Rogue winced as a whimper of pain escaped from her mouth. She should have just stayed in bed where it was warm and cozy and there was no blood. Instead she had come to the kitchen for a glass of water and now there was blood all over the kitchen floor.
Her blood in fact, which seemed to make it that much worse.
Thinking she knew her way around the kitchen she hadn't bothered to turn on the light. She had gotten a glass from the cupboard, filled it with water and then promptly dropped it on the floor sending water and shattered glass everywhere. Then, to top things off, when she had turned around to clean it up she had stepped on a large piece.
The shard was still currently imbedded in the heel of her foot. It had taken everything she had to scoot across the floor until she made it to the breakfast table and then she had to get herself up in the chair. She didn't even think about turning the kitchen light on until she was already seated.
She looked at the light switch forlornly, wishing it to turn itself on. And then it did. Rogue shut her eyes at the sudden brightness wondering how she had managed that.
"Rogue?"
Apparently she didn't manage anything.
Rogue blinked a couple of times until her eyes had adjusted and turned around to see that Gambit had walked in at the other end of the kitchen. He was staring at the pool of blood on the floor and then followed the trail she had made until finally landing on her. He checked her over with an unreadable expression.
"Wha' happened?"
She scowled at him. Of all the people in the mansion why did it have to be him? "Ah dropped my glass of water an' then stepped on a piece." She said and turned away from him to inspect her foot. All the while ignoring his shirtless body.
She could just barely hear the soft padding of his feet as he left the room. He returned several minutes later and took the seat next to her. She looked up to see that he had put on a pair of latex gloves and had a first aid kit with him. Rogue would never admit it, but she was thankful that he was going to take the glass out because she didn't know if she could force herself to look at it again.
He gently lifted her foot from her lap and moved it over to his. He leaned in and inspected it closely, moving her foot at different angles to best assess the situation.
"Doesn' look too deep." He said.
Gambit opened the first aid kit and pulled out tweezers and bandages. He prepared some cotton balls with antiseptic and set it to the side. Picking up the tweezers he sent her an apologetic look. Rogue let loose a yelp of pain when the glass slid out of her heel. Remy was quick with the cotton balls and she hissed when he pressed them tightly to the wound.
He took out an antiseptic wipe and started to clean the fresh and dried blood from her foot. When he got to the arch though her foot twitched away from him and he looked up questioningly to her.
"It tickled." She said defensively to which he only smirked in return and continued to clean the blood.
Once that was done he quickly placed the thick bandage on her heel before she started to bleed again. Then, to make sure it stayed in place, he wrapped her foot up in an ace bandage. If he hadn't come along when he did she probably would have stayed down in the kitchen all night until someone found her in the morning.
"Jus' stay here an' Ah'll help ya get back ta bed, Cherie." He said, gathering up the things from the table.
She said nothing and propped her foot up on the chair he had just vacated that was still warm with his heat. He moved about the kitchen sweeping up the shattered glass and wiping up the water and blood. He was done soon enough and Rogue made to stand up with the intention of putting all her weight on her uninjured foot and the ball of her injured foot.
Apparently Gambit had other plans as he scooped her up in his arms bridal style and carried her out of the kitchen. She scowled up at him but didn't say anything as she tried to remember how he was just trying to help. Though he didn't have to look so smug about it. Bastard.