Jenks thrust his sword into the fairy and watched as its eyes rolled up. Feeling satisfied, he withdrew the sword and watched as the fairy tumbled off the flower planter, hitting the ground below. He sheathed his sword, and put his hands on his hips. Another day at protecting the little planters he and Matalina called home. He turned, ready to go back to her, when he felt a pain in his side.
He looked down only to find blood dripping from his green shirt. He felt his face blanch, "Matalina!" he called, frightened.
Injuries were always serious when you were a pixy, and the sight of blood made Jenks feel woozy. He heard the clatter of Matalina's wings as she flew back to the now safe planters, three newlings in her arms. "Did you get them all?" Matalina asked, surveying the flowers.
"Matalina, help!" Jenks said, holding a hand to his bleeding side.
Once she was determined that their patch of dirt was safe, Matalina carefully put the newlings down and turned to face her husband. "Jenks!" she said, concern in her voice as she rushed over.
She helped Jenks get his shirt off and examined the wound before pulling thread and a needle from the folds of her dress. "Stand still," she commanded and Jenks closed his eyes, bracing himself for the pain. He caught his breath as he felt the needle slide into his skin. He was mostly silent as he felt her sew the cut shut and when she was finished she bit off the end of the thread with her teeth and straightened, running her hands over the rest of his body to make sure he was alright.
"What did I tell you about getting hurt?" she said, her voice scolding, yet relieved as well.
Jenks finally opened his eyes and looked down at her handiwork. The skin was puckered up over the wound with the thread holding everything together. It wasn't pretty, but it wasn't bleeding. He took Matalina in his arms and kissed her hard, "I'll do my best not to next time," he murmured, and kissed her again.