Ruth unlocked her front door clumsily left handed. Her right hand was throbbing incredibly badly and she didn't want to use it more than necessary. As soon as she shut the door she was pulled into Harry's arms.
"Are you alright?" he murmured into her hair.
"Yeah I'm fine," she reassured him as he let her go. He ran his eyes over her as if not believing her words. Double checking that she was indeed in one piece. "How on earth did you get home before me?" she asked. "You told me to come straight home otherwise you'd sack me," she said in a tone which clearly said I'd like to see you try it.
"Give me your hand," Harry said as they walked through to the kitchen. She held out her right hand and he had a look at the knife cut going all the way across her palm. It looked very deep. In silence he held her hand under the tap and ran cold water over it. She sucked in her breath as it stung painfully.
"Sorry," he said quietly as he cleansed the wound on Ruth's hand. He hated seeing her in pain, it was even worse when it was his fault. When her hand was clean they both sat down next to each other at the kitchen table. Harry carefully wrapping a bandage around her hand.
"You should be on the grid," she told him.
"Shut up," he said in a simple voice. She smiled. "You know that was really stupid what you did, don't you?"
"Yeah," she agreed as he tightened the bandage. When he was finished he held her uninjured hand tightly.
"Ruth?" he said quietly, waiting until she looked into his eyes. "Don't ever do that to me again. Don't ever put yourself in danger like that. Please."
"Okay," she said with a smile. "I didn't exactly do it on purpose." He looked into her eyes and could see them shimmering with feeling.
"Oh, come here," he murmured, pulling her in for a deep kiss. A kiss that neither one of them ever wanted to end.
I dropped a knife in the kitchen at work today and it sliced my palm open. I'm fine but I thought a similar idea could work for these two.