Whumptober Day 21
That's Where the Blood's Supposed to Be
Prompts: bleeding through the bandages/pressure/blood-matted hair
Warning - this was written in about 15 minutes and is very crack-ish. Just trying to prove I don't always write angst & torture my characters!
"Oh, my God, babe! I am so sorry!" Clint scrambled off the bed into the bathroom, hurriedly returning with a hand towel and holding it up to her head. "Are you okay?"
"I'm conscious if that's what you're asking. Ow!" Mikayla raised her hand to touch the wound. "I'll hold the towel. Go grab the first aid kit." Mikayla put pressure on the injury while Clint scampered off, bringing back the box. He quickly placed a gauze pad over the bleeding wound and used medical tape to attach the bandage.
"Did you need anything for pain?" Clint asked.
"Sure," Mikayla said, sighing, resigned to the idea that their evening plans had come to a screeching halt.
Clint took a bottle of ibuprofen and shook a couple into his hand. "Here, babe." He handed Mikayla the pills along with a bottled water. She quickly downed the drugs along with the liquid, then leaned forward with her hand still over the bandage. "I really am sorry, Mikayla."
"I know. It was an accident. It's not like you planned it." Mikayla's hand began to feel sticky, so she pulled it away and looked at it. "Clint, it's bled through."
"Damn it! Keep putting pressure on it. I'll stitch it up."
"Is it really that bad?"
"I don't want it to get any worse."
Mikayla sighed again. "Fine, do what you need to do."
"I'll be as gentle as I can."
Mikayla put a hand over Clint's. "I know, and I know this was not how we planned for the night to go. It's not like we get many nights alone since the kids." She laid her head on his shoulder. "It'll be okay."
Clint kissed her temple. "I've got the needed threaded."
"Just make it look pretty." Mikayla grimaced as Clint began sewing up her wound.
When he finished, he placed a soft kiss on it the wound. "It's not as pretty as you, but it'll do. Let me go get some ice to put on it." Mikayla nodded, continuing to sit cross-legged in the middle of the bed.
Clint knew the perfect ice pack and hoped it was still in their freezer. Going to their kitchen, he opened the freezer door and dug through items, finally discovering what he was looking for. Clint scurried back to the bedroom, finding Mikayla had relocated to the bathroom vanity. "Babe, are you feeling sick?"
"No, just trying to get the blood out of my hair."
"Hey, hey, that can wait. Here's the ice pack."
Mikayla reached out to get the ice pack from Clint. "Clinton Hawkeye Barton! I am not using the kids' boo-boo bear as an ice pack!"
"I thought it would help to bring a little levity to the situation."
Mikayla glared at him. "You think by me holding a frozen boo-boo bear to my head will make me feel better about the fact that my head was rammed into the corner of the windowsill during our, our?"
"Sexcapade?"
"Out! Just get out! I'm never going to live this down." Clint slunk away as Mikayla mumbled to herself, already trying to figure out how he would make this up to her.