A/N: Just a heads up we're back in Hobbs POV
I should get back to the cabin soon, I got the text from the alarm system that Justin got out. It's been a few hours but I had things to do. Plus Taylor can stumble around in the woods for a few hours. Maybe he'll find the little present I left out there for him. I didn't actually buy the trap I found it out in the woods fixed it and set it. He might not even find it.
I pull up to the hospital where Julie's friend works. I called her a head of time to let her know I was coming. I text her to let her know I'm here before I go inside. I may have gotten a little carried away by talking to Kinney. That could come back to bite me in the ass. Julie warned me about my anger and my cockiness, I can't afford anymore slip ups. When I get inside Julie's friend Kim is waiting for me.
"I don't have a lot of time it's packed tonight" she says leading me to an empty room
"Well hello to you too"
"I'm sorry" she says hugging me "I've been working for forty straight hours"
"Well maybe I should get someone else to patch me up" I tease
She rolls her eyes at me "Let me see" she says pushing me down on the bed
I unwrap my hand and show her
"I thought you had your anger issues under control" she says pulling some stuff out of a cabinet
"It wasn't a fight…not really"
"Hmm" she says examining the wound "well it didn't hit anything important but I'll have to stitch it up"
She wipes some alcohol over it and spreads some brown ointment around it
"Numbing cream" she explains as she starts to stitch me up
I idly think about Taylor "hey how would you treat a bear trap wound?"
"That's really random, but it would depend on where. Usually a lot of muscle gets damaged"
"Is there any way to…miss getting stuck?"
"Sure but odds are you'd still hurt yourself. So I'd suggest that you buy a very expansive first aid kit from the pharmacy across the street. For whoever got stuck in this hypothetical bear trap" she says finishing up.
After she's done she wraps up my hand in gauze "make sure to keep it clean" she gives me two pills
"What are these?"
"Antibiotics just to make sure you don't get any infections. You need anything else?"
"Nope thanks for the patch work" I say kissing her on the cheek
"Yea just try and stay out of trouble alright"
"I'll try"
I go across the street to the pharmacy that Kim suggested and get the biggest first aid kit they have. I also pick up a bottle of aspirin. I head to a burger joint and order two bacon cheese burgers with fries. I eat mine in the car on the way back to the cabin. I don't want it to get cold while I'm looking for Taylor.
As soon as I turn into the woods I look on both sides for Taylor. After about ten minutes I see a flash of white. Huh he's pretty persistent, he got further than I thought he would. I get out and head to where I saw him.
"Come on out Taylor you must be exhausted by now. And hungry" I hear a little bit of rustling up ahead.
I walk over to it and get hit in the face with something heavy
"Fuck!" I yell as I go down, I roll over and see Taylor limping to the car.
I get up and run over to him right before he opens the door I slam him against the car. He slumps to the ground with a groan. I notice blood on the ground and realize that it's mine. I put my hand to my forehead and see blood.
"Son of a bitch!"
I look in the car window and see a long gash across my forehead. Great just great, my anger takes hold and I kick Taylor hard in the stomach. I notice that his ankle is swollen. I laugh
"I guess you did find my little present"
"Fuck you" he mumbles weakly
"That's not an offer is it?" I say reaching down to pick him up
"Don't fucking touch me!" he yells swatting my hands away
He kicks and hits me and the anger takes hold again and I punch him in the face. He stops moving and I put my finger on his neck to make sure he's still with me.
"Fucking baby" I mutter throwing him in the back seat
I drive back to the cabin and carry the bags and Taylor up to the room. I set him down on the bed check is face. He'll have a bruise on his cheek in the morning, and his lip is split. I look at his hand and notice he has a ripped part of his shirt wrapped around it. I unwrap it and take a look it's not that deep.
I wet a washcloth with warm water, I clean off his hand with it. Then I take some antibiotic cream smear it on and bandage his hand. Then I roll up his pant leg and look at his ankle. It's really swollen but I don't think it's broken. I find a compression wrap and use it to wrap up his ankle. I take some of the pillows and put them under it after I wrap it.
It's funny, I like taking care of him as much as I liked kicking him. Strange, I reach over and stroke his cheek. Right now it's just a little red, it'll ruin his perfectly snow white skin.
"Still so irritatingly beautiful though" I run my finger over his flawless mouth
I pull my hand away and decide to leave before I do something that…I just might regret. He shouldn't be out all night at least I don't think he should. So I leave his bag of food with a bottle of water and a can of ginger ale on the bedside table. Then I put two aspirins next to it on the table. I take one more longing look at him before locking him in and heading to my own room. I have to attend to my own wound. Which is just great now I have another wound to explain another to that fucking detective.