the counter. He turned the water on in the tub and grabbed soap and a washcloth from the cabinet. He removed his shirt revealing a six pack. Kat turned away her face turning a light shade of red. Hale turned off the water and turned towards Kat. He put his arm under her legs and his other arm supported her middle then set her down into the warm water. He knelt beside the tub and grabbed the soap and washcloth.

"I'm going to clean your cuts. Tell me if I hurt you, okay?"

Kat nodded as Hale lathered the washcloth with soap. He lightly rubbed the washcloth on her arm. Kat was relieved that she had her bra and underwear on. He moved on to her stomach where the cuts were the worst. Kat took deep breaths enjoying the warm water. She flinched slightly at a deep cut on her shoulder and Hale kissed her temple. He skimmed her chest with the cloth cleaning the gashes. Then he brushed the cloth against her legs careful not to hit the bruises too hard. He stopped just above the knee not going any further. He pulled the plug and grabbed a towel from the counter. She took Hale's hand and he wrapped her in the towel. He shut the bathroom door and entered the room. He grabbed a t-shirt and sweatpants from his dresser as Kat dried off. She put on his shirt that came down to her mid-thigh. Hale held out the sweatpants as Kat held on to his shoulders. He slid them up to her hips. Kat yawned while Hale lightly laughed and guided her to his bed. She got under the covers while he tucked her in.

"Night, Kat," he said as he turned to leave.

"No," Kat said in a small voice. "Please stay with me."

Hale smiled and got under the covers with her. She rested her head on his chest while he carefully put his arm over her waist.

"Thank you for helping me," Kat said in a tired voice.

"Anything for you," Hale said stroking her damp hair.