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"You're a right idiot you know that Stilinski?" She demanded, a hard edge to her voice to cover up the slight shake of worry held there, "you're just... Urgh, have you gone mad?"

"Kaylz-"

"No, no don't speak"

"But you just asked-"

"Because if you talk you'll make me not mad and I want to be mad right now" she interrupted, avoiding his eyes and concentrating on gently swiping the alcohol wipe across the side of his lip where a cut was, her whole chest bubbling with worry.

"Kaylz-"

"Don't speak to me"

She wasn't mad, not really, but she had to appear mad because Stiles got hurt again and all for what? Her? Dammit Stiles, you would think he would've learnt by now but nope and you're damn right she was pissed at him. Super worried but pissed at the same time.

He sat on the end of his bed whilst she kneeled beside him, tilting his head to the side as she cleaned the cuts on the side of his lip, the bruise and split on his lower bottom lip and the graze from his eyebrow up to his forehead, avoiding the blossoming black eye that looked tender to the touch. She knew he probably had some bruises on his side but he insisted he didn't and that he was fine. She didn't believe him, not one bit.

What started as some harmless group meet up with their friends somehow turned into a drunken brawl with some jackass out their head guys and Stiles decided to take it upon himself to get over protective when one of the twenty something bearded guys touched her shoulder, her shoulder, and before she could turn around and deck him and take him out in two seconds flat like she was planning too, Stiles jumped in and well... This was the result. Her cleaning up his wounds.

Although his intentions were good and she knew he just wanted to help it made her feel... Not right. She didn't like seeing him like this, she hated it in fact. She wasn't bitter because he jumped in to help her despite the fact she was perfectly capable of doing it herself, she was bitter at this situation. At that guy that beat Stiles up. She was bitter that he got hurt yet again and she couldn't do a damn thing about it until it was too late.

She ignored how her hand shook as she wiped the cut and bit down into the soft flesh of her bottom lip, deliberately keeping her gaze on the task at hand and avoiding his soft brown stare trying to meet hers.

"Kaylz, it's okay-"

"It's not okay" she interrupted, hell she sounded almost hysterical, "you can't keep doing stuff like this Stiles, you just can't"

"Kayla, hey, Kayla look at me" he whispered, raising his hand to rest on her shoulder but she shrugged it off, remaining in stony silence, her lips pressed firmly together.

She heard him sigh but she just continued to wipe the cut on the side of his lip, even though by now it should be sparkling clean, keeping her emotions down. She was pissed, sure, but that stemmed from worry and fear, nothing else. She was mad because all of this was entirely preventable. She was mad because she didn't do a damn thing about it.

"Kayla... Please stop..." He whispered as she shakily still patched him up, her expression pinched as he raised his hand again, laying it over hers and pulling it away from his face slowly while she sat there numbly, still avoiding his stare.

"Are you mad at me?"

"Yes" she said without faltering, eyelashes wet as she blinked rapidly, "... No"

"So a definite maybe then?" He joked, his voice light, trying to break the tension between them but all she did was pull away from his grasp, starting to tidy up the medical supplies laying around her.

"I know what I did was stupid-"

"You're damn right it was stupid" she interrupted heatedly, finally meeting his gentle golden flecked gaze, "have you lost your bloody mind? It was one guy Stiles, I could deal with him and now you... And now you got hurt, you got hurt because of me and... And... I just... I can be pissed about this okay?"

His eyes softened as he stared at her, "I would apologise but I'm not sorry" he stated, "I would do it over and over and over again - it doesn't matter if you can defend yourself-"

"Yes it does" she exclaimed, flinging her hands out, "I don't wanna see you hurt Stiles"

"Well I don't want to see some creep of a guy laying a hand on you" he told her honestly, "this-" he pointed at his face, "-is collateral damage, it's not important"

"It's important to me" she whispered quietly, gulping loudly as her throat ached with emotion, "you're important to me and seeing you do reckless things, it just... I don't like seeing you like this" her eyes raked over the bruises and cuts on his face, showing up more so because of his pale skin, "I can't see you like this"

Her voice wobbled a little bit despite her efforts for it to satay smooth, she couldn't help it. When it came to Stiles she got over emotional because, well, he meant a lot to her. Okay he meant more than a lot, he meant a shit ton to put it simply and when he got hurt it unearthed this emotional protective side to her.

