Patching you up
Summary: After a mission Steven and Connie are a little banged up.
Both are teenagers
(No ones pov)
Connie and Steven were sitting on his bed inside the temple. Steven held Connie's arm out wrapping her upper arm in gauze, while Connie dabbed Steven's cheek with rubbing alcohol to disinfect a cut.
"Connie you need to be a little more careful next time any deeper of a cut and you might have needed stitches." He paused his wrapping to look at her, just in time to see her smirk. "Steven with out me today you probably have more than just a cut on your cheek."
He smiled, rolled his eyes, and finished wrapping her arm. "Yes but at least you wouldn't have such a nasty cut. Maybe you should go see a doctor about it." "Steven my mom's a doctor." "Oh right, so what are you going to tell them this time?" She got up off the bed and threw the cotton ball away. "That we were at the boardwalk in Funland and I got cut on a loose a nail." "You know you'll have to tell them eventually." "I know, and I will as soon as I know how." "Alright the sooner the better though."
She sat back down looking over his handy work. "Did you want me to put a band aid over your cut?" She asked looking back at him. "No. Fresh air won't hurt it." Connie nodded before falling back on the bed. "I'm exhausted." "Yeah that happens, after the exhilaration wears off." "You seem too be holding up fine." He shrugged. "I go on more missions, I'm use to it I guess."
She looked down at her arm. "You did a good job wrapping it." "I wish I didn't have to." She sighed. "Steven I'm not trying to get hurt. I'm not throwing myself in front of you to keep you out of a fight. We're fighting as a team. I just wasn't quick enough to block when I should have." He looked down. "I know but its not easy for me to see you hurt. We're partners. I care about you. Your my jam, Without you I would be boring and dry."
She laughed. Sitting up she rested her forehead against his. "And your my biscuit, without you I would be sticky and overly sweet." Steven sighed. "Just promise me that if that cut starts bothering you you'll see your mom about it." "I promise. I don't like seeing you hurt either, I care about you too you know?" "I know." He whispered. They closed their eyes, enjoying the peaceful moment.