Hey, anyone who cares? Is there anyone out there who remembers me? Fanfiction's drawn me in again. I hate that about me-my lack of willpower.

Yes, I have been working on original stuff but I have missed PUBLISHING my fanfiction. I'm going to write up a load of Soul Eater drabbles, I think, where the characters are completely OOC, but I'll do my best to fix that. Also overhauling my other works and planning to write actual stories again, but first I want to see how much I can do with all the stuff I have up my sleeve.

Don't own Soul Eater-never will.

First Aid

"Sit still Soul!" Maka ordered, dabbing the cut-one of many- on his cheek with and bandage soaked in disinfectant.

"I can't help it! It stings!" Soul protested.

"How is it, Soul," Maka starts, turning over one of his hands to look at the cuts lacerating his palm and inspect them for glass splinters utilizing a magnifying glass "That cool guys like never even flinch in a fight, or complain when they get thrown through windows, but when a girl tends to your 'grievous' wounds, suddenly you wince at the gentlest of touches?"

"I'd hardly call these gentle," Figuring he's already injured enough already, Maka ignored that comment, and continued to dab at his hands with the scrap of bandage and Soul-as if to prove her point- winced nearly every time she was even in the vicinity of a cut, armed with the disinfectant. Maka wrapped bandages around his palms and tightened them.

"There, you big baby, all done," she patted his white hair in a patronizing way, grinning. Soul frowned, pissed off, and turned to leave. Maka stopped him. "Soul, I know that I normally do my own minor injuries, but my back hurts and I can't reach-well whatever it is. Could you- just this once?"

"Sure- Jesus, Maka."

"What? What's wrong?" Maka craned her neck, attempted to look at the injury for the first time, only to discover that whatever way her skin pulls when she does that is not comfortable. At all.

"There's a huge shard of glass embedded in your back,"

"So? Just pull it out Soul," She rolled her eyes, "It's not very deep, it doesn't hurt enough for that," Still really hurts though, Soul can tell, how the hell didn't he notice this already. It's fucking massive. Soul wraps his already bandaged, and slightly clumsy because of it, fingers of his right hand around the glass and braces the other hand against the Maka's back.

"Ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be," Maka gripped the edge of the countertop, and gritted her teeth.

There was no count, Soul just yanked the shard out and placed it on the counter.

"That's pretty impressive," Maka admitted, the bloodstained shard was about three inches in length.

"Yeah, whatever, now hurry up and take off your top,"

Maka blushed, a bright ruby colour that endeared her to Soul, but she took off her coat and sweater vest quickly, her fingers yanked at her tie and stumbled over the buttons of her blouse. She stood in the kitchen in her bra and shirt, impatiently waiting for Soul to clean the wound. He used the magnifying glass and tweezers to remove the two smaller pieces of glass that broke in the wound near her blue-and-white polka-dot bra strap. He also pulled out some threads from her blouse. He thoroughly disinfected it, but he was pretty rough about it- he can't ever call her about out about not being gentle again. It wasn't as shallow as Maka made out-in fact any deeper and Soul'd be taking her to the Emergency Room. But he tapes it up and doesn't voice his opinion. Maka's too stubborn to go through all that hassle for a little scratch. He stuck the largest gauze pad he could find over it.

"It'll probably scar-but scars are cool." He reassured her, Maka just shrugged. She winces though, that shrug was costing her.

Maka pulled on her bloodied blouse, but the buttons are harder to do than undo, she blushed furiously at Soul staring at her thoughtfully while she struggled. Should he help? She was also a little hurt and that's it's only thoughtful and not in a sexual way, but extremely relieved at the same time. It was a little confusing.

Soul leaves the room and returns with her pyjamas.

"It'll make things easier, and it's not like either of us are in any fit state to go anywhere tonight."

Maka motioned for Soul to turn away as she pulled on the bottoms, frowning with pain whenever she accidentally overextends herself.

"Soul?"

"Can I look now?"

"Can you do my buttons?" Maka blushed even brighter than before, and Soul swallowed his blush quickly and got to work.

"Do you want to watch a movie?"

They chose a film that they both liked, a comedy about two friends and a video rental store. Despite how awkward they were during the first aid, when Maka was shirtless-they both fall asleep with ease during the film, curled together on the couch.

Quite short, but I expect I'll get longer drabbles eventually. Please, tell me if you liked it, if you didn't, and most of all why you did or didn't.