"Kaylz... I'm okay" he said empathically, "it's just bruises"

"To you maybe" she agreed, "but to me it's a reminder that another person I love got hurt that I couldn't save" she whispered, her voice cracking at her end, "I can't see you like this Stiles... I just, I can't" she shook her head, hair falling in front of her face, "so just please... Please just sit still and let me finish patching you up"

His stare was compassionate but kind as he watched her shaky hands pick up another alcohol wipe to gently trail it across the abrasion on his forehead, the scrape bright red with droplets of blood and an ugly purple bruise starting to form above his eyebrow - that was where his head collided with the sidewalk.

"Baby-"

"Stiles" she exclaimed loudly, "just let me take care of you okay?"

He remained silent but gave her a small nod, his body stilling as she gently and with cautious fingers cleaned out each cut carefully and meticulously, holding back her emotions behind a brick wall as she pressed some gauze against his wound, soaking up the blood and then applied some soothing antiseptic cream, calming the burning and itchy irritated skin around each bloodied cut.

Stiles' gaze was on her the entire time, never leaving her face but she concentrated on the task at hand, ignoring the bubble of guilt in her stomach.

When she was done she wiped her hands off on a towel, hating how they still trembled a little but soon Stiles' calming soft larger ones grasped hers, stopping her.

"I'm still mad Stiles"

"No you're not" he shook his head lightly, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips.

"I'm pissed" she stated, her eyes flitting up to meet his gaze.

"No Kaylz, you're not"

"I am" she nodded, "I'm mad" but she wasn't now, not really, her voice choked up with emotion.

"No" he smiled, leaning forward towards her, "you love me"

That she couldn't deny, she couldn't lie because they both knew it was true. His eyelashes fluttered, his face tilting up to gently press his lips to hers, the cut on his lip stinging a little at the contact. She remained still, too stubborn to give in.

"I'm sorry" he whispered, his hot breath fanning across her lips.

"I thought you weren't sorry?"

"I'm not" he shook his head, raising a slightly bruised hand to stroke the side of her hair, his head cocking to the side a little, "I meant what I said... I would do it again without regret but I am sorry for hurting you... I just... I can't control myself when I'm around you" he admitted quietly, his brown eyes deep with meaning.

"Just don't do it again... Please?" She whispered, "I can deal with me getting hurt, but I can't with you"

"Ditto" he smirked, "seems like we're at an impasse"

She frowned in dismay, her lips pouting slightly at Stiles' stubbornness, "Stiles I'm not some weak girl, I can handle myself"

"I know" he agreed, "I love that about you"

"Then why-"

He pressed the pads of his fingers against her, now, chapped lips, the skin peeling from all the nervous lip biting she had done, "it's not that I don't think you can protect yourself, because I know you can, you could've taken all of those guys out and not got a scratch on you but it's about me not being able to stand and watch without doing something"

He pressed his forehead against hers, a small quirk playing on his lips, "I love you" he muttered pitifully, his voice cute and small as he gave her a soft stare.

"You're an idiot" she stated, voice unwavering, "but I love you too"

He grinned, wincing a little as his lips stretched and pulled the cut, "but I'm your idiot"

"And that is never going to change" she promised, "no matter how many idiotic things you do"

His eyes sparkled with amusement, "I get a free pass"

"With no expiry date" she added with a small smile, her hand drifting up to mould in his hair, "do they hurt? The cuts?"

"Nah" he played it off with a wave of the hand, "but if I said yes would you kiss me?"

"Chancer" she shot back with an amused laugh, "and maybe"

"Then yes it hurts, really badly" he nodded exaggeratedly, "so badly I may cry and there would be snot and flem everywhere, not a nice image"

"Charming" she smirked, "you sure know how to get the girls Stilisnki"

"I don't need to get them" his smile was genuine and soft this time, his lips quirking, "I already have the one I want"

"You're such a sap, can you get anymore sappier?" She laughed but he just tangled a hand through her hair, pulling her face to his so they were only millimetres apart.

"If you let me I will, full on sap coming your way" he whispered and she was still in a daze, a slow nod breaking free as he gently pressed his lips against hers, not hard enough to aggravate his cuts but soft enough that both their lips tingled at the pressure, content smiles in place.

A)n okay that' turned out waaaaay gushier than I wanted but eh haha I hope you liked an please please review and I shall see u next time x